Demon Race's Claims
Wu Feng, who had witnessed this scene from the side, also felt vindicated. Zongdan Academy had gone too far.
However, Wu Feng then said worriedly, "Master Chen, by offending them like this, Zongdan Academy may not let the matter rest easily. You need to be more careful from now on."
"Zongdan Academy is nothing to me. I don't take them seriously, so don't worry." Jiang Chen smiled.
Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Wu Feng felt relieved. It seemed Jiang Chen's background was extraordinary; otherwise, how could he be so confident?
Even Zongdan Academy did not intimidate him. Although the Yuanyang Sword Sect was powerful, it was still deeply wary of Zongdan Academy.
"Master Chen's background must be extraordinary as well. Thank you for this," Wu Feng said.
Just as Wu Feng finished speaking, the young miss woke up.
Seeing that she had truly awakened, everyone from the Yuanyang Sword Sect let out a sigh of relief.
Their gazes toward Jiang Chen were filled with gratitude. By saving her, Jiang Chen had practically saved all of them.
"Uncle Wu, what happened? How did I fall asleep?" the young woman asked in confusion.
Seeing that she had really regained consciousness, the people around them no longer had the slightest doubt about Jiang Chen's methods.
They thought to themselves that the people from Zongdan Academy had truly kicked an iron plate this time. There was always someone beyond the heavens and someone beyond the people.
Many of them only wanted to watch the show and had no intention of getting involved.
Jiang Chen was a Martial God Realm expert, so there was no need for them to worry about him.
"Miss, you were poisoned by a Colorful Flower Soul Severing Snake earlier. You were bitten before—why didn't you tell us? The