Yang Chen swept his gaze over the people around him. Then the corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, "Everyone, making such a grand show of force—are you looking down on Huaxia?"
"Where did this brat come from? He's looking to die!"
A Northern European Shackle Realm expert wore a grim expression. A large blade appeared in his hand, and he swung it at Yang Chen!
Yang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was just about to strike when a calm voice rang out.
"Are you planning to make a move right under my nose?"
In an instant, the Shackle Realm expert who had charged forward froze in place, his entire body suspended in midair.
Beads of sweat appeared on his face.
On closer inspection, one could see sharp strands of sword energy hovering around the Northern European Shackle Realm expert, like threads.
If he dared move even a single step, the countless threadlike strands of sword energy would instantly slice through his body!
"Jian Wuchen!"
The man growled. The veins on his face bulged, and though fear showed deep in his eyes, there was even more indignation.
Yang Chen smiled at Jian Wuchen, then sprang into action.
"Die!"
A shout burst from Yang Chen's throat. Then, endless flames surged over like a raging tide, their waves of heat scorching space.
In an instant, the air within several meters was burned away by Yang Chen.
The Grandmaster experts from Northern Europe and North America nearby hurriedly shot away, fleeing the area.
There had originally been twelve or thirteen Grandmasters from Northern Europe and North America. But Yang Chen had killed two of them in the blink of an eye, leaving only around ten.
Yang Chen prowled among the Grandmasters like a savage wolf.
They were all Grandmasters, but