"Who are you? Who the hell are you?!"
As Lin Yu drew closer step by step, the immense invisible pressure he brought with him steadily crushed Zhang Chaoyang's nerves.
At last, fear appeared on Zhang Chaoyang's tightly drawn face. He let out a hysterical roar. Every time Lin Yu took a step forward, Zhang Chaoyang took a step back. Cold sweat streamed wildly down his cheeks like a waterfall.
"Wait..."
Watching Lin Yu approach step by step, Ji Mingming took a deep breath and shifted his feet slightly, intending to stand in Lin Yu's way.
However, Lin Yu's words instantly stopped Ji Mingming before he could finish speaking. Cold sweat began to flow uncontrollably, and the foot he had just raised suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to take even a single step.
"I don't care whether you're from the Ji Family, but I advise you not to move recklessly. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
Seeing Ji Mingming frozen in place, Lin Yu walked straight past him without expression. The moment Zhang Chaoyang had called out Ji Mingming's name, Lin Yu had already guessed his identity. After all, in the Upper Capital, anyone surnamed Ji could only be from his senior sister's family.
Watching Lin Yu walk past him, Ji Mingming, dripping with cold sweat, somehow found the courage to turn around and call out to Lin Yu's back.
"Lin Yu, Zhang Chaoyang is from the Zhang Family. There's an Emperor Realm ancestor in his family. Don't act impulsively!"
After saying that, Ji Mingming let out a relieved breath. Watching Lin Yu continue toward Zhang Chaoyang without reacting, Ji Mingming could not help but smile bitterly to himself. Old man, I did my best. I can't stop this god of slaughter!
Even so,