Chen An’nian, Do You Dare to Kill Me?

“Which dog’s owner didn’t leash it properly, letting it run out and bark recklessly?”

A domineering voice echoed from the direction of the preparation passage.

Chen An’nian, dressed in a dark blue linen robe, calmly ascended the arena.

“What’s this? Both of your masters have arrived, so now you have the confidence?”

Wu Quanming’s fierce and rugged eyes were filled with killing intent.

“Chen An’nian, on that day, you fled from the Green Mountain Sect like a stray dog.”

“If it weren’t for your senior brother risking his life to fight, do you think you would have the opportunity to speak to me today?”

“A traitor who clings to the elders of his sect for survival, disregarding their lives, what qualifications do you have to challenge me in public?”

Chen An’nian’s smile remained unchanged as he clapped his hands, his clear voice resonating.

“Truly, you are worthy of being the City Lord. Your eloquence is exceptional.”