The street was filled with close to five or six hundred people. All of a sudden, everyone stood up, holding sabers and swords. The chilling glint on their blades gleamed as they charged towards Yun Yang from every possible direction.
All of them wore a consistent look of menace, a murderous aura gushing from their very beings.
Yun Yang was like a lone island amidst the deluge and suddenly he was being hit by ferocious waves.
The blades shone with their metal luster.
Ju Chen was fast, quickly stepping away, yet she had only taken three steps back before she realized with a start that her rapidly retreating body was being held tight.
Turning her head back, Yun Yang’s handsome face twisted into one of confusion as he asked her, "Ju Chen, what is going on here? There's no excitement here, only danger…"
His grip on Ju Chen’s shoulder was tight as a vice, the girl was unable to move at all. Her pretty face paled she screamed, "Let me go!"