"The person is in your hands, whether you want to kill him or not is your business."
Yang Chen said calmly: "You shouldn't think that the reason why I came here is to save this woman, right?"
Hearing this, the tyrant's expression suddenly froze.
Ye Man told him before that Qin Xi was just his illegitimate daughter, and Yang Chen still had a lot of opinions about her. The tyrant didn't believe it at first, but now, he suddenly believed it.
Yang Chen looks very young, but the tyrant will not really think that Yang Chen is a waste.
Regardless of whether Lu Meng killed him or not, at least Niu Genhui, who was ranked ninth in the Martial Arts Association, did die at the hands of Yang Chen, and in full view of everyone.
If a young talent with this kind of talent was not ruthless, it would be impossible for him to achieve what he has achieved today.
"If that's the case, then I want this woman's life!"
The tyrant gave a cold shout and then suddenly exerted force.
"Crack!"
At this critical moment, a slender hand suddenly grabbed the tyrant's wrist.
The tyrant, who was originally increasing the power in his hands, felt at this moment that his wrist was being pinched by an extremely terrifying force.
"Although I'm not here for this woman, I can't watch her being killed by you."
An extremely cold voice suddenly sounded in the tyrant's ears.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the tyrant felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end at this moment.
Just now, Yang Chen was still a few meters away from him, but in an instant, he had come to his side. At this time, Yang Chen's hand was grasping his wrist.
That terrifying power left the tyrant unable to resist at all. He had no doubt that as long as Yang Chen used force, he would easily crush his wrist.
"You...who are you?"
The tyrant's face was extremely solemn, and his back felt cold and wet with cold sweat.
Originally, he was still doubting whether Yang Chen was responsible for Lu Meng's death. At this time, the doubts in his heart completely disappeared.
In front of Yang Chen, he couldn't muster the courage to fight at all.
"If you don't let go within five seconds, you will die!"
Yang Chen raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
This time, the tyrant did not hesitate and quickly let go.
Ye Man's body fell to the ground, and he gasped for breath. He had just walked through the gate of hell, and he was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.
"Can you let go too?"
The tyrant asked through gritted teeth, feeling that his wrist was about to break.
What surprised the tyrant was that as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chen actually let go of his wrist.
The huge Ye family manor was silent at this time, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Chen.
From Yang Chen grabbing the tyrant's wrist, forcing the tyrant to let go of Ye Man, to Yang Chen letting go of the tyrant's wrist.
Everything was a flash of lightning, but what shocked them was that the dignified generals of the Martial Arts Association did not dare to show the slightest intention to fight in front of Yang Chen.
Ye Jizong's eyelids were twitching and his heart was beating wildly. He suddenly felt like he had missed something.
He knew that Yang Chen was very strong, but what he didn't expect was that Yang Chen would be so strong that the tyrant would not dare to act rashly.
"Boy, if you dare to kill a strong man from our martial arts association, this matter will never be let go."
"Just wait for the trial from the Martial Arts Association!"
The tyrant suddenly dropped a harsh word and turned to leave.
"Did I give you permission to leave?"
At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind the tyrant.
Immediately afterwards, a burly body flashed away, directly blocking the tyrant's retreat.
The tyrant frowned and said coldly: "I, the tyrant, want to leave, who can stop me?"