Of course, if they are courting death themselves, they can't blame anyone else.
Chen Yuan took one step at a time, while the people around him drew their blades and retreated, their expressions becoming more and more solemn. Finally, as if reaching a critical point, a burly man, nine feet tall, wielding an oversized sword, suddenly smashed it onto the ground with a 'boom'.
With eyes filled with killing intent, he stared at Chen Yuan and asked loudly:
"Central Plains martial artist, stop!"
Speaking in awkward Central Plains Mandarin, the man stared fixedly at Chen Yuan.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
The people around seemed to have found their backbone and shouted in unison, their voices echoing like thunder, attracting more and more Japan martial artists to come.
