When their eyes met, Jason Yang's eyes were full of coldness.
His murderous intention towards Hong Futian was not only because he had targeted him in the academy, but more because he had remembered this face for ten years.
Ten years ago, on the Scaled Terrace, he was one of them.
"How dare you come! Do you think you can make it? Without the support of Wenjian Villa this time, who do you think you are?" Hong Futian sneered.
He was alone in the way, but his face was relaxed. In his eyes, no matter how strong Jason Yang was, he was only a physical force. But without the divine pattern, he was only a mortal force.
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