C170 Enemy Meet

Chen Yao's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Deus Hua had recognized him?

But so what? If he really wanted to leave, how could a 3rd level martial artist stop him? Obviously not.

Chen Yao tightly gripped the Heaven Severing Sword in his hand. He was prepared to engage in a bloody battle at any moment.

"Greetings, milord."

Suddenly, Deus Hua clasped his fists and bowed to Chen Yao