C1190 The Terrifying Art of Destiny

When Yang Shu's gaze fell upon Jiang Chen, the atmosphere instantly became ice-cold. Everyone could feel Yang Shu's anger, as well as the dense Killing Intent s. Perhaps, in Yang Shu's eyes, Qu Yuan's life was not as important as his own face, but if Jiang Chen crippled Qu Yuan, that was equivalent to sweeping his own face.

I can already feel Elder Yang Shu's Killing Intent