With that thought, the murderous intent of the group of martial arts masters toward Gu Chen surged to its pinnacle.
Gu Chen stood his ground, his body cold to the core, turning his hands and feet icy, but he didn't show any sign of fear. Instead, he stood there, his face calm, meeting their gazes.
He seemed to be committing the faces of these people to memory, so that if he survived this day, in the future, he would personally visit each of these powers to repay everything he had suffered today, in full measure.
But at the moment, whether he lived or died depended solely on Wang Jiuzhi.
With Gu Chen's current strength, not to mention seven martial arts masters, even one was more than he could handle.
"Die!"
The brawny man from the White Tiger Clan could no longer contain himself; he struck out first. Standing in place, he let out a mighty roar like a tiger roaring in the forest. The sound waves were terrifying, turning into a transparent shockwave that blasted towards Gu Chen.