He was not very old, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. His features weren't particularly handsome, but they were delicate. However, the frivolity and arrogance in his eyes made people feel very uncomfortable.
It seemed that everything in Linchuan was nothing more than ants in his eyes.
At his feet lay the corpse of a newborn leopard. Its bloody and mangled state was a testament to his cruel methods.
No wonder the Cloud Splitting Leopard's roar earlier carried such intense hatred.
Mu Qingge understood in her heart.
"Hmph, ant-like figures, dare to call themselves supreme? Such talent can only flaunt in Linchuan." Suddenly, Gu Ya's disdainful voice rose again.
Mu Qingge's heart skipped a beat. Her gaze changed unpredictably.
Such a strong presence, yet to Gu Ya, they were akin to ants. Just how strong was he?!
And he...
