The chilling voice seemed to emanate from the depths of the Nine Serenities Hell, carrying a coldness that could freeze one's very soul.
Staring at the murderous Ye Xunhuan, Yan Zhengrong's withered old face was filled with an eerie coldness, while his eyes, weathered by time, were brimming with malice!
"Ye Xunhuan, this is just the beginning!"
Every word Yan Zhengrong spat out seemed to explode from his mouth.
"Everyone, act now, kill him!"
As soon as Yan Zhengrong's voice fell, several men suddenly leaped down from the rooftops or from the trees nearby.
These men descended like beasts suddenly springing forth, their hands like sharp steel claws, all simultaneously reaching for Ye Xunhuan.
The sudden scene caused Ye Xunhuan's heart to jolt fiercely.
He had not sensed any hint of other presences earlier.
Where did Yan Zhengrong find such monsters who could hide their presence so perfectly, even more so than the ninjas of Fusang?
