The dark and deathly killing intent emanating from Ye Xunhuan seemed to lower the temperature around him instantly, filling the air with an invisible, icy chill.
Originally, Ye Xunhuan had come quickly enough, and he had calculated in his mind that even if the opponent rushed over from Dongfang Shu's place, it would take at least twenty minutes, which was just enough time for him to arrive.
But while his plans were grand, reality was unbearably stark; not only did the opponent arrive before Ye Xunhuan, they had already acted, leaving Qiu Ruoxi in their hands.
Faced with Ye Xunhuan's fierce killing intent, the man seemed unfazed, his face indifferent, even sneering at Ye Xunhuan.
"Marshal..."
The moment the man opened his mouth, Ye Xunhuan's cold, cutting voice immediately resounded: "I want you dead!"
The next moment, Ye Xunhuan's right hand swirled, sending a white sword light shooting toward the man like a meteor, or a bolt of silver lightning.
