The crowd could now see clearly that standing in front of Lie Rou were ten handsome teenagers around sixteen or seventeen years old.
With starry eyes and rhombus lips, half of their faces covered by gold leaf masks and the other half exceedingly beautiful, it was hard for one to immediately distinguish their genders.
In his hand was a Great Sword covered in patches of rust, not yet sharpened. At this moment, the Great Sword had spots of crimson blood on it, and Ji Yun lay on the ground, clutching his right hand, crying out in pain.
There were similarities, about fifty to sixty percent, between the boy's features and those of Lie Rou behind him, suggesting he was a member of her family.
However, this young man had disabled two of Ji Yun's fingers with a single move, and his extremely strange movement technique along with his ruthless methods were completely at odds with his appearance.
