"Ye Demon!"
The ones sent by the Taihua Mountain sect all had their expressions change dramatically, their gazes towards Ye Xuan carrying a few more shades of ruthlessness.
A man carrying a rock giant sword emerged, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his physique thin and frail, but his eyes sharp as if inlaid with gold stone.
The man stepped out from the crowd, his expression indifferent, coldly staring at Ye Xuan, and said coldly, "Ye Xuan, were those people killed by you before?"
"That's right!"
Ye Xuan held a longsword in his hand and scoffed contemptuously, saying.
"Heh heh."
The man chuckled a few times and said, "Remember my name, Linghu Jian."
"Linghu..."
Hearing this, Ye Xuan got startled, his expression turning more solemn, and he said indifferently, "Could it be?"
