The blazing sun felt like fire, and the sea breeze was piercingly cold.
Ye Xuan suddenly sensed a chill emanating from behind him.
He turned around and saw a slim middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, staring at him from afar. His gaze was as sinister as a venomous snake.
The sneer at the corner of his mouth was filled with mocking intent.
Ye Xuan squinted his eyes slightly: "Ghost King Valley, Yu Xiu..."
Yu Xiu met Ye Xuan's gaze from a distance, then snorted in contempt, raising his hand to make a throat-slitting gesture in front of his neck.
An act full of provocation.
Ye Xuan, however, remained unfazed, gave a faint smile, and chose to ignore him.
Yu Xiu was momentarily stunned, his brows furrowing in displeasure: "How dare this young punk ignore this Valley Master? How reckless!"
The Martial Arts Tournament had not officially begun, but a boiling killing intent seemed to be surging already.
On this day, on Canglang Island, a bloody storm was inevitable!
