At this moment, what appeared before Ye Xuan's eyes was a massive building spanning several acres, shaped like a palace.
This palace has only one entrance.
Needless to say, the entrance is guarded by several highly skilled experts; even in other positions, many solemn and cold-faced experts stand guard, making the atmosphere here perpetually tense.
If anyone rashly approaches, Ye Xuan believes these experts would attack without hesitation, mercilessly killing them.
Of course, in such a heavy atmosphere of slaughter, ordinary people would not dare to act foolishly.
"Let's go."
Xiahou Zhenshan let out a silent breath, said to Ye Xuan, and then started toward the palace.
Ye Xuan closely followed, his internal qigong circulating secretly, always staying alert to avoid being accidentally killed...
Not even two steps were taken.
"Who goes there?!"
A middle-aged man standing at the entrance suddenly shouted coldly.
