Just then, Chu Xiuxiu looked up and saw Shen Lang, who had just stepped off the battle stage, slow his pace...
In front of Shen Lang, Ye Juexin was walking over step by step, his gaze ice-cold.
This Ye Juexin was handsome and elegant, with a distinguished bearing, but his gaze was as cold as glacial ice, making people shrink back.
His cultivation was exceptionally strong, but he always acted like an outsider, keeping a low profile. It was as if he were hiding in the shadows, so much so that one could easily forget he even existed if they weren't paying attention.
But whenever he appeared, anyone who saw him would shiver and involuntarily look away.
He not only emanated a soul-shaking killing intent, but also a terrifying, bloody aura...
"You will die by my hand."
The moment they brushed past each other, Ye Juexin spoke coldly. His voice was soft, but it was laced with murderous intent.
"Go clean out your rosebud, then we'll talk."
