Ye Xunhuan glanced at Old Chen. Despite having many doubts, he knew that now was not the time to ask, so Ye Xunhuan didn't inquire about anything, just coldly swept his eyes over everyone around him!
Anyone who was subjected to Ye Xunhuan's gaze almost instinctively shuddered, with a look of fear slowly surfacing on their faces.
"All of you, come at me together!" Ye Xunhuan slowly raised the sharp sword in his hand, with its sharp tip slowly pointing at everyone!
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan was like a king, looking down on the world, looking down on all heroes!
For some reason, when Gongsun Jing looked at Ye Xunhuan in front of him, another memory suddenly floated in his mind!
It was twenty-plus years ago at dusk, a young man in a white floral robe was forced up Mount Tai of the Eastern Peak!
And his white robe had been completely dyed red with blood, with dozens of wounds of various sizes on his body.
