"You dare hurt her?!" The voice that resounded was filled with a dreadful anger that rumbled with madness. It was explosive and spiritual, not a single living existence in the area could ignore it. To frighteningly add, there was a strange power that compelled them to listen.
The eyes of everyone moved to a lone figure that held a sword in his hand. The gait at which he moved carried a charm reminiscent of emperors and kings, as if the earth existed to be stepped upon. It was elegant, domineering, and commanding!
"Long Chen?!" Wu Baozhai was the first to notice that familiar face despite its current state that was filled with light scars and chaotically messy hair. Despite his state, he still exuded a grand charm. In his anger, that grand charm made the air surrounding him feel distorted.
