A domineering aura spread into the surroundings with every step Leng Qianhan took toward Lei Hu, who lay on the ground beside the pillar.
Leng Qianhan looked charismatic. However, his aesthetics was ruined by a long scar that cut through his left eyebrow and cheek. It gave him an angsty look.
He was unstoppable as he walked with great vigor. No dared to act in front of him.
Even the people from the Lei Hu mercenary group subconsciously retreated.
This scene of dozens of people backing away from one man seemed funny, yet no laughs rang out in the building.
Lou Xiaoxiao's eyes were glued to Leng Qianhan. She spoke to herself. "Oh dear! This guy is impressive!"
Although she could not tell Leng Qianhan's cultivation of the Mystic Martial realm by his appearance, she could sense his aura. This allowed her to make the assumption.
Lou Qianxue lifted her lower jaw and signaled Lou Qianxue. "What do you think if we let him be my guard?"
