Ye Xuan's mind had drifted from the scene, his gaze were fixed on one of those men that accompanied that silver haired individual. Ye Xuan began to feel uneasy about that figure. The figure seemed familiar to the one he had bumped into, and he could feel strange aura exude from that figure. Jiang Rong felt intensified what Ye Xuan felt but he just regarded such bloodlust to be weak and beneath them.
"For your information, you and your minions should be the ones to leave. Well... To avoid wails and broken limbs" Jiang Rong's voice rang within the arena.
