"Courting death!"
Bao San let out a cold shout, ready to make his move, but suddenly he stopped and his gaze sharply turned to one side.
About fifteen meters away, a man clad in black was slowly walking over.
This man was dressed in black, his face expressionless, and his eyes were penetrating with a sharpness like an unsheathed Sharp Sword, exuding an intimidating chill.
This man was Cold Edge, who had been instructed by Xiao Yifeng to secretly protect Ye Yaxin.
"It's him!"
Ye Yaxin's eyes flashed with an unusual light as she looked at Cold Edge.
As Cold Edge drew closer, a terrible chill spread through the void, instilling a feeling of despair and suffocation in the hearts of Bao San and his men.
Watching Cold Edge approach was like watching a deadly Killer draw near.
Bao San's brow furrowed tightly as he watched Cold Edge, his eyes filled with a serious and concentrated look.
"Take the Young Madam and leave!"
