Tyrant Ran Xueyi

Xiaoshun couldn't even be more right. 

Song Yu Han was a man whose hands were so bloodied that they could never be washed away. If it were others, they would have already had a psychological problem. But he was not bothered by the fact that he had killed a lot. 

On the contrary, the people he killed deserved it. 

Besides, Song Yu Han now didn't even need to lift his hands to kill someone. He just needs to call on his subordinates and have them finish his orders. 

However, even an expert mercenary like Xiaoshun who had been in this type of industry could taste the deadly aura that was so thick and strong wrapping around Song Yu Han as if he was a Yama who descended to the mortal world. 

Xiaoshun's expression changed greatly when he came face to face with Song Yu Han. 

Never would he have thought that someone who could defeat him in terms of murderous aura could exist in the same space as him.