"Ye Xiwen!" Ye Xiwen heard a faint shout.
The sound of footsteps came from the gate of the Merit Palace Hall along with a cold shout. It was a man of approximately 27 or 28 years of age. He was clad in a white robe. His physique appeared tall and slim. It seemed as if his face had been carved with a knife. His handsome face was as cold as frost. He strode in and ran his eyes over the place, and eventually shot a glance at Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen’s entire body tightened up. He could feel that this man’s aura contained the ferocity of a wild beast. And, it also carried a faint murderous aura. It seemed as if he had experienced too many battles… same as Dou Hexing since it was seemingly difficult for him to conceal his ‘killing intention’.
"Who’s this man? He has such a great murderous aura!" someone asked.