Heaven, Earth, Man Rolls of Honor

Yi Yun and company waited for about fifteen minutes before a door opened and about a dozen people walked out.

A thin youth led them. This youth wore a simple and loose training suit, with a saber behind his back.

Each step the thin youth made was exactly four feet as if they were measured by a ruler.

The thin youth gave people the impression of being an unsheathed saber with an oppressing blade.

The moment the thin youth appeared, many eyes focused on him.

Yi Yun only felt his eyes contract as his eyebrows felt a chill. The pressure from the youth was too great.

Not far away, Zhou Kui was alarmed at this youth.

This thin youth's aura was greater than Yang Qian!

Yang Qian stood up and they exchanged glances that sparked.

"Broken through?" Yang Qian looked at the thin youth as his pupils contracted almost to that of a needle.