The middle-aged man was clad in black brocade, his figure tall and straight. He stood like a javelin, exuding a dominant and murderous aura.
His aura alone was enough to tell that he was far stronger than the young man.
Seeing Chen Yang approaching, his gaze turned sharp and his expression tensed.
A thirteenth-rank Thousand-Faced Yama.
Coming from Cangyun City, he had naturally seen many Thousand-Faced Yamas, but never one so young.
The man appeared to be under thirty years old.
The middle-aged man sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, his expression growing even more anxious.
It would be hard to find many like him even in the whole of Cangyun City, the very place where the top talents of the entire Tianwu Country converged.
BOOM!
The middle-aged man didn't dare linger any longer and turned to run.
He reached the young man's side, scooped him up, and his speed suddenly exploded as he shot into a nearby alley.
