The sudden presence of the young man far surpassed anyone at the scene.
With each step he took, he radiated a unique aura that made those within it feel as though an invisible hand was gripping their necks, suffocating them.
The young man's demeanor was incredibly cold and stern.
His thick eyebrows arrogantly arched slightly upward, and beneath his long, slightly curled eyelashes were eyes as sharp as an eagle's. His tall nose, sculpted physique, bronze skin, and finely-chiseled facial features stood out prominently.
A cold sneer hovered on his lips, embodying Huaxia's lethal austerity and untamed wildness.
Strapped to his back was a gleaming golden longsword.
Though the sword remained sheathed, it sent a shiver down people's spines.
