"I only need one eye to deal with you all!"
The calm voice came out of nowhere, like a sudden clap of thunder cracking through the void.
The instant the voice rang out, the expressions of the dozens of experts besieging the Ancient Tomb turned grim, and they all halted their attacks.
One of them even recognized the speaker. His hands trembled, and a ball of fire dropped onto his foot, instantly releasing the scorched, stinking smell of burnt flesh.
"Hong... Hong Yu?"
Xiahuang Dun gulped, turning with difficulty to stare at the young man floating in midair.
He wore practical black clothes, with neat, short hair and sharp, chiseled features.
His figure wasn't particularly burly, yet it exuded a powerful, oppressive aura.
His left eye, in particular, swirled with blue and purple light, emitting an uncanny glow. It was as if a single glance could pull a person's soul deep inside.
