It was uncanny how the shadowy figure suddenly appeared right behind them without making any sound, when hardly a second ago, he had been at least a dozen meters away. Had anyone else recounted such a tale to them, they would never have believed it themselves. The muscular youth and his three accomplices were frozen in fear, and their faces turned as white as a sheet.
When the muscular youth swung around, the shadowy figure was revealed to him—he had a clean-cut, fair and handsome face, with a pair of piercing black eyes and thick angular brows. However, behind that fair countenance, he exuded a chilling aura that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Who are you, w-what do you want?" the muscular youth asked, trembling slightly.
Xiao Luo ignored him and set his gaze on Ding Zhenyun, who looked severely bruised and bleeding, and barely able to speak.
"C-cousin...?"