The crowd followed the sound and looked.
Not far away, a group of soldiers clad in Northern Expedition Army battle armor walked in, with sabers at their waists, each looking battle-hardened, their steps uniform, firm, and powerful.
Though only a hundred or more, their momentum seemed to surpass that of the over a thousand Imperial Guard under Shen Guobao!
At the forefront was a burly man wearing a brocade robe with dark patterns, draped with light armor. His physique was mighty, his face a deep reddish-purple, his whiskers around his chin and sideburns slightly yellow and curled, with astonishingly sharp eyes, bearing the look of an eagle observing a wolf.
If Ye Xuan's presence appeared more restrained and understated, combining elegance and fortitude,
then this person's aura exuded an iron-blooded ferocity, as if he came treading over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, making one fearful at a glance!
Everyone present, seeing this man appear, showed a change in expression.
