Meanwhile, Shen Haoran, who had just left the Thick Earth Hall for the Red Flame Hall, found himself standing on a secluded path. He stared ahead, his expression grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Not far in front of him, an effeminate young man in white robes stood holding a feather fan. A wicked smile played on his lips as he watched Shen Haoran in silence. This was Xue Gong, a key subordinate of Ouyang Chen.
Xue Gong smiled faintly at Shen Haoran, unleashing a chilling aura that surged directly toward him. The temperature plummeted in its wake, and frost began to crystallize in the air.
Sensing the frigid aura, Shen Haoran's brows knitted together. His opponent had attacked without a word, and a flash of anger surged through him. The Spiritual Power in his body erupted, and an overwhelmingly domineering aura burst forth to meet Xue Gong's chilling pressure!
