A monstrous killing intent, accompanied by furious roars, erupted from the Bai Family's front courtyard. The thick stench of blood filled the air, and Shen Haoran's face instantly grew grim.
SWOOSH! Suddenly, a figure shot out from the mountain forest ahead. Upon seeing Shen Haoran standing beside the Cold Pool, the man raised his greatsword and charged, his eyes bloodshot and his body radiating a malevolent aura.
Shen Haoran frowned as he watched the Martial Artist charge at him. Judging from the man's aura, he wasn't from the Fox Race. Shen Haoran's gaze turned icy, and a jet-black stream of Sword Intent shot out, piercing straight through the Martial Artist's head.
"Snow Wolf Race!" Killing intent surged from Shen Haoran as he watched the dead Martial Artist's body slowly transform. 'It seems the Snow Wolf Race knew today's banquet was a trap, so they came prepared.'
