"Used to be a mercenary. Now retired."
The young man, not saying much, expressionless, spoke coldly.
"Haha, why not follow me from now on? It's much better than running around fighting with that group all day."
Ye Xuan chuckled, feeling that this young man was quite decent, and spoke softly.
"Do you have the ability?"
The young man sneered coldly, giving Ye Xuan a cold glance, and asked in a deep voice.
"Try me!"
Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly turned extremely cold.
He squinted his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze locked onto the young man.
The young man felt a shiver all over.
As if locked by a strange light, his body hair trembled involuntarily.
A trace of fear rose from the bottom of the young man's heart.
A hint of dread appeared on the young man's face.
His face instantly turned pale and weak.
"You!"
The young man's legs went weak, like they were shackled, unable to move.
It was a panic from life itself.
"Hah."
