Cold shouts rang out one after another, these people were filled with killing intent, they were incredibly icy, vowing to definitely slay Lin Xuan.
They donned black robes, put on masks, and Ouyang Feng swayed, his figure constantly shrinking, reaching a normal human state.
No way he could just walk out looking his original form without being recognized.
Because besides him, no one had a body over three meters tall.
He didn't want people to know he had been resurrected, as that would ruin his master's plan.
In a forest, more and more martial artists arrived, they crazily discussed the imminent battle.
Before long, a figure swiftly approached from afar.
The figure stood tall, looking handsome and composed, it was Lin Xuan.
"Is that the kid? Too arrogant!"
"Hmph! He looks ordinary, nothing impressive to me, yet dares to challenge the Dark Organization?"
"He's quite handsome!" Some women swooned.
But more people sneered, "Being handsome is pointless, soon he'll be done for!"
