The surrounding temperature dropped when that cold voice resounded. This voice sounded young, but it was so terrifyingly cold that it could make one’s soul tremble.

“W-Why is it so cold…?” Xiahou Yun shivered with his lips turning pale. He had never sensed such a powerful killing intent before in his life. He lived his entire life in the Xiahou Saint Clan, and his elder brother was Xiahou Yan. So no one dared to provoke him. But this eerie voice made him feel as if the owner of ...