A long robe of deep purplish crimson fluttered lightly in the wind. The man's aura surged like a rainbow, noble and domineering, as if he were the God of Asura. His cold gaze swept indifferently over the crowd around him, all of whom were staring in stunned daze…
They had never seen such a stunningly handsome man! His beauty was so breathtaking it shook the soul, making it impossible for those amazed gazes to look away…
This was also the first time the man in white had seen his own King's true face.
He had never imagined that face's contours would be so strikingly handsome, so beautiful it made one forget to breathe…
Because Ye Wuchen always wore a mask, everyone assumed there must be some flaw in his looks. Yet who could have known what kind of face capable of toppling all living beings was hidden beneath that silver mask…
