On the rooftop across the way stood a slender young man. This was Bai Shehuan, the person Lou Bing had mentioned.
Bai Shehuan held a head in his left hand. It was none other than Cao Huan, the exile from the Huo Rong Clan.
Cao Huan's standing in the Huo Rong Clan was like Mingwei's in the Nuwa Clan and Old Jin's in the Chi You Clan. Even after Equality of All Living Beings, there was no doubting his strength.
Yet Bai Shehuan had actually severed his head!
In Bai Shehuan's right hand was a broad, heavy sword. Azure light constantly rippled across its surface, radiating a terrifying energy fluctuation.
Four exiles followed close behind Bai Shehuan, with Chi Yi and Fu Er of the Chi You Clan among them.
Chi Yi and Fu Er, who had originally been as fierce as tigers, now bore several wounds. Wariness and caution filled their gazes as they looked at Bai Shehuan. To them, Bai Shehuan was now a formidable enemy!
The strength Bai Shehuan displayed far surpassed that of the other black-robed men.
Cao Huan of the Huo Rong Clan had been slain by him after underestimating his enemy.
Even with Chi Yi and the others restraining him, more than ten Desolate Gods and five or six exiles had already died by his hand along the way.
Bai Shehuan had originally been locked in fierce combat with Chi Yi and Fu Er. Perhaps he had noticed the commotion on Luo Zheng's side, because he suddenly withdrew from the battle and charged toward this side of the street.
"Oh? Lou Bing, you actually have a time when you need my help?" Bai Shehuan said from the rooftop, looking down on him.
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