"Who are you?" Xiao Yan asked coldly, his brows knitting slightly.
The black-robed man did not answer Xiao Yan directly. He merely said indifferently, "Have you been enjoying bullying others lately?"
As he spoke, the black-robed man slowly raised his right hand. A black light immediately gathered in his palm, taking the shape of an enormous hammer.
At the same time, nine dazzling soul rings-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red-rose around him from beneath his feet.
At the sight of the nine soul rings released by the black-robed man, Xiao Yan felt as though cold water had been thrown in his face. Even his breathing involuntarily quickened.
"A Titled Douluo?"
His hand slowly closed around the ruler's handle before wrenching it free. The Black Ruler swept through the air with an oppressive whistle, pointing diagonally at the ground. The force of its movement stirred up the dust, while faint azure flames curled around Xiao Yan's body.
"Who exactly are you? I don't believe there's any grudge between us," Xiao Yan said evenly, staring at the black-robed man a short distance away.
The black-robed man's dark eyes met Xiao Yan's, and he said with a hint of mockery, "Don't you know what you've been doing lately?"
As his words fell, the black-robed man's pupils abruptly contracted. An intensely cold aura burst from his body. Though it lacked explosive force, once it truly enveloped Xiao Yan-
Xiao Yan immediately felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. Every hair on his body stood on end.
Cold, sinister, terrifying, and vicious, a crushing wave of killing intent bore down on Xiao Yan. He could clearly feel everything around him growing sluggish within that immense killing intent. Even the sweat that had trickled out from his tension gradually