Corona City, Marquis Wen’s Estate.

It was cold and desolate while everyone was in fear and panic, and it had lost its former bustling and clamorous atmosphere.

At this moment, all the clansmen and servants of the Wen Clan were gathered on an empty area within the estate, and they were like lambs awaiting slaughter and carried terrified expressions as they trembled with horror.

Not far away from them, the Junior Marquis, Wen Hua, was tied to a thick iron pole. His hair was disheveled while blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his entire body was covered in terrifying scars.

There was a rocking chair placed before him, and a white clothed young man lay on it while drinking wine in a carefree manner.

The young man had sharp slanted brows, starry eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a peerlessly handsome appearance. Even though he lay on the rocking chair, he still emanated a fierce and oppressive sharp aura that seemed like an unsheathed sharp sword.

There was another robust young man standing by the side of the white clothed young man. He possessed a cold and fierce appearance, and his eyes revealed a jade sheen. At this moment, he had his arms crossed before him while staring coldly at Wen Hua who was tied on the iron rod.

These two people had suddenly appeared within...