Ye Xunhuan's strength made him feel panic, made him feel the breath of death.
"Can't remember anything at all?" Ye Xunhuan stared at Irie Seijian with an expressionless face, asking lightly.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Aren't you trying to deal with me and also trying to snatch the Taiji Seal from me?"
Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, Irie Seijian's face changed drastically: "You...are you the Marshal?"
Ye Xunhuan had already made things so clear, if he still didn't realize that the Ye Xunhuan in front of him was one of the ten overlords of the underground world, the Marshal, then he wouldn't need to mix in anymore.
As the saying goes, a person's name is like the shadow of a tree, the two words "Marshal" are renowned throughout the underground world, and there is almost no one who doesn't know these two words if they are involved in the underground world.
For a moment, fear started to breed in Irie Seijian's heart, spreading to every corner of his body.
