As a figure in white descended from the sky, countless gazes turned to watch.
They were all too familiar with this figure.
"Ye—Wu—shuang!"
The sound of gritting teeth echoed as two words were hissed from the clenched jaws of the crowd. The eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang flared with cold, murderous intent.
Among them were not only people from the Demon Abyss!
There were also members of the Feather Race, the Fiery Sun Sect, and others!
The killing intent was strongest from people like Yang Dingtian, who had hunted Ye Wushuang in the past.
They had hunted Ye Wushuang relentlessly, only to lose many of their own Disciples and suffer a complete loss of face. They hated him to the bone, and yet, they never expected that after all that trouble, Ye Wushuang would appear before them once again.
What enraged them even more was that his arrival was accompanied by the deaths of many more Disciples.
