Atop the tavern, the crowd fell silent with Ye Wushuang's arrival.
The stench of blood in the air grated on everyone's nerves.
He truly is the God of Slaughter!
The moment he arrived, he had crushed a Half-Demon Race genius to death right in front of one of their own with an Ancient Blood Physique.
Jiao Peng and the others also came forward. They could clearly sense the fear in the eyes of many onlookers as they looked at Ye Wushuang, leaving them bewildered.
"Who are you, to dare kill a member of the Half-Demon Race?"
A young man stared coldly at Ye Wushuang. His eyes were like a phantom's, emitting a ghastly blue light.
His crimson hair shot toward the heavens like a plume of burning Fire Feathers, and his world-shaking Blood Qi swept out in all directions.
This man was Ghost Army, an owner of an Ancient Blood Physique among the Half-Demons, possessing the bloodline of the Ancient Fierce Demon Nine-Headed Bird!
"Ye Wushuang!"
