Who?
Zhao Kuan's pupils shrank, this young man in white actually managed to catch his blade with one hand!
"I, I didn't die?" Li Hu, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened them and, as if struck by lightning, his mouth gaped open as he exclaimed, "Young Master!"
Boom!
The entire place was shocked!
Three thousand soldiers of the Northern King's Hall knelt on one knee as if a long drought had met sweet rain, excitedly exclaiming, "The Young Master is back!"
"Greetings, Young Master!"
"Greetings, Young Master!"
Ye Wudao looked around and said indifferently, "Stand up, everyone!"
"Yes!" Three thousand soldiers of the Northern King's Hall got to their feet.
"So you are the leader of the Northern King's Hall rebels, Ye Wudao?" Zhao Kuan asked with disdain.
Swish!
Ye Wudao's body flashed, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Zhao Kuan, slapping him across the face.
"I am your ancestor!" Ye Wudao declared arrogantly.
