Whoosh!
Everyone turned their heads in unison to see a young man clad in white approaching, fury burning in his eyes like that of a hellish Asura.
"Young Beiwang!"
"It's the Young Beiwang!"
Thousands of captured Beiwang Hall warriors could hardly believe their eyes and knelt on the ground one after another.
In contrast, the subordinates of the King of the Western Wasteland retreated in horror.
"Damn it, wasn't Ye Wudao dead?"
"Is he a man or a ghost?"
"Housekeeper, what shall we do now?" a subordinate of the King of the Western Wasteland asked nervously, looking at the family head.
The family head of the King of the Western Wasteland clenched his teeth and said, "Damn, this kid is so tough, even the Western Wasteland Beast Den couldn't take his life!"
"You dogs under the King of the Western Wasteland, you've really got guts, daring to lay hands on my people!" Ye Wudao said, his eyes sharp as knives.
