"Oh? So many people waiting for me..."
As the spirit vessel sailed toward the demon hall floating in the void, Fang Xing leapt from the ship's prow and laughed loudly. At this moment, the giant golden crow, Wu Sang'er, Little Peng King, and others had also risen, standing behind him. Even Wu Yidian sensed something and crawled out of the cabin to take a look, only to be scared unconscious by the murderous aura of countless masters in front of him, and then fell headfirst back into the cabin.
Outside the demon hall, upon seeing Fang Xing, half the people looked murderous, and the other half gritted their teeth in hatred. Apart from the few Daoist Sons from major clans sitting high on a row of Falling Stones, half of the remaining people had disheveled clothes; even among the women, most had hastily put on a male cultivator's vestment robe to cover themselves. Many others simply revealed their true forms, staring at the little bandit with eyes that seemed to spew fire.
