"Wu Ziyu!" Ye Xiwen spoke the name calmly. He had already guessed the newcomer's identity; rather, that person's identity had not been difficult to guess.
"Hehehe, Ye Xiwen, I didn't expect you to still remember me!" The Cloaked Figure cackled strangely, then removed his cloak. It was Wu Ziyu.
Behind the cloak was a face that had become utterly twisted. The former Wu Ziyu, though not human, had been a heaven-blessed genius and rather handsome. But now, he looked as if sulfuric acid had been splashed over him, his entire face scorched black.
He looked incomparably hideous. Ye Xiwen found it somewhat strange. Having cultivated to Wu Ziyu's level, regenerating one's body was nothing remarkable. Changing into any appearance was no difficulty, and even if he did not wish to transform, restoring his original face should have been effortless. Why had he become like this?
What exactly had Wu Ziyu encountered over these past several hundred years?
"Perfect. Last time, your brother rescued you, but you won't be so lucky now!" Ye Xiwen said coldly. He had still harbored a grievance over letting Wu Ziyu escape before. This was the perfect opportunity to pull up the weeds and remove the roots.
At those words, Wu Ziyu's face twitched at once, making him look even more ferocious.
It seemed he had once suffered something unimaginably cruel to become this way. His eyes were like those of a tiger or wolf, reflecting savage light.
"Ye Xiwen, do you think you can still escape today? I became like this all because of you! If I don't tear you into ten thousand pieces, how can I quell the hatred in my heart?" Wu Ziyu roared hoarsely in a low voice, like a wounded beast.
His thoughts instantly crossed time and space, as though he