The hall was thick with a choking stench of blood, its floor littered with mangled corpses and treasures.
Huo Xiu and Fu Yunzhong's expressions darkened.
Especially when he saw Hua Xingchen beneath Su Yi's foot, Huo Xiu's aged face turned exceedingly ugly.
"What... is going on?"
Huo Xiu's beard and hair bristled in fury. He no longer concealed the might of an Immortal Lord, which swept through the hall and pressed everyone to the verge of suffocation.
"Fellow Daoist, please calm down."
Fu Yunzhong narrowed his eyes as he examined Su Yi. "Your Excellency, please release him first. I can give you a chance to explain yourself."
Su Yi ignored him.
He lowered his head and looked at Hua Xingchen beneath his foot. "Do you think you've been saved now?"
An inexplicable chill ran through Hua Xingchen's heart. "If you stop now, everything can still be discussed."
Su Yi said, "I have always kept my word. Since I said you must die, you will have no chance of surviving."
Hua Xingchen cried out, "Aren't you afraid?"
Su Yi said, "What do you think?"
Huo Xiu and Fu Yunzhong both looked extremely displeased.
The two Immortal Lords had actually been ignored outright!
Before they could react, however, a figure suddenly rushed into the hall.
It was a gaunt, linen-clothed old man with disheveled hair and beard.
The moment he appeared, Huo Xiu and Fu Yunzhong were both startled. "Fellow Daoist, why are you here?"
Yet the gaunt linen-clothed old man ignored them.
After entering the hall, his gaze fell upon Su Yi, and delight appeared on his face. "Dao Friend, it really is you!"
The entire hall erupted in uproar.
Huo Xiu and Fu Yunzhong were both stunned, realizing that something was wrong.
"So it was you."
Su Yi was surprised