Yan Wuse? Within the Falling Petals Realm, Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped when he heard that name.
He had an excellent memory and vaguely recalled hearing the name "Yan Wuse"... twice in all! The first time had been in the Unforgiven Hall. After Rao Yaoyao cleaved open the third Heavenly Prison cell with her sword and Frost Lord was freed, he had shouted, "Damn Yan Wuse! Screw Yu Kunpeng! This lord is back, and your good days are numbered!"
Frost Lord's escape arts were formidable. Ordinary sealing grounds could not contain him.
It was only under the joint pursuit of the "Elder Yan" and "Fish Elder," whom Rao Yaoyao respectfully addressed, that he had been captured and exiled to the Inner Island of Void Island.
As for the second time, it had been when Xu Xiaoshou asked Number Two who his accomplices were. Number Two had named two people:
Yan Wuse, Dao Qiongchang.
"Who is this Yan...?" Xu Xiaoshou was not foolish enough to figure it out himself, since Mr. Siren was right beside him.
"A member of the Holy Spirit Hall's Ten-Person Council, one of the Three Emperors, a light-element Half-Saint." Mei Suren's expression was grave. He had already slashed apart the character "Void," yet Number Two's cry for help had still gotten out. There was no stopping it.
The Three Emperors... Xu Xiaoshou remembered that disabled man seated in a wheelchair atop Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain had been one of the Three Emperors.
Even now, the horrifying sight of that man firing one arrow from the Central Region and taking Elder Sang away remained vivid in his mind.
Who would have thought that Yan Wuse, likewise one of the Three Emperors, was about to enter the fray? A face-to-face battle?
How did I measure up against Yan... pfft, against Ai