Ye Ling's situation had enraged everyone. Wu De had also returned to the Yang Stage. From his furious expression and slightly disheveled clothes, it was clear he'd fought someone. Ling Lin hurriedly asked how it had gone, though he already had a vague feeling the result hadn't been good.
"Hmph, those stinking lions had numbers on their side. This old monk didn't get much of an advantage." Wu De was still fuming. He glanced at Old Man Ling. "If Uncle Zi and Senior Tian Ru hadn't stopped me, I'd have turned the whole place upside down. They actually dared to bully my disciple's granddaughter-in-law. A bunch of stinking spiders."
"The Golden Lion Clan has two immortal enforcers, and both are quite strong. It's only natural you couldn't gain the upper hand, Wu De. But if you add me and that boy Feng Yang..." Old Man Ling mused, then looked at Ling Tian. "Tian'er, you stopped me from intervening earlier. Do you have a plan?"
"Elder Ling, it's a fact that Ling'er didn't crush the jade token. This happened on the arena, so there's nothing we can say." Though he said this, Ling Tian's expression was frighteningly grim, and a thick killing intent flashed through his eyes. "Our Lingxiao Pavilion doesn't go around killing people first. Does that mean they think we're easy to bully? Master, you don't need to get involved. I've decided: if we encounter anyone from the Death Nether Wolf Spider Race again, kill them without mercy."
"I thought you'd keep putting up with it, brat." Seeing Ling Tian brimming with killing intent, Wu De let out a breath. "Good. I support that. The Death Nether Wolf Spider Race swagger around because they can wield Death Nether Qi, and they never show mercy on the arenas. Hundreds of