"What? Wu Wudi has shown up again? His nerve has grown this outrageous? He wiped out Dark Hall disciples? He even killed Lei Yundong, the Thunder Demon Clan's young master?!"
Quite a few people were instantly dumbfounded upon hearing the news.
They had not heard anything about Wu Wudi for a long time and had assumed that, after offending so many factions, the brat had been scared into hiding and no longer dared to make a spectacle of himself.
Who could have imagined that the brat would reappear within the Map of Heavens' Creation—and the moment he did, he would commit a heaven-shaking crime, exterminating Dark Hall disciples and the Thunder Demon young master.
"Fuck, that kid's nerve has grown beyond all bounds. Is he even human? He dared kill Dark Hall disciples without knowing that it's one of the human race's two great holy lands? He's poked a hornet's nest."
Some felt that Wu Wudi had gone mad.
"Give me a break. What does that kid not dare to kill? His arrogance knows no bounds. There's nothing he wouldn't dare do. What's the Dark Hall to him?"
"Exactly. Debts don't weigh down a man already buried under them. Count carefully—the factions this kid has offended are simply too numerous to count, and the people who could kill him can't be counted either. Now he's merely added the Dark Hall and the Thunder Demon Clan to the list."
"That's right. Relying on the fact that no one can uncover his identity, this guy commits crimes everywhere like a madman. His contempt for everyone has reached the extreme. Can't anyone deal with him?"
"This time, that kid is definitely dead. Killing Dark Hall disciples is no small matter. Do you know how many experts the Dark Hall has produced? If those