You're Forcing My Hand?

Who was this person?

Why had he appeared at Mount Putuo?

Why was he able to be so brazen?

Everyone's attention fell upon the two figures in the sky.

Even Huang Shilong, an expert at the eighth revolution of the Gods and Devils Realm, looked over with curiosity.

"Qiao Yun, do you still remember me?!"

His voice boomed like thunder, like a tsunami tearing through layers of dark clouds and resounding across the entire heavens.

Yang Chen stood proudly atop the clouds, with Su An at his side.

That shout just now had come from Su An.

Everyone stared fixedly at the two men in the sky, having no idea what was happening.

On the day of Mount Putuo's young sect master's wedding, someone actually dared to come and cause trouble. Did they truly not know how the word "death" was written?

Inside the red carriage, Ye Ling tore the red veil from her head. Tears instantly streamed down her exquisite face like rain.

"Big Brother Su!"

Ye Ling sat in the carriage, wanting to move, but her body was bound by a force of energy.

She could not move in the slightest.

Big Brother Su had really come!

Ye Ling stared hard at Su An in the air. She could never forget that youth who had once stepped into her heart.

"I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime!"

Ye Ling smiled as she wept.

Her voice was filled with resentment, the bitterness and helplessness in her heart no longer under her control.

Qiao Yun's expression darkened incomparably. Beside him, Ye Xiangtian stood as well. The instant he saw Su An appear, his face turned deathly pale.

"How is this possible?! Didn't I strike Su An into the void? Why can he still appear here?!"

"No,