In an instant, the defenders, timid only moments before, began roaring at the tops of their lungs. "Kill them!"
Some even wanted to throw open the gates at once, charge out, and fight the Tribal Stockade Barbarians to their hearts' content...
"You're from the Primordial Yang Church..."
The moment they saw the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, the Whitehead Island disciples recognized Tang Changsheng. "You're Xin Chengying... No, you're Tang Changsheng!"
At the name Tang Changsheng, not only the Whitehead Island disciples but the other Rogue Cultivators turned to look.
Word of the clash between the Primordial Yang Church and Whitehead Island had spread far and wide. In particular, everyone had heard how Lu Yuanzhen, enraged by what had happened to his disciple, had killed eight elite Whitehead Island disciples in succession.
Naturally, the name and deeds of Tang Changsheng, the man at the heart of it all, had spread too. People never tired of talking about him.
On the whole, people leaned toward the Primordial Yang Church. For one thing, it was a small, weak sect, and people tended to sympathize with the weak.
For another, Lu Yuanzhen had killed in a rage to avenge his disciple. That might have been going a bit far.
But Rogue Cultivators, and even many junior disciples of other sects, thought well of Lu Yuanzhen. A senior who would stand up for his own disciple like that was rare indeed...
Third, Tang Changsheng had escaped from Bai Ruhui, an Earth Immortal. The story was so extraordinary that people never tired of telling it.
A falling leaf was no news. A falling leaf that crushed someone to death was big news!
An Earth Immortal killing a junior at the Spirit Terrace Realm was no news. An Earth Immortal making a move and failing to kill