The hurricane of the Five Poisons Divine Sect's return to the martial world slammed on the brakes when it reached Yang Ge, the towering mountain that dominated that world!
Yang Ge hardly needed to say a word. Rumors that Yang Erlang was at odds with the Five Poisons Divine Sect spread north and south of the great river in no time, like a bucket of ice-flecked water poured over the heat surrounding the sect's return, cooling everyone eagerly following the affair.
The men and women of the martial world who had previously discussed the Five Poisons Divine Sect with words pouring out like waterfalls and spittle flying everywhere all shut their mouths, refusing to mention the sect again.
But this was not simply a matter of praising one side and trampling the other.
Everyone knew perfectly well... whether the Five Poisons Divine Sect could get the three fires of its grand return blazing depended on whether it could get past Yang Erlang!
Given Yang Erlang's ferocious record and the Five Poisons Divine Sect's deep reserves...
Backing either side at this juncture might leave them slapping their own faces later.
The wisest course was naturally to take no sides and watch the spectacle rationally.
Yet although they had shut their mouths in public, deep down they were secretly cheering both sides on: Boring! I want to see rivers of blood!
Yang Ge might not have understood what these spectacle-hunters were thinking, but he certainly would not fight a flood dragon in deep waters to the bitter end over a few million taels of silver.
It was not that he lacked the courage.
He simply did not want to.
After all, although Tower Beyond Towers had ranked him number one under heaven...
Yang Ge had never considered himself the leader of Great