"He's a demon! He's a devil! Please, everyone, come and kill him..."
Seeing Mu Bai arrive at the tribe, with the lives of its young and old hanging by a thread, Du Yin immediately began to howl. As the saying went, a dying man spoke kindly, and a dying bird cried mournfully. His entire body hung limp, suspended in the air by hooks, with only his head still able to cry out. His miserable state moved the watching cultivators despite themselves.
"We cultivators cannot stand idle while an evil demon ravages the world! He's already taken his revenge. What do these children have to do with it? We absolutely cannot sit by and do nothing!"
Someone immediately stepped forward and called out to the crowd, openly unleashing the aura of a Dao Zun.
Discussion rippled through the crowd, and several more people stepped forward to stop Mu Bai from committing this tribe-exterminating atrocity that heaven itself could not tolerate.
"Not while I'm here!"
The speaker was none other than Tao Hang. With an explosive shout, he raised his sword and barred their way.
"Where were you when they slaughtered the Haibei Tribe?"
"Well..."
"Did the Haibei Tribe have no elders or children? Did everyone in the tribe, young and old, deserve to die?"
Tao Hang's face was cold as frost. Hatred and resentment boiled within him as he loudly challenged the crowd.
"I won't agree even if it kills me! You're not getting past!"
With a shout, Tao Hang immediately summoned more than a dozen greenwood swords, stirring the surrounding trees into a surging rustle.
"The White Wolf Tribe won't agree either!"
Wu Tai arrived with his men as well, bringing out their Soul Soldiers to bar the crowd's way.
Wu Tai had aged considerably over the past few years.