The moment those words were spoken, they exploded like a thunderclap. Not only was Princess Mo Yue struck dumb with shock, but everyone around them gaped in disbelief, their gazes sweeping in unison toward a man amid the crowd.
The man wore nothing but a thin white undergarment. His body was so frail he resembled a guttering candle in the wind, his face pale as paper and his dry lips cracked. He looked like a weak scholarly gentleman incapable of trussing even a chicken, as though a light breeze could knock him over.
This man was none other than Lu Ren. A sickly man actually dared to boast that he would marry Princess Mo Yue—his arrogance was truly boundless.
"You are...!"
Mo Qianzhong stared at Lu Ren. The confusion in his eyes instantly turned to astonishment, and he cried out, "You're Lu Ren..."
Before his words had even faded, the scene erupted like a pot boiling over. Everyone wore expressions of utter disbelief.
Who was Lu Ren? He was the Divine Ruins Battlefield's foremost fierce general and the favored disciple of the Heavenly Court's Divine Lord. It was said that on the Purgatory Battlefield, he had slaughtered a hundred Divine Venerable experts of the Undead Royal Family as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.
Such illustrious renown had long spread throughout the Seven Realms.
However, news that Lu Ren had failed to enter the Divine King Realm had spread without wings. Coupled with his disappearance for more than two years, his glorious image had gradually faded from everyone's minds. Yet now, Lu Ren had reemerged and appeared in the Hell Realm. How could they not be utterly shocked?
"Correct!"
Lu Ren nodded in acknowledgment. As the crowd parted, he walked step by step toward the center of the plaza.