A voice like a clap of thunder exploded in the crowd's ears.
The rage contained within it was palpable; everyone could feel the newcomer's fury and killing intent.
BOOM!
As the voice faded, the crowd outside the tavern quickly parted to form a wide path. A dignified, plainly dressed middle-aged man strode forward.
The power erupting from his body swept out, blowing the tavern doors off their hinges and sending them flying inward.
"Father, it was that bastard! He and that little slut crippled my arm!" Behind the middle-aged man, a pale-faced youth followed him in.
His eyes, full of venom and resentment, were locked firmly on Ye Wushuang.
"The City Lord himself is here!"
Looking at the middle-aged man, the crowd shrank back and fled to a safe distance, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.
After all, the power of the Spiritual Spring Eighth Layer was terrifying—not something an ordinary person could possibly withstand.
Lan Xinyu's movement froze in mid-air.
