"You're celebrating too early!"
Xiao Yi's voice suddenly rang out.
Yang Dingtian, who had been gloating, froze, his face twisted with a ferocious and resentful expression as he turned his icy gaze to Xiao Yi, who was now slowly appearing before everyone.
Yang Dingtian sneered, "Xiao Yi? I didn't expect you, this little bastard, to dare show up before me?"
The powerhouses he brought from Nantian Holy Land had all died at Xiao Yi's hands.
Especially Fang Yiwen.
He was the one Yang Dingtian had carefully cultivated as his successor, and he too had fallen to Xiao Yi.
Yang Dingtian had long seen Xiao Yi as a thorn in his side.
He wished nothing more than to tear him to pieces!
Su Xinghe and Elder Tianku were also utterly baffled.
Ever since they entered the main hall.
