Boom!
Upon hearing Li Ruobai's words, everyone in the venue gasped in shock!
"Heavens, he, he's actually the legendary youngest True Disciple of Kunlun; I, I spoke to him from such a close distance..." Mo Han was overwhelmed with excitement, his face full of admiration.
In contrast, Ma Liang, upon learning of Ye Wudao's identity, was struck as if by lightning, immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing continuously; "Ye, Ye Senior Brother, no, Lord Ye, grandfather, I truly had no idea it was Your Excellency! I was wrong, this lowly one deserves death, there's no excusing my offense this evening!"
Ye Wudao spoke indifferently, "Since you wish to die, then go ahead and die!"
What?
Hearing Ye Wudao's words, Ma Liang trembled, was scared stiff, and collapsed on the ground.
A disciple cautiously stepped forward, placed a hand near Ma Liang's nose, and then recoiled as if electrified, exclaiming in shock, "He's dead!"
Dead!?
Everyone at the scene was stunned, dumbfounded!
