After entering the Battlefield of Old, Wu Yu stopped paying attention to the critiques of him. 

Where there were people around, there would be politics involved. The millions of people around him constituted this. As for what they would say, it would be dependent on how he would act. 

If he lost today, he would be condemned by all. On the contrary, he would take a step forward if he won. 

If he didn't take this step forward, the matter would always weigh on his heart. 

The attention of the million-strong crowd was gathered on him. 

Sometimes, cultivation also involved going against the wills of millions of people. 

Wu Yu's focus was entirely on his opponent. Before him, there was a young man wearing the same Yan Huang Immortal Armor. He was his opponent, Yang Xuefeng. Just as the rumors had suggested, this person was the son of a hunter. From him, one could sense an innate wild and cold killing aura! After years of training, competition, and killing, his aura had condensed into the scent of blood and killing intent. There were even blood stains on his Yan Huang Immortal Armor, making him look even more cold-blooded. 

The person before him looked just like an assassin that had descended upon the world to reap lives! 

In Yan Huang Imperial City,...