Besides the three disciples of Zhang Futu, there were two others who Wu Yu had seen before as well. They were the two who had accompanied Zhou Xuan that day.

These five were from Futu Hall, where they might not have been the strongest. But simply because they were the disciples of the hall master, none dared to cross them.

Wu Yu did not like those three. Wang Fu was cruel and savage in nature, Zhi Ying had a dark and devious heart, while Zhou Xuan was petty through and through.

The fact that Zhang Futu would accept them as disciples spoke volumes about his own nature.

"Wu Yu?"

At this time, they finally recognized Wu Yu. The Demons' Abyss was too dark, so they only noticed him now.

Zhou Xuan started, then immediately laughed, a wicked tinge to his laughter. He said, "So we meet again. Last time, you snuck an attack on me, but this time you delivered yourself to me in the Demons' Abyss. Heaven must be punishing you!"

They had planned to leave after stealing, but now Zhou Xuan had no intention of leaving.

From the side, Zhi Ying eyed Wu Yu, saying, "Wu Yu, before you are your senior brothers...