When Chu Zhouyun heard it, he laughed fiercely, “Great, that’s great! He dares to take part in the Convent of the Wind and Clouds! Huang Xiaolong, watch how I skin you alive! Hahaha! You’ll die a miserable death!”

The Convent of the Wind and Clouds was going to start the very next day, and when Chu Zhouyun heard that Huang Xiaolong had entered without his guards, he jumped in joy.

Tang Jin smiled, “Looks like he isn’t some nobody. I wonder if he has someone backing him up.”

Yuan Yue smiled. “He’s just a mid-Ninth Heaven True Saint. How strong can his backing really be?” He turned to Chu Zhouyun and continued, “Brother Chu Zhouyun, Huang Xiaolong is...