A Slap!

Hearing this familiar voice,

Xiang Kunlun and Su Qingmei were stunned and hurriedly looked at the sky in the distance.

An ancient boat flew over from afar and soon arrived above the square.

A few figures stood on the ancient boat.

They were Yang Luo, Xu Ying, Bujie, Prajna, and Lin Wenxuan.

Yang Luo glanced at the event location and sighed in his heart, "Brothers, I'm sorry I'm late."

It seemed that the Dark World had truly fallen into complete chaos.

Unexpectedly, even the Holy Imperial Court was attacked.

Hearing this familiar voice…

Seeing this familiar face…

"Yang Luo!"

"Little Luo… Little Luo is back!"

"Boohoo… Brother Yang, you're finally back!"

"Annoying person, you still know how to come back!"

"Big baddie, don't you like to run? If you dare run again, don't come back!"

Su Qingmei, Xiao Ziyun, and the other women shouted.