Zhou Qing took a step forward as the scarlet-red spear pointed at the golden figure. His expression was determined, as if nothing could stop him from destroying the shadow that had been left in his heart.

“Zhou Qing ah Zhou Qing, it seems that you will not shed tears till you see the coffin.” Qi Yuan let out a sinister laugh, his eyes filled with mockery when he saw that Zhou Qing was going to take on king Wu’s projection alone.

“If you were at your peak, this Imperial Decree golden figure would not be able to do anything to you. But the current you is a mere third layer Alpha-Origin, yet you still dare to be so arrogant?”

Zhou Qing ignored Qi Yuan’s mockery. The former’s gaze was so tightly glued to the blurry golden figure that it was as if no other foe could enter his sights.

“Since you wish to seek death, I will grant your wish!”

Qi Yuan laughed icily, more than happy to watch Zhou Qing try to act tough. If Zhou Qing was...