Swish!

Above a certain county in the now chaotic Great Wu Empire.

The sound of rushing wind rang out as a ray of light flashed past in an extremely anxious manner.

The ray of light was a Spirit. It was surrounded by two halos that continuously absorbed the surrounding Genesis Qi.

This Spirit naturally belonged to King Wu.

He was currently fleeing like mad, fear flooding his face as his gaze constantly darted behind him. He could sense Zhou Yuan chasing him at full speed.

“That damned spawn of the Zhou clan!”

King Wu’s heart was filled with rage. He had swept through the Cangmang Continent like an unstoppable flood for so many years and built an impressive reputation for himself. When had he ever fled in such a pathetic manner?

“I should have killed that babe on the altar back then!”

King Wu...