The lingering sound of thunder echoed in the cemetery. King Wu’s bitter voice accompanied it, refusing to fade away like a ghost.

Zhou Yuan wore a calm look as he watched, although his eyes grew increasingly grave when he looked towards Wu Yao. Though he did not know what had happened between Wu Yao and King Wu, her decisiveness in killing the latter was more than enough to prove her ruthlessness.

Wu Yao dazedly stared at the spot where King Wu’s Spirit had disappeared for some time before her long phoenix eyes slowly closed.

A long while later, her eyes opened again. There was nothing left within them except for a chilling, icy sharpness.

Zhou Yuan’s and Wu Yao’s gazes met once more. No words were spoken between them as killing intent secretly flowed.

King Wu’s final roar was clearly aimed at pitting the two of them in a fight to the death. However, it was unnecessary because the moment Zhou Yuan laid eyes on Wu Yao, he already knew that she was the most troublesome enemy in the Wu clan...

Although he did not know what had drawn Wu Yao to kill her father, it was impossible for this matter to mediate things between them.

The two of them were fated to be on opposing sides.

Moreover, from Wu Yao’s eyes, Zhou Yuan could feel that she was the same as himself;...