Wu Yu continued upwards with steady steps. No matter what sorts of threats or abuse rang out from behind him, he did not even turn back once.

The eight of them naturally said some ugly things. They either threatened the Dong Sheng Divine Continent, or spoke of their damned ghostly cultivator methods, which would make Wu Yu regret ever coming to this world.

Oh yes, they had the ability.

Each one of them was an esteemed expert in their own right. With all kinds of stupendous might backing them.

That was why they dared to be haughty.

But Wu Yu was sick and tired of such words. He had been forced to his limit, and there was no turning back now. Therefore, he was no longer angry or worried.

At most, he would die! He would fight till the end!

No matter how many backers they had! No matter their titles!

As he continued to ascend without turning back or speaking, all he held onto were his resolute steps and gaze, and his heart attuned to his dao. An unyielding state of mind!

Each step was an evolution of Wu Yu's dao!

Ming Long said, "Silly thing, there are some things you just have to endure in life. I counseled...