“A replica!” Cen Sui’s eyes went wide.

Although Wu Ru was weaker than him, that didn’t make the shaman an easy target. He was well versed in the shamanic dao of the chief worlds—his methods unpredictable and constantly changing. Cen Sui numbered among the strongest beneath peak grand supreme, but he still fell short when coming up against Wu Ru.

The shaman was present in his true form, a man with a feminine cast to him. One of his hands was locked in a death grip around Lu Yun’s neck and he smiled placidly at Cen Sui.

The big-bearded grand supreme glowered. He’d been caught by one of Wu Ru’s ambushes last time and didn’t have time to unsheathe...