Looking at his strong gaze, Qin Yu finally understood that today’s Shan Wugu was no longer the Lang Tu of the past. He had his own convictions, his own path, his own judgment. After a moment of silence, Qin Yu quietly said, “Potato, I hope that you won’t regret this in the future.”

Shan Wu squeezed out a smile.

Qin Yu sucked in a deep breath. “I have already obtained the five element spiritual objects, so the Saint Furnace is yours to take away. I wish you a smooth journey and I hope you can truly obtain the status of the demonic path’s Saint Son.”

He cupped his hands together and turned to leave.

Shan Wugu’s lips moved, but in the end he didn’t go to stop him. After a brief hesitation, his eyes hardened. He knew that his martial talent was ordinary at best, and besides patience, there was nothing extraordinary about him. If he wanted to stand above the clouds and grasp his own destiny, he knew that Demonic Slaughter was his only path. In any case, even if he knew there were numerous perils in the way, he still couldn’t give up.

Brother, I know you mean well. I’m sorry that I must disappoint you.

Shan Wugu opened his mouth and sucked in another breath of slaughter energy. After today, he had no idea just when he would have another opportunity like this. He had to do his best to refine as much as possible and further his cultivation.

After leaving the cave and sealing the entrance, Qin Yu frowned....