Bang –

The banquet hall suddenly became the incarnation of a raging sea. All of the cultivators inside instantly paled. Their eyes turned round and their faces filled with fear and panic. None of them knew what had just happened.

What was the meaning of this? As a solemn sequencer, someone wished to take the life of Lord Woodchopper? Today in this grand hall, who dared to do this? And who could possibly achieve it!?

Woodchopper Fu soon unraveled the confusion in their hearts. He raised a hand and grasped out. Space crumpled and a black hatchet flew out, falling into his palm. With the hatchet in hand, Woodchopper Fu’s aura rose once more. The phantom of a hatchet appeared in everyone’s minds, one so vast and large that it seemed it could cut through the highest heavens and deepest earth!

“My surname is Fu. For the first half of my life I chopped firewood to live, and for the second half I used this hatchet to survive. Throughout the long years, the tens of millions of years, I have continued to suffer and struggle. But in the end, I couldn’t give up on the smoke and dust of the mortal world. For this, I have committed many sins, doing many things that go against my conscience.

“I remember...