"Friend Mu, what do you think of the Chaos Realm as it stands today?"
After exchanging pleasantries in the City Lord's Mansion, Fu Zhentian took a sip of tea and asked Mu Feiyang. Whether in strength, temperament, or sheer mystery, Fu Zhentian felt that Mu Feiyang was someone who could shoulder the great burden of the Chaos Realm.
But Fu Zhentian did not yet know Mu Feiyang's attitude. He had always devoted himself to expanding humanity's territory, yet among humans, he alone had broken through to the Dominator Realm.
Looking at the strength of the Myriad Races, even the Minotaur Race, the weakest race in the Difu Domain, had thirteen Dominator Realm experts, including an ancestor at the peak of the Dominator Realm.
The other races were even stronger. Some had Dominator Realm experts numbering in the hundreds. If humanity continued developing like this, even if they were not exterminated, they would become blood food raised by the Myriad Races.
Yet Fu Zhentian had traveled throughout human territory and had never found a peerless monster seen only once in ten thousand years. Only such a peerless monster, capable of fighting a hundred alone, could lead humanity to rise.
But now Fu Zhentian had found such a peerless monster—the City Lord of Lingxian City before him. Though Fu Zhentian had previously been crazed and muddleheaded, he had also had lucid moments.
He had long discovered Lingxian City's extraordinary nature, but at the time, he had already become a useless cripple. Even if he wanted to do something, he could do nothing.
But Fu Zhentian had never expected to encounter Mu Feiyang, much less be fed a peerless divine pill. Not only had it healed his injuries, it had even transformed his constitution into something incomparably powerful.
Fu Zhentian placed the heavy