Wang Yulun stared blankly at the man in the Light Screen who bore a striking resemblance to him.
That sense of familiarity rising from the depths of his soul told him that this was his past life.
"Yulun, it looks like your past life was more handsome than you are now!" Xu Fan said in amazement.
He had to admit that the man in the Light Screen was extraordinarily handsome.
His bearing was exceptionally refined. With that sunny face and an aura of charging forward without hesitation, he gave off the warmth of the sun.
Although his current condition in the Light Screen was far from good, his battle armor was in tatters, and several wounds were so deep that bone showed through.
If not for a healing Divine Ability sealing those bleeding wounds, even immortals would have been unable to save him by now.
"My past life could actually be this handsome!" Wang Yulun said, stroking his chin.
"Watch the plot in peace. This concerns whether you'll be able to live off a woman with your head held high in the future." Xu Fan glanced at his good brother.
At that moment, the three people in the Light Screen were caught up to once more by the pursuers behind them.
"Wang Feng, surrender and hand over the Remnants of the Former Dynasty behind you. When you return, you will still be the Great General of Zhenxi," the leader of the pursuers said as he looked at Wang Feng, his gaze carrying a hint of persuasion.
"Fei Shuo, make your move. Today, there are only two outcomes: either I die, or you die."
Wang Feng held a sword in one hand and pointed it at the pursuing group. He wore a smile, with not the slightest fear in his eyes,