Watching the middle-aged man leave, Lu Qing slowly took out a container and stored away the remaining King's Blood.
"I wonder how long Wang Ye's hatred can hold."
"Wish him luck."
"I have to say, Wang Ye is the most important chess piece on Zhao Hai's board."
"It was collected surprisingly easily."
As he spoke, even Lu Qing felt somewhat moved. In the end, he chuckled and shook his head before turning to leave.
As for that King's Blood...
Well, it would be placed in Wang Ye's tree for now.
As for why Lu Qing knew about that tree, that was unknown.
"Are you done yet?!"
"It's been two damn days. Aren't you tired?"
Wang Ye looked utterly dead inside, with barely any strength left to speak. He looked at the Great Emperor of the North Pole, who was still relentlessly pursuing him, and spoke.
The Great Emperor of the North Pole still wore an enraged expression, his eyes fixed on Wang Ye as though he wanted to devour him alive.
"What do you think?"
"In all these years, no one has ever dared toy with me like this!"
"If you don't die, where would my dignity be?"
With an enraged roar, the Great Emperor of the North Pole suddenly accelerated, swinging the spear in his hand at Wang Ye.
"Madman."
"What kind of huge sucker did I run into?"
Wang Ye threw back his head and sighed. Already accustomed to this, he continued fleeing without pause.
Just like that, the chase had unknowingly lasted seven days and seven nights.
Even the Wasteland was greatly shaken. Everywhere the two passed was left in ruins. Countless weak ghosts trembled in fear, while even some Bodhisattvas and Star Lords who happened to be traveling through the Wasteland hid themselves upon sensing