Ye Xiwen looked up and saw Wu Zimo in a corner of the battlefield, pursuing a golden figure. Who else could it be but Little Kun Peng?
Over the years, while he had been absent from the Selection of Emperor Road, no one knew that Ye Xiwen had already left it. Little Kun Peng had thus become a target for many people. Wu Zimo had repeatedly hunted Little Kun Peng, hoping to force Ye Xiwen out. He did not know that Ye Xiwen had long since left, so all of it had been in vain.
Yet Little Kun Peng was incredibly stubborn. Though he had been targeted openly and secretly by many people and had escaped death several times, he never revealed that Ye Xiwen had already left.
Over these hundred-odd years, Little Kun Peng had faced several hundred pursuits. Many times, he had only escaped after paying a painful price. Yet the results were obvious. While others of his generation had not even been qualified to join this melee between monstrous geniuses and old antiques, he had been able to enter it. Though he had only stepped half a foot into this realm and was far inferior to Ye Xiwen in combat power, he had already left all his peers far behind.
"Where is Ye Xiwen? Why hasn't he shown himself? Could it be that he isn't qualified to appear here? Then I'm truly disappointed!"
A savage grin hung on Wu Zimo's face as he burst into laughter.
Countless streams of Stone Qi gathered in his hands, transforming into chains of laws. Most remained around him as protection, while only a small portion attacked Little Kun Peng. He had not even used his full strength, yet he had already forced Little Kun Peng into a miserable state.
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