Saint King Manhai's fury towered to the heavens, his chest choked with pent-up rage.
He had spent years cultivating in seclusion and guarding the Moon God Star outpost in peace. Nothing had ever gone wrong.
Then an enemy had appeared out of nowhere and cleaved away a third of Moon God Star with a single slash, leaving the bandits at his outpost dead or grievously wounded.
He could not control his emotions. At Saint King Black Rock's questions, his fury erupted.
He roared on the spot.
"How should I know what happened?"
"I was cultivating in seclusion, minding my own business. Nothing was wrong."
"Then some enemy from thirty years ago suddenly showed up. The Black Heaven Bandit Group has enemies everywhere. How the hell would I know who that was?"
The more Saint King Manhai spoke, the angrier he grew.
He had never suffered such a crushing loss.
If word of this got out, who knew how many people would laugh at him?
How could he ever show his face again?
"Black Rock, you came at just the right time. That bastard's slippery. He split Moon God Star with one slash and ran. Help me search. We have to find that damned thief, no matter what."
Saint King Black Rock's brows drew tight. Something about this felt wrong.
An enemy from thirty years ago?
That was far too vague.
And the man had fled the instant he struck Moon God Star. With a starry sky this vast, where were they supposed to find someone so slippery?
More importantly, he had another objective on this trip, and a Saint King of the Blood God Cult was aboard the flying vessel behind him. If he set everything else aside to help Saint King Manhai search first, Saint King Blood Flow probably