"You are still so young, yet you already possess such skill. Your future achievements are bound to be extraordinary, so why must you serve the decaying and declining Ji Dynasty?
Lu Wu-bing, if you defect to Great Zhou, this king will certainly petition His Majesty to grant you the title of King Who Pacifies the South, hereditary for all generations..."
The Golden Sun King, Yuwen Chui, forcibly suppressed the hatred and killing intent in his heart. He slowly rode to the front of the formation, his expression earnest as he tried to recruit him. "Though I do not know where you learned this strength and hammer technique,
no matter what, they cannot stand against the peerless inheritance of Great Zhou's Yuwen clan.
You must know that there is always someone stronger beyond the strong. If a young man cannot see reality clearly and stubbornly insists on going his own way, he will inevitably suffer a crushing loss. By then, regret will come too late."
"Death is knocking at your door, yet you still dare to spout such shameless nonsense."
Lu Wu-bing burst into laughter, a rather strange expression appearing on his face. "I only fear that your training is too shallow. It would be best if you had mastered that peerless inheritance of yours and brought the true Ten Directions Seal with you. That would be even better."
What level of combat power would result from a peerless physique paired with peerless strength?
Lu Wu-bing did not even dare to imagine it.
At present, his [Form] Seal had reached completion. His physique could be called divine and demonic, even constantly harmonizing with heaven and earth, utterly bottomless.
He could not even bring out the true foundation of this formidable body.
The incomplete [Ten] Seal diagram he had obtained from Yuwen