Chen Changsheng raced through the dense forest with A Li, his face utterly expressionless.
Yet this was the first time in hundreds of years that he had truly grown angry.
Ever since obtaining Changsheng, Chen Changsheng had always upheld the principle of treating others with kindness.
Moreover, in all these centuries, Chen Changsheng had never killed a single person.
Even Master Yuhua had not been personally killed by Chen Changsheng.
But now, someone who had always treated others kindly had been spat on—and twice at that.
Why did it do that?!
He had neither come to provoke it nor come to seek revenge. It had no reason to behave this way.
And besides, what gave it the right?!
It was merely a Thunder Beast at the Spirit Transformation stage.
Chen Changsheng had encountered many Spirit Transformation cultivators, all of them illustrious figures renowned across their regions.
Wanyan Aguduo, the Wolf King of Night Moon Kingdom; Master Yuhua, founder of the Supreme Clarity Temple...
Beyond these Spirit Transformation experts, he had also encountered many powerful beings far surpassing the Spirit Transformation stage.
For instance, the Xuanwu Emperor, who had entered the Seventh Realm, and the indescribable horror of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Ground.
Even beings as powerful as them had never spat on him.
He was a Direct Disciple of the Supreme Clarity Temple, an honored guest of Xuanwu Kingdom, an Undertaker walking the river of history.
Countless prodigies were his friends, and mighty figures capable of moving mountains and filling seas chatted and laughed with him.
With all that, what gave some tiny Thunder Beast the right to spit on him?
Fueled by his rage, Chen Changsheng's speed increased considerably, and he soon returned to the Wu Clan village.
As the two landed, the High Priest and Clan Leader immediately