In Jiang Wang's eyes, an opponent like Ao Huangzhong was terrifying—far more dangerous than Yu Guangyuan.
Yu Guangyuan was savage and cruel. Though highly gifted, if he failed to attain the Dao and become an Emperor Lord, he would be no more than a villainous figure of his time.
Ao Huangzhong was the kind of Sea Race member who could truly use The Present World as a game board, an existence qualified to become a chess player. Should he one day advance to True King, or even Emperor Lord, he would absolutely become a mortal threat to the Human Race.
Their prodigy, our great bandit!
But if one were to ask how certain Jiang Wang was of killing Ao Huangzhong, there was not the slightest certainty in his heart. The Lost Realm was such a peculiar place: Human Race and Sea Race forces interwove here, with many experts from both sides involved at any moment, capable of changing the course of this clash.
Most importantly, Ao Huangzhong had long discovered that he was being tracked. He simply had not yet found that speck of "dust." That left him far too much room to respond.
In the vast Lost Realm, Jiang Wang's insistence on pursuing and killing him was merely an effort to do what he could.
To succeed was merit; to fail was merit as well.
The Thorn Boat crossed the Boundary River, and he sat upright and proper.
The rushing airflow nearly condensed into a white tail. Vast quantities of heaven-and-earth essence gathered toward Jiang Wang, while the starlit divine dragon hovering above the Spirit-Nurturing Palace bared its fangs and claws, breathing in and out an ocean of Dao Essence.
An expert standing shoulder to shoulder with gods—even merely regulating his breath—could alter heaven and earth.
His pursuit of