At this time, news of Wu Wudi's decisive battle against forces such as the Dark Hall, Angel Race, Thunder Demon Clan, Buddhist Sect, and others swiftly spread throughout the Map of Heavens' Creation, making countless people aware of it.
Everyone was concerned about what had happened, but when the outcome spread, they were all in an uproar, their faces draining of color. They had never imagined such a result.
"How is that possible? Has Wu Wudi become such a freak? So many people ganged up on him—even the Dark Hall's disciples brought a mid-grade Saint Artifact—and they still couldn't kill him?"
Quite a few people were left dumbfounded.
Previously, they had all believed that arrogant brat was dead for certain. Daring to fight a host of heroes alone was simply courting death; he should have been beaten to death in minutes.
Yet now, not only was that brat alive, he had even left brimming with vigor, while the people who had gone after Wu Wudi had suffered the worst luck of eight lifetimes, sustaining devastating losses.
"Don't even mention it. This was a conspiracy. Everyone was duped by that bitch Wu Wudi—it was a trap! Who knows how many people it got killed. If I ever believe another word he says, I'll eat shit immediately!"
Someone cursed furiously, filled with rage toward Wu Wudi.
A group of people curiously asked what had happened, and the survivors immediately told them the whole story.
"As expected of someone so despicable. I knew long ago that this guy was no good. I never expected this whole thing to be a conspiracy from beginning to end."
"I said that brat wouldn't reveal his location for no reason. Sure enough, there was a scheme behind it."
"But I never expected that brat's attainments in formations