"Wu Wudi? Just who the hell is this bastard Wu Wudi? Why does his name sound so familiar? It feels like I've heard it somewhere before. Do any of you feel the same?"
An Illusion Race Saint suddenly spoke up. He did not know why, but he always felt that the name Wu Wudi was exceedingly familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before. It gave him an inexplicable sense of recognition.
Hearing this, several Saints froze. They indeed shared the same feeling of familiarity, as if they had met him before.
"Wu Wudi? I remember now."
A black-robed Illusion Race Saint suddenly shouted, "Isn't this bastard that human fugitive Wu Wudi who has been causing such an uproar lately, wanted by countless forces throughout the universe? That son of a bitch has been drifting around the universe committing crimes everywhere, drawing the wrath of heaven and resentment of men. And now he's come to make trouble for our Illusion Race."
All at once, he recalled all sorts of intelligence concerning Wu Wudi.
The Illusion Race was, after all, one of the best-informed races. They gathered intelligence on all kinds of events occurring throughout the universe. Much less something as massive as the trouble Wu Wudi had caused—wanted by countless forces, he was a rather infamous fugitive in the universe lately. There was no way they would not know of him.
Moreover, Saints possessed photographic memories and extraordinarily powerful recall. Once they heard something, they would never forget it.
"What? That Wu Wudi who causes trouble everywhere and has the Demon Race, Arhat Race, Angel Race, and other massive powers hunting him down? They say he's a madman, there's nothing he wouldn't dare do. He even recently killed an Immortal Saint of the Demon Race."
"He's more than just