At this moment, the Golden Dragon within Zhao Fu's body also felt lingering fear. "Good thing that mighty expert was only somewhat interested in you and held no ill intent. Otherwise, both of us might have died there."
Hearing this, Zhao Fu nodded. That was the truth. If that mighty expert had not wanted Zhao Fu to escape, then no matter how hard Zhao Fu tried, he could never have escaped that mighty expert's grasp. Before absolute strength, Zhao Fu was simply that small and powerless.
Zhao Fu now estimated that he would be unable to leave the human world for quite some time. That mighty expert was actually still lingering in Greenfield World—this was simply too dangerous. If he had truly come for Zhao Fu, Zhao Fu might have died without even ashes left behind.
And a prince who wielded a World Seal had already forced Zhao Fu to fight back with all his strength. One really had to keep a low profile.
Though no one in the human world feared Great Qin, there were always greater people beyond people and higher heavens beyond the sky. There were countless forces stronger than Great Qin; in Apocalypse World, Great Qin was no more than a grain of dust.
After composing himself, Zhao Fu returned to business and continued handling the clearing of regions and the construction of the Great Wall.
What Zhao Fu did not know was that not long after he escaped, an incomparably terrifying aura descended. Heaven and earth darkened, wind and clouds froze, and the surroundings turned deathly silent.
A figure suddenly appeared in the sky. He was a disheveled, slovenly middle-aged man, reeking of alcohol, with a wine flask still in his hand. His gaze was unfocused as he looked in the direction Zhao Fu had