At the other end of space and time, He Mu's true body stood with a rare look of astonishment.
Even though he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, traveled between realms, and now even returned against time to the Chaotic Ancient Era, making him well acquainted with the world, he had never imagined he would witness such a novel sight-
Another "him" had been driven into a desperate corner, yet after igniting the source of his own Great Dao, he had reversed the situation, chasing the Foreign Domain's four Giants across the Boundary Sea as they fled with their heads tucked down, losing every shred of dignity.
After this battle, the name "Wuliang" would probably be enough to become the Foreign Domain's everlasting nightmare. Kundi and the other Kings, in particular, would probably never forget it for all eternity.
At this thought, even someone with a mind as steady as He Mu's could not help chuckling. One King reducing four Kings to such a "miserable" state really did seem rather absurd.
But after only a few chuckles, He Mu remembered that the King forced to stake his life was his own manifestation, and he could no longer laugh. His expression darkened faintly, and anger flashed through his eyes-
Kundi and the others had actually reduced his Primordial Spirit incarnation to this state, forcing him to burn his source to fight for his life.
If he could tolerate this, what could he not tolerate?!
Staring at the Foreign Domain's four Giants fleeing frantically through the other stretch of space and time before him, the killing intent in He Mu's heart grew ever denser, almost taking tangible form.
One day, once his cultivation reached perfection and he entered the supreme realm of Immortal Kings again, he would personally visit the