Anyone would be angry.
Let alone Zhou Changwang.
"Hmm? Do you still have some reliance?
Anyway, it's irrelevant.
No matter how deep your background is, it's useless in the wilderness.
You're just too weak."
As Fu Hongyue spoke, he was about to step forward.
Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong with the spiritual energy around, and instinctively lifted his head.
Immediately he saw, in the void, a large patch of black clouds gathered at some unknown time.
And beneath the pressure of these black clouds, a surge of lightning was brewing within; this lightning, powerful and terrifying, seemed to contain the power to destroy heaven and earth, making anyone who sees it feel incredibly horrified, as if a great calamity was about to befall.
Fu Hongyue's heart skipped a beat, his face filled with disbelief, then without thinking, he turned and fled, shouting as he ran, "Spare me, Elder, forgive me, I shouldn't have..."
