"That's right, this is... this is what the Divine Master is looking for..."
While Fang Xing was in the midst of his epiphany from the massacre of the Shen Zu, truly beginning to grasp the path of his own slaughter, there was another person even more excited than him. Gui Mu, a member of the Luo Shen Zu who had been relentlessly pursuing him, watched wide-eyed as Fang Xing slaughtered his clansmen right before his eyes, taking countless lives. Amidst his endless fury, the changes in Fang Xing's aura brought a hint of delight, akin to a desperate, dying man in the desert discovering an unclaimed gold mine...
"No matter what, we must capture him. If I can present him to the Divine Master, I might even be directly promoted to Divine King..."
A voice screamed inside Gui Mu's mind, making him increasingly ecstatic and more determined to capture Fang Xing.
"Retreat... retreat..."
