God sat on his seat, feeling repeatedly agitated at heart.
How many years has it been?
Probably at least tens of millions of years, God had not experienced the feeling of being chased and attacked.
As the God King, God was very powerful among his peers and had few rivals.
Even some of the stronger God Kings couldn't deny the supreme prowess of his predecessor, Qingtian.
Yet that damned Ghost Face King had managed to defeat him in a direct confrontation and had even stolen his Thunderbird Divine Sword.
God had unwillingly lost this particular battle. Lin Zhen's consecutive three strikes were like a stormy wind and rain, perfectly timed. On the other hand, God made one mistake after another and his defeat was humiliating.
Ever since he fled from Skywind Valley and set off on his journey home, the melancholy in his heart hadn't faded. He had been feeling frustrated for the past ten years.
