Lu Yan, King Ming, and Chu Tianjiao all showed grave expressions on their faces.
Yuwang has fallen?
A generation's hero, one of the world's finest martial artist, the seventh transformation of the primordial spirit; Yuwang has indeed fallen?
"What happened exactly, explain in detail."
King Ming suppresses his shock and asks.
"King Ming."
A hulking man flew before King Ming and bowed in deep grief.
"We were ambushed on our way to Xueluo Plain. Yuwang selflessly held back the enemies, at last, allowing us to break through...and yet, he..."
In the end, the nine-foot tall man's voice chokes up, and his eyes become red, filled with sorrow.
"Who attacked him?"
King Ming inquires.
"The treasonous Zhou Yuandao, along with the Dark Sun Saint Envoy of the Spirit Sect. It seems like the Spirit Sect and Zhou Yuandao have joined forces."
The tall man said.
"Zhou Yuandao himself intervened? What's his level of cultivation?"
Chu Tianjiao couldn't help but ask.
