"Damn it... Bastard!"

Zhou Hao's heart was ablaze with fury.

After a century of planning, just as he was about to achieve great success, he was interrupted by the old Saint King of White Cloud City, leaving him severely injured. Even the foundational Saint King ancestor of the sacred land had fallen, and the Saint King artifact was lost.

Now, someone else had quickly taken advantage of the situation, rendering his century of planning futile.