The lingering sound of thunder echoed in the cemetery. King Wu’s bitter voice accompanied it, refusing to fade away like a ghost.

Zhou Yuan wore a calm look as he watched, although his eyes grew increasingly grave when he looked towards Wu Yao. Though he did not know what had happened between Wu Yao and King Wu, her decisiveness in killing the latter was more than enough to prove her ruthlessness.

Wu Yao dazedly stared at the spot where King Wu’s Spirit had disappeared for ...