Dongfang Sheng waved his hand: "Go quickly!"
Dongfang Wang's eyes were moist, and with red-rimmed eyes, he left. He had never seen such a heavy, almost uncontainable, sense of defeat emanating from his father.
From a young age, the person he admired the most was his father.
All along, Dongfang Sheng was a god-like figure in the entire Ancient Dongfang Clan.
High-spirited, commanding with ease, unflinching in the face of collapsing mountains...
Just a mere Young Master Chu, even if he bore the title of unparalleled and world-renowned tens of epochs ago, is he still so terrifying upon his reappearance? Still unparalleled?
Dongfang Wang found it hard to imagine, what means unparalleled… what means unmatched? He also struggled to understand why the dignified Ancient Dongfang Clan, with more than one Supreme Ancestor, would fear such a young man?
Is he really that frightening?
