Regarding the Celestial Race.
Lu Yuan had long made up his mind.
They were enemies, completely irreconcilable like fire and water.
Now that they had encountered each other again, he naturally wouldn't hesitate.
An enemy.
Must be suppressed with all one's might.
This wasn't to say Lu Yuan was being domineering; he was acutely aware that the Celestial Race always had various designs on him, wishing to eliminate him at the earliest opportunity, but they simply hadn't had the strength or chance yet.
So he would continue to endure, waiting for the best opportunity.
Just like if Lu Yuan were severely injured one day, the Celestial Race would certainly not let him go.
Since this was the case,
Why leave a threat behind?
It would be better to eliminate it directly upon encounter!
At this moment, he took that step forward.
His aura surged to a boil, intertwining with his golden blood, layer upon layer of waves crashing forth.
