Chapter 102: First Steps on the Demonic Path (14)
"Damn it… bastard!"
Rage boiled inside Zhou Hao.
A century of meticulous planning had been on the verge of success—only for the old Saint King of White Cloud City to interrupt at the critical moment. He had suffered grievous wounds, lost the sacred land's last Saint King ancestor, and even the Saint King weapon had vanished.
And now, someone else had reaped the harvest he had sown. A hundred years of scheming, reduced to nothing.
Suddenly, Zhou Hao frowned.
The outside world had fallen eerily silent.
"Who dares sneak into the Sun-Devouring Sacred Land and cause trouble!"
The grand hall's doors were gently pushed open.
A figure shrouded entirely in black robes stepped inside slowly. The black-robed man lowered his hood, revealing a face both familiar and strangely distant.