Chapter 1857

Luo Fu seemed to know their thoughts, so he smiled.

"I have no ill will toward your Wu tribe. If you say this Axe of Creation is something I happened to acquire, something destined to be mine, then I shall take it."

Xuanming did not believe it.

This Axe of Creation is a sacred relic of their Pangu Hall; now it appears without cause at the border between Wu and Yao, and if the Yao tribe claims it, your Wu tribe will be at a severe disadvantage.

But both Xuanming and Houtu could sense Luo Fu's cultivation base was immensely profound.

It seemed tied to Chaos, yet beyond Chaos itself — with their Twelve Ancestral Wu's cultivation, they still could not fathom Luo Fu's true strength.

Both felt a sudden chill in their hearts; this time, they might perish here, unless, as Luo Fu claimed, he had no ill will toward the Wu tribe, and only then might they escape death.

But who exactly was Luo Fu?

Luo Fu saw clearly the expressions on Houtu and Xuanming's faces, yet he maintained his faint smile.

The Wu-Yao war was about to begin.

The information Luo Fu had learned from the Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group was trivial.

Since fate brought me to this Wu territory and I met Houtu and Xuanming of the Twelve Ancestral Wu, I shall stay in Pangu Hall.

The war between Wu and Yao is the most crucial battle in the entire Honghuang, directly determining the survival of billions of beings; since I am bored, why not stay and aid them?

As he thought this, Luo Fu withdrew his cultivation base, allowing Houtu and Xuanming to be freed.

Seeing Luo Fu about to leave, Houtu gathered her courage and stepped forward, saying: "You may leave, but leave the Axe of Creation behind."

"No need. I shall go with you both to Pangu Hall, and then I shall know the truth."