Looking at Wang Lin and the mosquito king who had disappeared into the distance, Du Qing revealed a bitter expression. He wanted to slap himself and suppress the horror in his heart as he flew at full speed to catch up.

“Ah, this person has many treasures and essences; even his beast is extraordinary… He has a powerful background and has even formed an essence true body… He can’t be provoked or compared to…” Du Qing continued to comfort himself, but still felt wronged.

“Damn it, why am I so poor… I really… can’t compare!” Du Qing felt more and more miserable. He flew for half a day and still didn’t catch up to Wang Lin.

“This person is a genius of the heavens, like the true disciple of those great sects, so I can’t compare… But I, Du Qing, have obtained my cultivation level and my treasures all on my own. Although he is better than me, I bet everything he has was given to him by that Grand Empyrean… Hmph, he is just lucky.” Only when Du Qing thought of this did he feel a bit better.

If he found out about Wang Lin’s identity and origin and learned of Wang Lin’s more than...