"Song Zhao, get out here! I've come to borrow your name!"
The rough voice was like a rolling thunderclap, streaking across the sky like a bolt of furious lightning.
RUMBLE!
A clap of thunder even echoed from the distant sky. It wasn't weather; it was because Gu Peng's speed was too great. As he vanished across mountains and rivers, covering an unknown number of miles in an instant, the very air detonated in his wake.
His speed was so immense that the thunderclap lagged far behind him, trailing after him like a belated tail.
Gu Peng was the very picture of an overnight celebrity.
In fact, compared to Song Ciwan, his path to fame was more typical—and far more dazzling.
Song Ciwan had directly defeated Tushan Keji, who was tenth on the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List, and taken his place. While clean and efficient, the process was so straightforward that it lacked a certain shock value.
