Outside the prison cell, Zhou Suanni stood with utmost respect. Before him stood his immediate superior, the commander of the imperial guards, Zhou Mou.
Zhou Mou was a fist martial grandmaster. Whether in authority or strength, he steadily overshadowed Zhou Suanni, and was the leading figure of this generation of the Zhonglang Zhou Clan.
Besides Zhou Mou, other powerful figures stood stationed in every direction. Without exception, they were all grandmasters.
A rough count revealed that more than twenty Human Grandmasters had gathered here.
Zhou Suanni knew full well that, with so many Human Grandmasters before his eyes, there had to be Earth Grandmasters—and perhaps even Heaven Grandmasters—prowling the perimeter beyond his sight.
This net covering heaven and earth had been laid long ago, with the Mad Demon Blade as bait to hook a big fish.
He could not help recalling scenes from his fragmented memories. In winter, when the ground lay blanketed in snow, one would clear out a patch of open land, scatter grains over it, then prop up an overturned bamboo basket with a wooden staff.
When starving birds flew down to peck at the grain and unknowingly wandered beneath the basket, one only needed to knock away the wooden staff. The basket would instantly cover them, leaving them no hope of escape.
The principle behind a trap was exactly the same. Before bait, even clever people were no different from birds.
"A mere Demon Weapon Slave passed through just now. Ignore him. It is not yet time to draw in the net."
Zhou Mou spoke calmly. The environment created by all the grandmasters present had isolated the area from the world outside the prison cell.
Those assassins and Demon Weapon Slaves coming and going merely believed they had entered an unguarded realm. Even when they used