Slap Across the Face

At Zhao Manor in Shangwu City, all the Aperture Refining Realm martial artists in the city had gathered there. They watched the formation within the study circulate, yet there was not a soul inside.

The others of Zhao Manor stood to one side, trembling with fear, having no idea what had happened. Some of the family members had been frightened into tearful sobs.

Qiu Yuanzeng would never have told those family members about the escape route he had prepared. In Qiu Yuanzeng's heart, aside from himself, everything and everyone else could be used.

The only difference was how much they were worth using and how much effort he needed to invest. Nothing more.

Chen Fei appeared in a corner of the city and glanced from afar toward Zhao Manor. At this moment, the auras of Aperture Refining Realm martial artists were all tangled together there, while the city's garrison had surrounded the area so tightly that not even water could seep through.

If Chen Fei had truly been trapped inside, it would have been difficult for him to leave now unless he killed his way out. But fighting that way would have been rather pointless, as though he were being led around by the nose by Qiu Yuanzeng.

Chen Fei sensed his surroundings and found nothing unusual. His figure turned into a phantom as he rushed toward the city wall.

The patrols along the city wall had intensified considerably. Shangwu City clearly feared that Zhao Manor was a feint in the east while attacking in the west, only for the Cliff Mountain Army outside the city to reap the advantage instead.

Chen Fei activated the Flying Ling Shuttle in his robes, increasing his speed another notch. Without Qiu Yuanzeng holding him back, his movements became even more nimble and natural.