"Remember that."
"So when you go below, you won't even know who sent you on your way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feng stepped forward and reached straight for Chu Xuan's shoulder.
Chu Xuan gritted his teeth and twisted aside, barely evading the grab as his right hand smoothly drew the broken sword hidden in his sleeve.
A cold gleam flashed.
A shallow cut appeared across the back of Chu Feng's hand.
His gaze darkened, and his other hand had already struck Chu Xuan's sword-wielding wrist.
The broken sword fell to the ground.
Chu Xuan grunted, and then took a kick to the abdomen.
He staggered into the broken wall behind him. The skull wrapped in his arms rolled out and fell into the weeds by his feet.
"Su Su!"
Chu Xuan instinctively reached down to pick it up.
But the moment he bent over, Chu Feng seized his shoulder.
"At a time like this, you're still worried about this pile of bones?"
Chu Feng glanced at the bones in the grass, the anger on his face no longer concealable.
He had chased this wild Taoist priest all the way here, yet the man would rather drag his injured body around on a detour than throw away the dry bones in his arms!
And yet, whenever Chu Feng asked about Bingning, he refused to admit a single thing!
Chu Feng suddenly tightened his fingers and yanked Chu Xuan away from the broken wall.
Bang!
A knee slammed into his abdomen.
Chu Xuan's body curled up. The True Qi he had just gathered instantly scattered, and cold sweat beaded densely across his forehead.
He opened his mouth, but could not even manage a complete sentence.
Chu Feng let go and allowed him to collapse onto the ground.
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