Wu Chongtong had experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature since childhood.
He was mature beyond his years.
His scheming ran deep.
He had long since learned to keep joy and anger from showing on his face.
However.
Today.
He had first been blasted apart by Xiao Chen, nearly shattering his heart.
Then.
He had been toyed with by the other party, who had stolen the prize through cunning acting.
Everything that had happened.
Scorched his heart deeply.
Leaving him bitter and vexed.
Meanwhile.
Xiao Chen raced several hundred li in one breath. Relying on his shared understanding with Lao Six, he reached a concealed spot at the edge of a vast Nether Forest, intending to enter an ancient underground stone palace Lao Six had scouted beforehand.
Who would have thought that, just as he was about to approach it, the last trace of King Source Energy in his dantian was exhausted, and the True Demon manifestation faded.
At last, Xiao Chen could no longer hold on. He plunged headfirst, fell, and sank into slumber amid a stretch of crimson sand.
In the battle just now.
Dragon-Slaying Fortune-Seizing, the Gonggong Divine Armor, Spiritual Herbs and strange grasses.
During his final escape.
Xiao Chen had used them all.
Had he not possessed various other methods.
He would never have endured long enough to flee hundreds of li and escape danger.
As for that underground stone hall.
Xiao Chen and Lao Six had found it by chance while slaughtering their way through this area earlier.
The stone hall was extremely well concealed.
Judging from its condition.
It had existed for at least a thousand years.
No one knew which ancient mighty figure had opened it up.
It was presumably meant for cultivation and secluded meditation.
After discovering the underground hall.
Lao