As long as Xiao Chen remained uncaptured and the Golden Body remained out of reach.
Liu Wanxiong could not know a single day of peace.
A hundred claws scratched at his heart, filling him with inexplicable anxiety.
Had Zhang Heilu not insisted repeatedly, and had his own sensitive position not made it inconvenient to act, he would already have set out moments ago to suppress Xiao Chen himself, secretly imprison him, and interrogate him ruthlessly.
From beginning to end, it had never occurred to him that Zhang Heilu had not simply "lacked ambition" and missed a golden opportunity.
Rather, his opponent had been too strong.
Even after giving everything he had, Zhang Heilu had fallen with bitter regrets.
Dead and cold.
Not just him—even with Gray Three joining him.
They still could not withstand their formidable foe.
In the end.
They lay buried deep in the barren mountains.
Cold beyond saving.
Back at the Zhou Estate.
Xiao Chen saw no one. He went into seclusion alone and began contemplating and planning his future.
The Nether Realm was vast, and Changping was ultimately too small. If he wished to soar into the heavens, he needed to reach the Demon Heaven Sect as soon as possible.
As for his killing of Gray Three and Zhang Heilu.
He did not publicize it.
Gray Three was notorious and deserved his death. Most likely, no one would fly into a rage over him and come seeking revenge.
Zhang Heilu was an entirely different matter. Though cruel by nature and vicious in his dealings, he was still a member of a collateral branch of the Zhang Family. The brutal death of a Zhang Family member would undoubtedly stir waves in Changping Commandery, shaking heaven and earth.
Thus, Xiao Chen had dared tell Zhou Lingxia plainly that