Xiao Chen seethed. Earlier, Lu Huiyu had clearly promised him that if he could comprehend the scripture within the time it took an incense stick to burn, he would reveal everything and offer up the Petrification Heavenly Art with both hands.
Now, he had more than fulfilled his end.
Yet judging by Lu Huiyu's attitude, he intended to swallow his own words.
To tear up their agreement.
"Why should this Mountain Lord keep faith with a wretch like you?"
Lu Huiyu remained utterly defiant. He was going to die today regardless, so what difference did it make whether he handed over the Petrification Heavenly Art?
Earlier, he had only surrendered the scripture because he was certain Xiao Chen could not master it. He had wanted to blunt his edge and crush his resolve in the Dao.
Who could have imagined that this boy was practically a monster, gifted like a god?
Even the gulf between their races could not stop him.
Now, he was certain that if he truly handed over the Petrification Heavenly Art, this boy would very likely master it.
The Petrification Heavenly Art was an absolute secret of the Shusi Clan, engraved within its bloodline over endless ages and never passed to outsiders. Even if he died today, he could not betray his clan's secrets and leave behind a sin that would stain him for eternity.
The more terrifying and profound a supreme clan was, the more it valued its legacy. Restrictions were often placed within its disciples, ready to detonate their souls and annihilate their inheritances the instant there was a risk of disclosure.
When Xiao Chen had killed Hong Wuyun earlier, he, too, had activated his restriction at the last moment and destroyed his Divine Ability.
Xiao Chen had only managed to comprehend that secret