"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Chi, it seems your scheme has fallen through.
That's fine too. I originally planned to deliberately let Zhu Feng go after playing with her for a while, but now it saves me the trouble!"
Upon hearing this, the black-robed old man knew that Zhu He had discerned the truth from a series of events, so he no longer bothered to pretend.
"How did you find out?!"
Chi Xi's expression stiffened as he endured the intense pain and asked.
"Hmph! You did hide yourself well all along, but even so badly wounded, that Blood Eye Sable could still see through your whereabouts at a glance.
How could your message claiming that Fellow Daoist Mo had taken the Blood Pill Flower King be anything but a lie?!"
Zhu He said with a face full of resentment.
However, although he had seen through Chi Xi's lies, Mo Bufan's appearance still came as quite a surprise to him.
First, for Chi Xi to frame him like this, he had most likely silenced him in advance. Second, so long as the other party had even a slight understanding of the current situation, he should have fled alone.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the black-robed old man and the other two changed, and they all turned cold gazes toward Chi Xi.
"Good brat, you sure have plenty of tricks. You even dared deceive us! Big Brother, leave this brat to your little brother as well!"
The bearded big man immediately widened his tiger-like eyes and said.
"He can't escape. Focus on dealing with that Mo fellow first. The Immortal Artifact in his hand is somewhat troublesome!"
After giving Chi Xi a sinister glance, the black-robed old man withdrew his gaze and stared fixedly at the True Rakshasa Umbrella before Luo Hong.
"Hehe,