The young man standing before him was a living Dao Fruit!
If Han Wuji could seize him and refine him, the benefits would be thousands, even tens of thousands of times greater than simply fusing with a Dao Seed!
At the thought, the killing intent in Han Wuji's eyes faded, replaced by burning, insatiable greed. He looked at Chen Ye as if he were a priceless treasure—a work of art meant for him alone.
"Child, don't be afraid." Han Wuji's voice suddenly softened, taking on a kind, persuasive warmth. "I created you. I gave you life. Come to me, and I'll guide you. I'll help you master this great power."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand. A soft white glow appeared in his palm, brimming with the breath of life.
Chen Ye watched him, his mismatched eyes showing no emotion.
His mind was blank, but his instincts, his soul, were screaming.
Danger!
This man was ten thousand times more dangerous than the millstone had been!
His gaze passed over Han Wuji and fell on the other side of the formation, where a woman in white lay unconscious, bound by chains.
Ling Feiyan.
That name, too, had appeared from nowhere in his mind.
He could sense that the sharpest, most resolute power within him came from her. There was an inexplicable connection between them.
Almost instinctively, Chen Ye made his decision.
He ignored Han Wuji's "summons," planted his foot, and lunged at Ling Feiyan like a hunting leopard!
"You're courting death!"
Han Wuji's disguise instantly fell away, his face twisting into a snarl. He had thought he could easily coax this "newborn" into doing what he wanted, but the other man's actions were utterly unpredictable!
His fingers curled into a claw, and a stream of black energy formed a