As his words fell, Zhang Chu's eyes became like two icy blades freshly drawn from an ice cellar.
No Gang Qi leaked forth, no killing intent surged. He simply looked at the other man—looked at him with a smile.
"Any last words?"
Yuan Shidu's body hair stood on end.
A chill rising from the depths of his soul shot up his spine and straight to the crown of his head, making even his breathing seize up.
The sight of Zhang Chu casually killing Ye Qingshan, who had reached Jade Liquid Perfection, with a single palm strike was still replaying madly in his mind. It was the despair born of absolute crushing strength.
He clearly remembered their previous meeting. Back then, Zhang Chu could only trade blows with his clone and did not even qualify to make his true body act.
At the time, he had said that they would meet again!
Yet less than half a day had passed, and they had indeed met once more. But the young man before him had already grown to a level he could neither comprehend nor fathom!
"I truly never expected it."
"You would grow to such a point..."
Yuan Shidu's voice came through the mask.
It carried irrepressible hoarseness and bitterness. He slowly shook his head, his tone filled with wistful sighs.
"Ye Qingshan spent half his life laying plans, slaughtering sects and plotting against the Demonic Cult, all to open the ancient Nine Secrets of Southern Ridge."
"But in the end, he gained nothing. He met a fate of body and soul perishing, merely making a wedding dress for another."
"Was this old man not also delighted for nothing? How hateful—year after year, I pressed gold thread, yet it was all time and Fate..."
Yuan Shidu's heart had gone utterly cold.