That fleeting face—he'd only caught a hurried glimpse, but it had been enough for him to remember it.
Hanyu. There was no mistaking that bastard.
Jiu You had just finished cursing him under his breath when he suddenly froze. How could Hanyu's face be part of the rules?
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Jiu You's first thought was that Hanyu was screwing with them again.
But that was impossible. These were rules; Hanyu didn't have the ability to mess with them.
The only one who could mess with them was the Heavenly Dao.
At that thought, Jiu You grew even more terrified.
Could Hanyu actually be the Heavenly Dao?
Impossible. How could the Heavenly Dao lower itself to become a man of the Central Continent?
If Hanyu really was the Heavenly Dao, Jiu You could practically picture the look on the face of that one from the Heavenly Dao Sect, grinding his teeth to dust.
Not long ago, the Heavenly Dao had personally let this man—who might be the Heavenly Dao itself—walk away.
It was ridiculous.
But Jiu You couldn't laugh. They, too, had had several chances to kill Hanyu.
The First Hall, in particular—he had come closer than anyone to killing Hanyu.
"Can you do this or not?"
While Jiu You's soul was still spacing out, Wu Jiu's impatient voice rang out.
The rules were darting around too fast. At this rate, when would it ever end?
And Jiu You's soul still had time to stare into space. Wu Jiu was suffering as he repeatedly blocked the rules, hemming them in around Jiu You's physical body.
Jiu You abruptly came to his senses and immediately went all out. After Wu Jiu slapped the rules back into his body again, Jiu You's soul actually