"Born—fuck, born!"
Yi Tianji finally caught on. Furious, he cursed under his breath.
Although he'd figured out that Lingxiao Saintess had staged an empty-city stratagem, he hadn't seized the Supreme Heavenly Book or lured Mount Taibai Immortal away. He hadn't even sent a clone to the God of War Hall to reap the benefits. So far, he hadn't gotten so much as a hair.
"Who was it?!"
Yi Tianji gritted his teeth in anger, remembering what Ye Chen had said earlier about Qin Feng.
According to the news he'd received not long ago, Qin Feng's Little Gourd could not only release flying knives, but also carry people around. It gave him the means to travel quickly between Lingxiao Palace and the God of War Hall and commit his crimes.
"Could it be Qin Feng?!"
The more Yi Tianji thought about it, the more certain he became. A sense of crisis welled up inside him.
He hadn't believed Ye Chen when he'd first mentioned Qin Feng, but now he realized he'd underestimated the man—and seriously overestimated himself.
His opponent wasn't just skilled at making plans; he was also a master of feigning virtue, flattering someone to ruin them, setting traps, isolating people, taking credit, shifting blame, spreading rumors, and making others do his dirty work.
At first, he'd thought Qin Feng was only thirty-eighth on the Martial Cultivation Talent Ranking. Now he was thirty-ninth. Even if he ranked first on the Weapon Cultivation Talent Ranking and had become the disciple of the Immortal Alliance's Fourth Elder, he still couldn't escape Yi Tianji's grasp.
Yi Tianji could use Ye Chen to kill him, then claim the Time Great Dao Seal for himself.
But he'd never imagined that Qin Feng's talent, despite his thirty-ninth-place ranking, would be even more ferocious than Long Aotian's—or