Clang, clang, clang...
The six gray dots in his right eye spun rapidly. Countless sinister iron chains, carrying a terrifying power, suddenly shot forth toward the man and woman entwined in passion upon the bed.
The couple, immersed in pleasure, went pale and immediately separated, trying to defend themselves—but it was already too late. Countless chains swiftly bound them and hoisted them into the air.
At that moment, Zhao Fu slowly emerged from one side.
"It's you!"
Seeing Zhao Fu's pair of terrifying pupils, Xiao Changfeng instantly realized who he was. His face changed drastically as he shouted and struggled, never having imagined that such a terrifying person had infiltrated their sect.
Lin Yan'er's expression was ugly, but compared to Xiao Changfeng, she remained rather calm and made no attempt to resist.
Zhao Fu looked at the shouting, struggling Xiao Changfeng with a cold face. "There's no use shouting. This place has already been sealed by a barrier. Now you must do as I say, or I'll kill you right now."
Xiao Changfeng could only stop and ask, "What do you want me to do?"
Zhao Fu directly stated his purpose: he wanted Xiao Changfeng to summon the elite disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect in batches, so Zhao Fu could capture them batch by batch and bring them into the Imperial Killing Barrier. There were too many people, and Zhao Fu feared losing control, so he had to do it in groups.
Each time, Zhao Fu intended to capture more than three hundred people. Three rounds would be enough to complete the task, while also reducing the chance of being discovered.
Upon hearing that Zhao Fu had set his sights on those sword-dao geniuses, Xiao Changfeng immediately refused. Those people were the Ancient Sword Sect's key targets for cultivation.