The newcomer was the old man from the hall. The moment Mu Feng heard him approach, he stopped channeling Soul Power—not to give Han Qianxue a chance, but because the man before him exerted immense pressure. He had to be a Titled Douluo.
At such close range, if Mu Feng forced himself to kill Han Qianxue, the old man would have enough time to appear at his side.
Mu Feng kept his hands still but quietly loosened his hold. Without his control, Han Qianxue, whose Soul Power had long since been drained, instantly returned to human form. The thick chains that had bound her dragon body now wrapped tightly around her.
Mu Feng was about to draw her toward him with the chains when the old man suddenly said, "Why must you push this so far?"
Mu Feng paused. He had not expected the old man to see through his intentions. Once he pulled Han Qianxue close, snapping her neck would take only an instant. Even if he chose to leave afterward, the old man would be unable to stop him.
"What is your relationship with this woman?" he asked.
Unlike Han Qianxue, who had been eager to fight and kill, the old man was far more courteous. "My name is Han Jun. This girl is my granddaughter. May I ask what conflict arose between you?"
Han Qianxue's life hung on Mu Feng's whim. Even if Han Jun could kill him afterward, it would do nothing to bring her back. So Han Jun said nothing about Mu Feng's presence in the sect's forbidden grounds, afraid of provoking him.
Mu Feng sneered. "Do you know what your granddaughter has been up to? She tried to kill me and steal my Storage Soul Tool."
Mu Feng made no mention of the Octagonal