That day, at the Xiao Clan in Wutan City, he had asked Yao Chen whether he needed him to deal with Han Feng.
This was not because he enjoyed helping others. He wanted to use the opportunity to make Yao Chen owe him another favor.
At the time, whether Yao Chen had seen through his intentions, genuinely wanted Xiao Yan to purge the traitor from their lineage and prove his judgment, or had both reasons in mind, he had refused without hesitation.
But that did not mean he would leave Han Feng alone!
There was the incomplete scroll of the mysterious Flame Mantra, which Tou She Ancient God and Xiao Yan had practiced in succession—a technique that could devour heavenly flames to evolve and ultimately allow its practitioner to become a Dou Di.
Then there was the inheritance Han Feng had acquired from Yao Chen, along with everything he had accumulated over the years. Chu Zhou wanted it all.
His conspicuous display of his abilities was, in a sense, bait for a sting operation.
Rip!
Strange black ripples suddenly spread through the space behind Chu Zhou, like a huge stone thrown into a still lake.
Immediately afterward, a pitch-black chain wreathed in a sinister, icy aura burst from the center of those ripples. As fast as lightning, it shot straight toward Chu Zhou, who was fully focused on controlling his flames to refine the pill.
The chain's tip was sharp, carrying a chill that struck directly at the soul. If it pierced him, it might seize his soul in an instant.
The attack was so sudden and uncanny that it seemed to descend directly from another layer of space.
Chu Zhou sat cross-legged, seemingly oblivious. He continued controlling the flames without making any other move.
"How dare you!"
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