Drastic Measures

"You've suffered enough. Leave the rest to me."

After glancing at Qing Mo and the others' injuries, killing intent flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. His five fingers clenched into a fist as he rasped, "Hun Tiandi..."

The night was silent.

Yet the entire Gu Clan was shrouded in a suffocating oppression.

On his way to Gu Yuan's study, every person Chen Mo encountered wore a grave expression.

"Son-in-law, you're here. The Clan Chief has been waiting for you for quite some time." A figure as imposing as a mountain blocked Chen Mo's path. He was a middle-aged man clad in black battle armor, radiating a dense, murderous aura.

Chen Mo had met him once before, and Xun Er had told him his identity: Gu Lie, the Black Submergence King and supreme commander of the Gu Clan's Black Submergence Army.

His strength had reached the Eight-Star Dou Saint level.

Chen Mo respectfully cupped his hands to him, then followed him toward Gu Yuan's room.

When the study door opened, the room was nearly packed with people. Chen Mo gave them a brief glance and saw that they were all Dou Saint-level experts.

Yet every one of them wore an exceptionally grave expression.

Gu Yuan in particular—his once jet-black hair now held many strands of white.

It seemed Xun Er's capture had dealt Gu Yuan a tremendous blow.

The instant Chen Mo entered the study, everyone's gaze fell upon him. Gu Yuan, Lei Ying, and Huo Ye in particular raised their brows, staring at him in astonishment. "Has your soul reached the Emperor Realm?"

Chen Mo shook his head, then asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Your aura is completely restrained, and your Soul Power carries a trace of transcendence. Even I can no longer see through you. Those are precisely the