He Had Not Even Caught a Glimpse of Fu Yi

Shang Xiangyu was still reeling in shock when an eerie speck of phosphorescent light appeared out of nowhere. The instant it emerged, it shot straight at his face.

The cave was dim, making that phosphorescent light especially bright. Shang Xiangyu saw it at once and turned pale with fright. Yet he naturally knew this had to be Duan Rong's doing; otherwise, how could a flicker of phosphorescence suddenly appear in this gloomy cave?

Unfortunately, his entire body was restrained, and he could not move a single inch. He could only watch helplessly as that speck of light sank into his brow.

The speck of light vanished between Shang Xiangyu's brows. In an instant, the terror in his eyes turned vacant.

Duan Rong immediately took him with him, wielded the Law of Power, and burrowed into the rock strata.

One before the other, like ghosts, they drilled out through the rock wall and flashed toward the Mountain Stronghold's gate.

Duan Rong wrapped Shang Xiangyu in the Law of Power and landed in the open space before the Mountain Stronghold's gate. A vast mass of dark-clad people stood there, all already shackled. Black iron chains wound through the crowd, gleaming with a biting cold light.

Zhu He stood there, glanced at the man beside Duan Rong, and asked, "This is the sect traitor, Shang Xiangyu?"

"That is correct," Duan Rong said.

Zhu He did not know Shang Xiangyu, so he merely nodded.

Duan Rong then shoved Shang Xiangyu toward the mass of people and said, "Shackle him as well." At his words, someone came over, pulled a chain as thick as a child's arm from the waist of one of the sect members, and wound it around Shang Xiangyu's waist.

Duan Rong swept his gaze across the gate, then asked, "Why don't