Cave Mansion

Chu Zhiyuan nodded lightly, then formed seals with both hands. A golden net instantly condensed, shrouding the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier.

He had already pushed his secret technique to its limit. His body was on the verge of exploding, intending to perish together with the Demon Race expert before him.

He had entered an irreversible state, like a galloping horse charging at full speed—impossible to rein in even if he wanted to.

The golden net descended, sinking halfway into his body while the rest flickered across his skin, golden light flowing over it.

His surging blood and qi abruptly calmed.

Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward and slapped his chest and back once each.

Then the golden net dispersed.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and hurriedly cupped his fists. "Thank you, Young Master!"

"Mr. Huang, this is the Twelfth Imperial Son-in-Law," Zhou Yifan said.

The middle-aged man, Huang Qiao, grew solemn. "So it is the Imperial Son-in-Law. A pleasure to meet you. Such great kindness can never be repaid!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "No need for courtesy, Mr. Huang. I couldn't very well stand by and watch you die."

He looked toward the other three middle-aged men.

They were all Venerables.

He then looked at Zhou Yifan.

Where had Zhou Yifan found so many Venerables?

Zhou Yifan said, "Imperial Son-in-Law, we learned an important piece of news and came to verify it. We never expected to run into this group of Demon Race experts!... They're becoming more and more rampant!"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "They're all looking for my wife... Return as soon as possible. I've temporarily cleared out the Demon Race along this route."

Zhou Yifan said, "Imperial Son-in-Law, we heard that a cave mansion nearby is about to emerge."

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

Zhou Yifan said,