What Kind of Look Is That?!

"...Mm, mm?!"

Yao Fei's expression turned horrified. What did this mean? Could this be an expert that woman had invited? Absolutely impossible!!

His expression shifted slightly, but his heart suddenly settled considerably as he swiftly calculated everything. At the very least, this person did not want to kill him yet.

Yao Fei changed his tone and respectfully gave a cupped-fist salute. "What does Senior require?"

Yet the instant those words left his mouth, an indifferent voice rang throughout the grotto heaven. "Your life."

The voice was neither loud nor soft. Yao Fei immediately sensed something was wrong, and a sense of mortal danger enveloped his heart. He was just about to employ every method at his disposal, but it was all in vain.

"Ah..."

Yao Fei let out a miserable scream. A black figure abruptly appeared before him and seized him in midair with one massive hand. He could not offer even a trace of resistance, and the entire grotto heaven had already been enveloped by an unknown grand formation!

"Senior!!"

"Heh heh, I won't kill you right away."

A cold smile hung at the corner of Chen Xun's mouth, chilling to the bone. He held Yao Fei as if pinching an ant struggling madly. "Are all the Image Recording Stones already on you?"

Yao Fei's features twisted. The Rules of Power he had spent thousands of years refining were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His heart was bleeding. Ten thousand years of cultivation had turned to nothing in a single day!

"It seems Senior does not intend to spare me. Could it be that you are an expert my niece invited...?"

His expression gradually became somewhat crazed. He turned a sinister gaze toward Chen Xun and chuckled. "Looks like, under my tutelage, she served Senior