Zhou Yuan hovered in the air, and a tremendous vortex of Genesis Qi began taking shape around him. His two fingers were curled inwards, and his fingertips flashed with black-and-white light. He stared at Chen Xuandong, who was rooted to the spot, and icy-cold killing intent flashed across his eyes.

Under Zhou Yuan’s watchful gaze, Chen Xuandong, who was prepared to strike back one final time, was afraid to budge even an inch.

He madly roared in his heart, “Damn it! It's a ...