"Ah...you crafty boy, you dare deceive me!" Zhu Yuheng, who was sitting in meditation and cultivation, suddenly bellowed.
The intense vibration of his voice immediately woke Zhu Bufan. As he opened his eyes, Zhu Yuheng's condition was fully reflected in his vision.
He saw Zhu Yuheng's silver hair, usually bound by a jade crown, was now completely disheveled. Bloodstains covered his long robe. For some reason, his arms were swollen as thick as legs with blood vessels ruptured, showing a web-like pattern!
Zhu Yuheng's Dantian vibrated, and streams of blood continuously spurted from his mouth.
Feeling the fury and the overwhelming killing intent in Zhu Yuheng's words, Zhu Bufan immediately sensed that something was amiss. Without any further concealment, he fully activated the Hanhai Tide Skill. Suddenly, an obscure sensation emanated from him, and within his Dantian, a great pressure emerged.
