"You still dare to threaten me? Believe it or not, I could kill you right now!"
Zhou Yongyang sneered, rushed in front of Zhou Jianxiong, and viciously kicked him in the face again, sending him flying.
"Enough, Zhou Yongyang. Cut the crap. Which one is Chu Qingyun?" the Martial Soul Hall envoy said.
The people from the Martial Soul Hall only knew that the blood-colored sphere was in Chu Qingyun's possession, but they had never seen him, so they didn't know who he was.
As for the others, they were merely collateral—a small, unexpected bonus.
The Martial Soul Hall members didn't even care about Zhou Jianxiong and his group. They had only been using them to find Chu Qingyun all along.
"My lord, Chu Qingyun is right… Huh? Where'd he go!?"
Zhou Yongyang bowed and scraped as he pointed in Chu Qingyun's direction.
But when he turned to look, his expression instantly turned to one of sheer horror. Chu Qingyun was gone!
