"There are so many killing formations here?"
"This wasn't a trap set by Chu Feng — these are formations native to the Sacred Spirit Light Formation. Where does this place lead?"
"There might even be hidden treasures here that we know nothing about."
At the thought of this, a cold smile curled at the corner of Linghu Lun's lips as he inwardly mused: "So Chu Feng wanted to lure me here and use the killing formations to eliminate me."
"How naive. I thought Chu Feng was a cunning sort, but it turns out he's this foolish."
"Though these formations are powerful, none can escape my sight. By luring me here, he's only handed me this mysterious place for free. The treasures here will belong to me, Linghu Lun — not to you, Chu Feng."
"Because two hours will soon be up. Once you lose the protection of the Fire Spirit Armor, you — a ninth-grade Heavenly Immortal — will be nothing more than an ant before me. I won't even need to lift a finger; a single spit from my mouth would be enough to drown you."
Wuwa— However, in the very next moment, Linghu Lun's expression changed drastically.
He had been following the flames, but now he suddenly found himself unable to move. And then… he felt all of his strength being drained away. He was like a man who had lost all his cultivation.
"What is this thing?!"
In a panic, Linghu Lun also noticed that he had been entangled by something strange.
It appeared to be a living creature, resembling a vine — but it was transparent and extremely stealthy. That was precisely why he hadn't detected it, and why it had managed to wrap itself around him.
Covering the surface of this vine-like creature were suckers similar to those of an octopus.
At this moment, the thing not only had him tightly bound, but the suckers had also pierced through his clothing and latched directly onto his skin.
It was the suction of this creature that was stripping him of his cultivation.
"Linghu Lun, I told you not to follow me."
Right at that moment, Chu Feng's voice suddenly rang out.
Lifting his gaze, Linghu Lun saw that Chu Feng was not far away. Chu Feng was no longer wreathed in those flames — not because the Fire Spirit Armor's power had faded, but because Chu Feng had voluntarily dispelled them.
Now, Chu Feng was walking toward him, one step at a time.
The smile on his lips made Linghu Lun feel profoundly uneasy.
"You… what are you going to do?" Linghu Lun shouted in alarm.
"Nothing much — just fulfilling my promise and taking your Light Rune Script," Chu Feng replied.
"You set this up deliberately. You lured me here on purpose. You had this whole thing planned from the start," Linghu Lun accused.
"What good does understanding all this do you now? Does it prove you're not foolish?"
"If you were truly clever, you wouldn't have followed me. Even you knew that the Fire Spirit Armor's flames wouldn't last long — so as its master, do you really think I wouldn't know that?" Chu Feng asked with a grin.
"You… you knew all along why I was following you, you bastard!!!"
Realizing the full extent of it, Linghu Lun roared in fury. He was absolutely livid.
All this time, from the very beginning, he had been played like a fool by Chu Feng. From the very start, he had walked right into Chu Feng's trap.
"In the world of martial cultivators, talent is tremendously important — but so is having a brain. The pity is, it seems you don't seem to have one."
As he spoke, Chu Feng extended his finger and pressed it against Linghu Lun's forehead.
Ugh—