As this thought surfaced, Zhao Feng met Shen Bai's cold, murderous gaze.
That look made Zhao Feng tremble from head to toe. He knew what awaited him was a living hell, a future filled with countless torments.
'If someone tried to assassinate me and I caught them... I'd do the same,' he thought. 'I'd subject them to the cruelest tortures and wouldn't stop until their very Divine Soul was obliterated.'
And the one he ambushed was Shen Bai, a man rumored throughout the Jianghu to be utterly vengeful.
He now wanted nothing more than to end his life, but the poison coursing through his veins had him completely immobilized. Suicide was simply not an option.
The wind was cold, raising goosebumps on Zhao Feng's skin.
But he felt his heart was even colder.
With just a few teleports, Shen Bai arrived back at the place where they started.
By now, Wang Teng, Ma Yuan, and the others had already finished wrapping things up and were awaiting Shen Bai's return.
