In the chaotic underwater cavern, a Qimen weapon shaped like a short spear cruelly nailed Chen Fei's left arm to the wall. He was rendered immobile as blood streamed down from the wound. Yet, he seemed to feel no pain. His face was just a mask of dark, suppressed rage and killing intent. It was clear that since his debut, this was the first time he had suffered such an unexpected event—the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
"Hah..."
Chen Fei took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and murderous intent in his heart as he looked grimly toward the cavern's entrance. No matter who was behind this, he would not let them off easily.
A thick blaze of light suddenly enveloped him, crackling as it vibrated. He strained, attempting to force the Qimen weapon out of his shoulder blade. His hands were useless, and it was clear the old man had left a trick in the weapon, making it impossibly heavy.
"Damn it..."
