Zhou Chuan watched the two figures standing in the rain, a look of unprecedented caution in his eyes.
"Gong Family people? And they still possess Ninth Tier Wind Power?" Zhang Chen's eyes showed a hint of curiosity.
Ninth Tier Power can already rival the Yang God!
Especially since one of them wields Yifeng that can blow away people's souls, and the other holds Yifeng that can confuse the mind. This kind of power seemingly restrains Yang God and Martial Dao Will.
"The wounds on my body were left by that old man in a black robe; this old fellow almost dug out my heart and liver." Zhou Chuan slowly slung his pack onto his back, then rose from the pavilion.
"Zhou Chuan, you can't escape; better surrender obediently and come with me to the Gong Family to confess." The white-robed elder's voice contained a peculiar force, not very loud but capable of penetrating the rain, reaching the ears of the two people upstairs.
