When the old man spat out these three words, He Yiming immediately knew that his whereabouts had been discovered by the old man.
His heart was incomparably gloomy because he simply did not understand how the other party had seen through his whereabouts.
What he performed at the moment was not as simple as the Camouflage Technique. Outside him, there was also an illusory power that was formed by the combination of the powers of clouds and mists and the Camouflage Technique.
Back then, Xu Zili could not see through the powers of clouds and mists in the Wind and Mists Secret Technique, so He Yiming was very confident that unless one was a Venerable One with the Clouds and Mists Innate Skill, one would not be able to see through his Illusory Technique.
He Yiming had the guts to come here because he possessed the Illusory Technique and the Burrowing Technique, which were formed by the combination of the powers of clouds and mists and the Camouflage Technique.
However, what he didn't expect was that the other party had already discovered his existence at the second glance. This result made him feel extremely terrified and dejected at the same time.
'Does this Venerable One have the Clouds and Mists Innate Skill? If that's the case, I'm too unlucky.'
Nevertheless, since the elder had called out his name, He Yiming would not continue to stand on the spot like a fool. He shook his body, causing the space in front of him to twist. Following that, he dashed toward the door at the speed of light.
At this moment, Ou Yangming had increased his speed to the maximum. However, just as he was about to rush out of the room, his advancing body suddenly stopped. Following that, he exerted force in his legs and quickly retreated.
The moment He Yiming began to move, the elder moved at the same time. He was unbelievably fast as well, such that he blocked the door before He Yiming could.
Tightly clinging to the wall behind him, He Yiming faintly complained in his heart.
He had tried before he came, and the tower was incredibly magical. Even if he attacked it with all his might, he could not break it.
Being watched covetously by the elder, the only way he could escape was through the narrow door. That said, He Yiming's heart sank when he saw the elder's gloomy face.
"What a powerful camouflage." The old man's voice was steady and powerful. "If I didn't know the environment like the back of his hand, you really would have slipped through."
He Yiming was slightly taken aback. His heart grew increasingly gloomy. Only now did he understand that it wasn't that his illusionary technique had failed, but that the other party was too familiar with this place. He was so familiar that he remembered everything that was placed in every corner.
As such, no matter what he did with the Cloud Power and Camouflage Technique, he would not be able to deceive the other party.
Sighing softly, He Yiming cursed his bad luck in his heart. However, his eyes scanned the surroundings as if looking for a way out.
The old man snorted and said, "You don't have to look anymore. You have nowhere to go except for the door behind I."
He Yiming retracted his gaze and changed his tone. With a slightly hoarse voice, he asked, "How should I address you?"
The old man smiled proudly and said, "I's name is Zhuo Chengfeng."
He Yiming narrowed his eyes and said, "So you're Zhuo Chengfeng. I didn't expect you to live in seclusion here for so many years. You're really patient."
As he spoke, he muttered in his heart, 'Where did this Zhuo Chengfeng come from? From the looks of it, he seems to have a great background.'
Zhuo Chengfeng glanced coldly at He Yiming and said, "I's seclusion naturally means that I want to improve. Since you've heard of I's name, you should obediently allow yourself to be captured. "
He Yiming shook his head. He half-squatted and narrowed his eyes. His entire body exuded a violent aura like that of an injured beast.
Zhuo Chengfeng frowned when he sensed the aura.
He coldly snorted and suddenly said, "Do you really want to fight this old man?"
He Yiming was moved, and he asked, "Senior Zhuo, are you willing to let me go?"
"Yes, I can let you go, but you must give I an explanation," Zhuo Chengfeng said slowly.
He Yiming was surprised, and his aura could not help but weaken a little.
Given Zhuo Chengfeng's identity as a Venerable One, since he made a promise, it was indeed somewhat credible.
He hesitated for a while and asked in a deep voice, "What explanation do you want?"
Zhuo Chengfeng looked deeply at him and asked word by word, "How did you hide from I and enter this place?"
He Yiming was instantly relieved. 'No wonder this old man didn't make a move even after talking to me for so long. It turns out that the old man has such concerns.'
Since He Yiming could enter this place without being noticed once, there would be a second or even a third time.
Even if he did not lack anything this time, it would be hard to say in the future. Moreover, the place next door was where the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon was stored. No matter from which perspective, Zhuo Chengfeng had to know how He Yiming came in.
He Yiming smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you."
Zhuo Chengfeng was expressionless as if he had a hunch about this.
He slowly stretched out his hand. When he stretched out his hand, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified. Although there was a distance between them, He Yiming could still feel the enormous pressure coming from all around him. Even his body seemed to be firmly imprisoned.
He Yiming was extremely shocked. Although he had fought with a few Honourable Masters at the Heavenly Lake, even Li Mingxuan only wanted to teach him a lesson when she faced him. She would not go all out.
However, at this moment, Zhuo Chengfeng had already used his full strength. Under the pressure of his True Qi, that kind of imprisoning power was like a mountain pressing down.
This was the true strength of a Venerable One. It was an overwhelming power.
When He Yiming was facing Jin Zhanzheng's imprisoning power, he could still fight with all his might. He could use his metal-mastery's powerful and sharp power to break a bloody path and completely disperse the imprisoning power.
Having said that, after coming into contact with Zhuo Chengfeng's imprisoning power, He Yiming no longer had that thought.
Unless he had a glaive, he would not court death by going head-on against Jin Zhanzheng.
With a flip of his wrist, a cross sword appeared in his hand. The moment the eerie weapon appeared, He Yiming clearly saw that Zhuo Chengfeng's eyes seemed to have shrunk for a moment, then he looked furious. Following this change, even the imprisoning power around him changed slightly.
He Yiming did not understand why Jin Zhanzheng suddenly lost his composure, but this was undoubtedly a great opportunity.
The cross sword in his hand suddenly shook and danced in the air, forming 3 brilliant black sword flowers.
The 3 sword flowers stabbed out as if they were substantial, and they just happened to hit the 3 connecting points in the surrounding space.
Zhuo Chengfeng's face changed slightly, and there was even a hint of surprise in his eyes.
The person in front of him was clearly not a Venerable One, but his 3 swords all hit the weakest points in the surrounding confinement points.
A thought suddenly flashed across Zhuo Chengfeng's mind. 'This person's cultivation base has probably reached a tripartite balance.'
Zhuo Chengfeng scoffed coldly and tightened his wrist. The imprisoning power that was grabbing from afar instantly tightened toward the center.
It was like fishing in the sea. When the fishing net was closed, the seawater would slip away through the holes in the fishing net, leaving only the fish in the net.
Since there was a change in the power of imprisonment, He Yiming's three sword strikes immediately became useless. Apart from the three sword flowers colliding with the power of imprisonment and exploding into intense sparks, there was no other effect.
Zhuo Chengfeng did not seem to have any expression on his face, but his eyes were locked on the person.
He was not worried that the person could escape from him, but he knew a fearsome rule of the Netherworld Sect. If he could not capture the person alive and force him to tell him how he sneaked in, the loss would outweigh the gain even if he cut the person into pieces.
Nevertheless, just as the person seemed to be completely trapped by the imprisoning power, Zhuo Chengfeng suddenly had an ominous feeling.
He Yiming's body swayed slightly like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind.
Subsequently, he turned into a gust of wind and flowed out through the gap in the fishing net.
Zhuo Chengfeng was slightly moved. His claw power seemed simple, but he had already done his best and used 10% of his power. Who knew, the person's body technique was so strange, and the person's comprehension of the wind power had reached an extreme, such that Zhuo Chengfeng missed him.
Zhuo Chengfeng's eyes flashed again, and he reached out with both hands at the same time. Nevertheless, just as he was about to grab the person, his face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with endless fury.
Once He Yiming broke free from his imprisoning power, he immediately flew to the side of a bookshelf. Without even looking at it, he picked up a wooden box from the bookshelf and swung it slightly, causing it to fly toward Zhuo Chengfeng like a fiery wheel.
Every book here was the most precious treasure. Zhuo Chengfeng was in charge of guarding the arsenal, so if these books were destroyed, it would be a fatal blow to his reputation.
He Yiming pushed the wooden boxes gently with both hands. Although He Yiming threw the wooden boxes at him like raindrops, the wooden boxes were easily pushed to a corner of the room by Zhuo Chengfeng's hands. Even the hidden force that He Yiming exerted on the wooden boxes was easily removed by him.
Even He Yiming had to admit defeat when faced with such a powerful control ability.
However, there were too many wooden boxes in the room, and the angle at which He Yiming threw them was very tricky. Every wooden box contained powerful vital energy. As long as Zhuo Chengfeng missed one of them, it was guaranteed that the wooden box would be smashed to pieces, and the fate of the books inside would be imaginable.
A moment later, Zhuo Chengfeng was forced to move. His figure darted out at lightning speed, and he gently pushed a few wooden boxes to the corner of the room.
However, at this moment, He Yiming had already dashed out of the room.
Zhuo Chengfeng's eyes flickered coldly. He seemed to have been prepared for this. He turned around and grabbed at He Yiming in the air. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
