How could Fan Xiuwen not feel furious? These people wanted to refine his dead subordinate's weapon after all! However, as the loser, he had no say in this. If he had been defeated by those from the Noble Path, he could still mock them. However, this was the Evil Sky Pavilion. Even if Mingshi Yin ripped out Chen Zhonghe's tendons and bones, there was nothing he could say about it. He could only glare at these people helplessly. He tried to circulate his Primal Qi again, but he discovered his dantian was still empty.
Fan Xiuwen was a knowledgeable man. He had traveled far and wide and had seen all kinds of cultivation methods and techniques from different sects. However, this was his first time encountering the Binding Cage Technique. The more unfamiliar he was with something, the more difficult it would be for him to defend against it.
Lu Zhou sat with his back straight on his throne as he looked at the knife. Finally, he said emotionlessly, "Bring it to me."
