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Bang!
The sturdy pear wood window, shattered into pieces by Zhao Hongzhi's impact.
Even Fan Wudi, the old general who killed without batting an eye on the battlefield, couldn't help but briefly close his eyes.
He winced for Zhao Hongzhi's evident pain.
But Zhao Hongzhi by then could no longer feel the pain; a kick from the Demon Lord had sent him soaring into the sky, directly out of Yanhuang City.
Yes, flying.
Then he crashed hard dozens of miles outside the city, half of his soul dissipated from the impact.
It was only because the Demon Lord had promised Chu Mo he didn't want to kill him, otherwise just that one kick would have been enough for him to die several times over.
However, at that moment, Zhao Hongzhi was left with barely a breath in him.
It's unknown how long it took for Zhao Hongzhi to finally come to, with innumerable broken bones throughout his body.
The slightest movement brought excruciating pain.
Enduring the agony, he first coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, mixed with broken teeth.
A large portion of it had already been swallowed down his throat.
Shivering, Zhao Hongzhi took out a few elixirs from his body and swallowed them, slightly regaining some primordial energy.
Then little by little, trembling, he started to set the broken bones in his body.
The fear in his eyes, which hadn't dissipated and had grown even more intense than before.
"How can there be such a terrifyingly powerful being in this world?"
Zhao Hongzhi was completely terrified, to the point he couldn't even entertain the thought of revenge.
The other's strength had completely exceeded his understanding.
Even the sect leader of Longevity Heaven, including those elders who had lived for a century or two, probably didn't possess this ability.
Looking in the direction of Yanhuang City, Zhao Hongzhi's mouth twitched violently, and it took a long while for his heart to calm down a bit.
Relying on the powerful elixirs from Longevity Heaven and Zhao Hongzhi's own robust constitution,
after resting for a while longer, he struggled to his feet and staggered into the distance.
He simply didn't dare stay here any longer, with only one thought in his mind: to get as far away as possible from this terrible place, away from that dreadful person!
Beyond that, he wanted nothing else.
Yanhuang City.
Fan Residence.
In the room of old General Fan Wudi.
The old man finally regained his freedom and immediately gave Demon Lord a fist-wrap greeting, "Although big favors are not to be thanked, I still owe you a great debt for saving my life!"
The Demon Lord glanced indifferently at Fan Wudi, "I didn't do it for you... if you want to thank someone, thank your own grandson."
"Grandpa!" A cry of grief arose from the rooftop.
Following that, with a bang, Chu Mo leaped down from the rooftop, rushing into the old man's room, and immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, unfilial grandson has caused you trouble again and almost implicated you... Sorry, I was wrong!"
Looking at his grandson who appeared so suddenly in front of him, Fan Wudi was slightly taken aback.
But seeing his grandson unhurt, he cared not for the surprise in his heart and immediately went forward, pulling Chu Mo up while his eyes reddened, "Good boy, what fault do you have? It is grandpa who made a mistake, I shouldn't have saved that ungrateful beast!"
"One day, I will personally take off his dog's head!" Chu Mo said.
"Good boy, quickly tell grandpa what exactly happened?" The old man held Chu Mo's hand, unwilling to let go for even a second, carefully examining to see if his grandson was injured or had lost weight.
Chu Mo did not immediately answer the old man. Instead, he turned his head and gave the Demon Lord a slight smile, saying, "Thank you!"
This 'thank you' unexpectedly made the Demon Lord feel flattered, as this was the first time this brat had expressed gratitude to him.
But soon afterward, the Demon Lord felt he was being too sentimental to be moved by this brat's single word of appreciation.
Keeping his face straight and expressionless, he said, "I promised you."
Fan Wudi's gaze swept back and forth between the Demon Lord and his grandson, very puzzled, not understanding the relationship between Chu Mo and the terrifying young man in black.
But the old master knew very well that this young man in black was definitely an extraordinary powerhouse.
The ruckus that happened here tonight, and even when that ungrateful beast Zhao Hongzhi was finally kicked flying out by this person!
It had not, even slightly, triggered a reaction from his own residence's battle-hardened guards.
This was enough to illustrate that the young man in black's power completely surpassed his own comprehension!
If such a strong person could become his grandson's mentor...
The old master was straightforward and already planning for his grandson's future, whereas others might have needed a moment to recover from shock after their recent close call.
But just then, a phrase from Chu Mo almost made the old master's heart flutter in confusion.
"Don't worry, I promised to take you as my teacher, and I will keep my word!"
The Demon Lord tugged at the corner of his mouth, found himself a chair to sit down, and said a little impatiently, "If you have something to say to your grandfather, get it over with quickly. Once you're done, we leave!"
Fan Wudi was about to speak but then heard Chu Mo say, "Don't rush, grandpa. Let me explain everything to you slowly!"
One was urging quickly, and the other wanted to speak slowly.
The old master twitched his lips slightly, speechless.
Because he realized that his grandson was not very polite to this terrifying man in black!
Yet however he looked at it, his grandson didn't seem to have come off worse for it.
This made the old master even more curious.
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