Jue Tian—also known as the Honored One—narrowed his eyes the moment he sensed the subtle changes around Ke Qinghong.

"You really think you can do anything to me?"

Arrogant as hell.

Jue Tian was not only acting insanely arrogant, he clearly didn't put Ke Qinghong in his eyes at all. That attitude of his made it seem like Ke Qinghong was nothing but a jumping clown to him, not worth fearing in the slightest.

Hearing Jue Tian's dismissive words ringing by his ear, Ke Qinghong's face under the mask instantly darkened: "Jue Tian, let me see just how much stronger you've gotten in these twenty years!"

As he spoke, Ke Qinghong suddenly flipped his hands, palms down toward the ground. The snow on the rooftop seemed to be tugged by some invisible force, leaping up into the air and slowly compressing into a snowball. The crucial part was that this snowball bizarrely hovered in midair, only two or three centimeters away from Ke Qinghong's palm!

"Swish!"

The next second, Ke Qinghong suddenly raised his hand. The snowball shot out like a shell from a rocket launcher, carrying an unstoppable force as it roared toward Jue Tian.

The snowball howled through the air like an iron ball, a shrill sonic boom ripping through the night.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Jue Tian's eyes. His body suddenly sprang up, and his right leg whipped out in midair!

"Bang!"

His kick smashed into the snowball, shattering it with brutal force. At the same time, a shadow of his leg seemed to flash across the air like a cleaver, whistling straight at Ke Qinghong.

"Swish!"

Right then, Ke Qinghong's figure blurred and slipped to the side. A dull thud rang out as snow on the rooftop was blasted up and swept away, like boulders hurled into the sky and storm waves crashing onto a cliff, rolling up a thousand layers of white.

The next moment, Ke Qinghong's body flickered like a ghost, and in a blink he was right in front of Jue Tian, both hands lashing out at lightning speed!

Facing Ke Qinghong's close-quarters assault, Jue Tian didn't retreat an inch. He met him head-on, body to body!

For a while, dull impacts and tearing wind sounds intertwined, echoing nonstop all around them. Their figures blurred like phantoms, flashing across the rooftop at blistering speed. The whole scene felt unreal.

In that instant, fists, palms, claws, and legs kept shifting and changing, their attacks growing more and more ferocious, like two mountains being lifted and smashed into each other over and over.

"Bang!"

A heavy impact suddenly exploded, and both men simultaneously staggered back several steps before finally regaining their footing.

Once they steadied themselves, neither moved in for another strike. Instead, they locked eyes, staring each other down, murderous intent flickering in their gazes.

The brief exchange had made one thing clear in both their hearts: they were evenly matched, six of one and half a dozen of the other. For now, neither could do anything to the other.

Of course, if it really came down to a fight to the death, no one could say how it would end.

After all, when true experts clash, one second's mistake, one wrong move decides victory and defeat.

"Jue Tian, what the fuck are you trying to do?" Ke Qinghong said coldly. "I'm not giving Ye Xunhuan a hard time anymore!"

"You know damn well whether you are or not." Jue Tian's tone was flat. "But as long as I'm here, you can forget about touching him."

"Jue Tian, are you really set on tearing our faces off completely?"

"If that's what you want, I don't mind," Jue Tian replied, fearless. "Whether it's you or me, once the King finds out, he won't let either of us live."

"And I've already been dragging out this half-life for twenty years, like some mole that never sees the sun. I've had enough. Maybe for me, dying now would actually be a release."

"You—"

"Ke Qinghong, I'm not an idiot, so don't treat me like one." Jue Tian cut him off directly. "Pissing me off does you no good at all."

Ke Qinghong took a deep breath. "Jue Tian, spit it out. What the hell do you want?"

"Shouldn't I be asking what you want?" Jue Tian said coldly. "You chased from Huaxia all the way to Russia. Don't tell me you're here sightseeing. And that your timing with Ye Xunhuan is just a coincidence."

"You could also call it an accident."

"Ke Qinghong, you can keep your mouth shut, but as long as I'm here, none of your schemes are going to work."

"Jue Tian, if I go back to Huaxia with you, will you still think I'm playing dirty tricks?"

"Hard to say."

"Jue Tian, you say I'm despicable, that I play dirty. Truth is, you're even more despicable than I am," Ke Qinghong snorted coldly. "You actually put a gu on me!"

That's right, Jue Tian had put a gu on him, Ke Qinghong.

But it wasn't some lethal bug, and it wouldn't do any harm to his body. It was a kind of gu that could lock onto and track his qi!

Of course, it wasn't that Jue Tian didn't want to use a gu that would kill Ke Qinghong. It was that he knew perfectly well he had no chance. If he used that kind of deadly gu, Ke Qinghong would sense it immediately.

"You're pretty sensitive, I'll give you that."

"It's not like I want to be this sensitive, but I felt it anyway," Ke Qinghong said coldly. "Jue Tian, get this gu off me. I swear I'll leave Russia, and while I'm in Russia I won't lay a finger on Ye Xunhuan!"

"Of course, if something happens to him, it's got nothing to do with me."

"I think it's better if you keep it. It's harmless enough, and it's not going to kill you."

"You—"

"If you've got the skills, why don't you try getting it off yourself?"

A whole stampede of 'fuck your mother' galloped through Ke Qinghong's head. If he could get it off himself, he wouldn't have come to Russia just to confirm this shit.

If it were a gu cast by someone else, Ke Qinghong might have had a way. But this one was from Jue Tian, and for the moment he had no clue how to deal with it.

After all, Jue Tian himself was from Miaojiang, and back then it was because of gu worms that people hunted him down, which in the end enraged the Evil Lord and led to Jue Tian being besieged and "killed."

Of course, Ke Qinghong was also puzzled. Wasn't Jue Tian supposed to be dead?

How was he still alive? What the hell really happened back then that no one knows about? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But now wasn't the time for Ke Qinghong to figure that out. Right now, all he wanted was for Jue Tian to remove the gu from his body.

Otherwise, whenever Jue Tian wanted to find him, he could do it anytime he pleased.

In other words, Ke Qinghong's every move was practically under Jue Tian's control.

How the hell was Ke Qinghong supposed to feel okay with that?

Forget Ke Qinghong—even anyone else in his shoes wouldn't be able to stand it.

"Jue Tian, don't push me!" Ke Qinghong's iron fist slowly clenched tight, the joints in his fingers cracking sharply in the cold night. At the same time, his eyes flushed slightly red, his whole person like a beast on the verge of tearing someone to pieces.