Chapter 922: The Hidden Hand

"You're dealing with..."

Old Wei looked at the giant cloaked shadow behind Feng Yuan with some surprise. Without expression, Feng Yuan said,

"This thing must be here for me, tsk! They're going mad over me without even acknowledging them?"

A black sickle appeared in his hand. If Qi Chen were here, he would recognize it as the one Feng Yuan frequently used initially. Glancing at Xiao Ji, Old Wei asked in a low voice,

"But what about it if you do this?"

"It's okay, just teaching them a lesson!"

With a fierce roar, Feng Yuan swung the sickle forcefully, and a series of crimson chains burst from the circular platform beneath him towards the other six platforms. Taking out an ancient lantern, Feng Yuan revealed a cold smile and said,

"It seems that the secret trap I left earlier really came in handy."

A metallic clock face floated in front of Feng Yuan, and with a fierce grin, Feng Yuan said,

"Take care of Xiao Ji for me, I'll be right back."