When Zhao Chong's figure appeared in front of him, Chen Hao was stunned!

The bone-chilling Yin Qi emanating from Zhao Chong filled the entire room, making Chen Hao feel as if he were about to suffocate.

Zhao Chong turned around and looked at Chen Hao. Suddenly, his face showed surprise; he remembered a swordsman clad in white, exceptionally cold and ruthless. Shaken, Zhao Chong composed himself and asked emotionlessly, "I didn't think you'd become so young! Are you the Onmyoji who killed King Ning?"

It was a long while before Chen Hao came to his senses, his face clouded with confusion, feeling as though the handsome and noble-looking man in front of him seemed familiar.

"Oh!" After a long moment, Chen Hao's mouth fell open in astonishment. He remembered the first time he descended to the Netherworld, standing atop the city walls at the gate, using his Nether Vision to peer through the layers of purple mist down at Netherworld City; the officer who seemed to have noticed him and looked back. "It's you!"

With that, Chen Hao approached Zhao Chong, his gaze full of amazement as he scrutinized him.

Almost no different from their first meeting, Zhao Chong was still dressed in luxurious clothing, only this time it was purple. At his waist, Chen Hao saw that folding fan.

Seeing Chen Hao filled with curiosity and not the slightest bit of tension, Zhao Chong was somewhat at a loss. He had thought Chen Hao would be afraid; or perhaps very angry, yet the situation turned out to be something he had not anticipated. Yet, thinking of the cold man in white, he felt that it wasn't unexpected at all.

Suddenly, the Yin Qi swirling around Zhao Chong intensified. He moved instantly in front of Chen Hao, grasping his neck and sighed, "I think it must have been you who killed King Ning!"

Chen Hao glared at Zhao Chong with wide eyes and asked, "Have you come to take revenge for him?"

Zhao Chong's pupils shrank suddenly, realizing why King Ning had died at Chen Hao's hands from Chen Hao's lack of fear.

Only someone of a certain strength would be so fearless, Zhao Chong thought.

"I've seen you!" Chen Hao's voice was cold and laced with murderous intent, "But I don't know who you are!"

"I've seen you too! And many times at that." Zhao Chong said, "Several months ago, the one standing atop the walls of the Netherworld gate and watching me, that was you, wasn't it?"

Chen Hao's expression turned a shade darker. He had always thought Zhao Chong had not seen him. He didn't understand, how had Zhao Chong noticed him?

As if reading Chen Hao's thoughts, Zhao Chong sneered and explained, "In this world, as long as there are eyes watching me, no matter how well they hide, I will find out."

Chen Hao snorted in disdain. Even though Zhao Chong's grip was making it hard for him to breathe, the stubbornness in his bones and the subconscious voice in his head told him not to show weakness before this man.

Moreover, after three months of continuous battles with ghosts and demons, he had grown accustomed to this brink-of-death feeling. Far from being a source of pain, it actually excited him, making him long for a new surge of power.

"You still haven't told me, are you here to take revenge for King Ning?" Chen Hao said through gritted teeth and furious eyes.

Zhao Chong shook his head, his eyes squinted and filled with thoughts. He said coldly, "I'm not here to avenge anyone, I'm here to kill you!"

"Isn't that the same thing?" Chen Hao said with contemptuous laughter.

That said, a black-purple light suddenly flickered in Chen Hao's eyes!

When Zhao Chong saw this light, his emotionless face suddenly filled with shock, trembling slightly.

It wasn't until a purple flame burst from Chen Hao's left eye that Zhao Chong reacted.

His eyes widened!

In an instant, the purple flame in front of him was shattered by a force Zhao Chong released from within his body, turning into countless tiny particles that flickered with purple light and fell to the ground.

Chen Hao was hugely surprised; he knew that the man in front of him had Yin Qi Spiritual Power far surpassing his own.

"What's with your left eye?" Zhao Chong, lifting Chen Hao by the neck, became a bit discourteous and impatient, a departure from his usual elegance. The light flickering in Chen Hao's left eye and the flame it had spat out were all too familiar and deeply missed by him.

At this moment, Zhao Chong's mind was filled with the image of Ye Yuqiao.

An invisible force emanating from Zhao Chong rendered Chen Hao unable to move.

Chen Hao's face turned red, his eyes rolled back, and he struggled to make groaning "uh uh" sounds while convulsing.

The power in Zhao Chong's palm grew heavier.

Eventually, just before completely running out of breath, Chen Hao's left eye shot out a fierce burst of purple flames.

Zhao Chong slightly shifted his body to avoid the purple flames lunging at him. At this moment, his movements, following the increasing agitation of his emotions, became rough and slow.

Long after Chen Hao had stopped breathing, Zhao Chong finally released his grip from Chen Hao's neck. Lying on the ground, Chen Hao's left eye continued to spew purple flames nonstop.

Zhao Chong's breathing became heavy, his face extremely tense, as he watched Chen Hao intently, fearing that he might miss any detail of what was about to happen.

If Chen Hao were to come back to life, it would prove everything Zhao Chong thought: The enchantment on Chen Hao's left eye was given to him by the Fourth Generation Underworld King, Yuqiao!

Under Zhao Chong's gaze, the sound of breathing came from Chen Hao once more!

Though the breaths were extremely weak, they sounded like roaring winds in Zhao Chong's ears. Suddenly, he felt dismayed, his face turning ashen white. In an instant, he understood many things!

The person who defeated King Ning, bearing Chen Hao's face, in Zhao Chong's view, was no coincidence.

"Where did she go?" Zhao Chong asked quivering, his eyes seemingly filled with tears.

Regaining consciousness, Chen Hao sat up, took a few deep breaths, and then asked, "Who is she?"

"Yuqiao!"

"Ye Yuqiao?" Hearing Zhao Chong call out the name Ye Yuqiao made Chen Hao's heart tremble.

Chen Hao thought, if Zhao Chong knows Ye Yuqiao, wouldn't that put her in great danger?

"Her surname is Ye!" said Zhao Chong despondently. While speaking, he closed his eyes, his teeth grinding loudly. He realized another thing, something that had been a mere speculation seconds before, but was now painfully confirmed, piercing his heart.

The man in the brain of Zhao Chong, dressed in white and extremely cold, also shared the surname Ye.

"Who are you talking about?" Chen Hao deliberately feigned ignorance, praying in his heart that Ye Yuqiao would not appear.

"The person who gave you the Nether King's Heart!" Zhao Chong suddenly turned and roared at Chen Hao, his voice filled with anger. "I know everything!"

Chen Hao's face darkened. At that moment, he suddenly thought of the note on the table, then scrambled over to grab and read it.

"No!" Chen Hao suddenly screamed, his face ashen.

Zhao Chong, standing beside him, bent down and snatched the note from Chen Hao's hand.

After reading it, Zhao Chong trembled all over, as agitated as Chen Hao was.

"I have a way to bring her back!" Zhao Chong said after a long silence.

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