Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Zheng Xiu's forehead.
"Grandpa also said, if you regret it, don't look back."
Xiaozhao finished, mimicking the old man's tone, then added timidly.
Clearly, the Mighty Man's current expression frightened him.
Zheng Xiu fell silent.
Staring at the tightly shut door, Zheng Xiu blinked. The Dice Deceitful Object emerged from between his brows at his Will, spinning rapidly by his side as if it were alive.
[inspiration]!
[Scouting]!
Strange wisps of black energy flowed through the house. Under his Spiritual Vision, the moving black currents felt to Zheng Xiu like... wind.
"Stop skulking around!"
With a cold snort, Zheng Xiu shot out a fist like a bullet. His body lunged like a Fierce Tiger, and the wooden door instantly shattered.
BOOM!
Dust flew as a storm of black raven feathers billowed up from the floor!
Raven feathers!
The raven feathers, kicked up by the gale, swirled through the room, gathering into an eerie vortex.
