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Chu Nan looked at the other person, and the other person also looked at Chu Nan.

"You're younger than I thought."

The Mirage Lord spoke, his voice not loud, but with a strange penetrating power, as if it came from the surrounding mist at the same time.

Chu Nan didn't waste any words. "I don't have time to reminisce with you. Release Xu Ran."

The owner of the Mirage Tower didn't move.

"My son said the same thing to you," he said. "Did you let it go?"

"Your son deserves to die."

Whether or not someone should die is not for you to decide.

The Mirage Lord sneered, "He is the young master of my Mirage. Killing him means making an enemy of the entire Mirage!"

"I killed Li Guanqi only to protect myself; I didn't intend to be an enemy of your Mirage. But if you insist on being my enemy, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Chu Nan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Hand over Xu Ran, and I might give you a way out."

The owner of the Mirage Tower laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; it was like a wisp of wind in the mist, dissipating in an instant.

"Young man, you probably don't understand the situation."

He raised his hand and waved it gently behind him.

The gray fog suddenly surged to both sides, revealing the outline of the large rock deep within the platform.

Xu Ran was tied to that rock, her hands and feet bound with chains formed of gray mist, fixed to the rock surface.

Her mouth wasn't gagged, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was covered in tear stains.

Upon seeing Chu Nan, she froze for a moment, then, as if seeing her only hope, she pouted and cried out, "Angel Daddy... Chu Nan, save me..."

The voice was thin and trembling, carrying the bewilderment and fear unique to children.

She had no idea why these people had kidnapped her, nor did she understand why she had woken up on such a cold and gloomy mountain platform.

Release them.

Chu Nan's voice turned cold, as if it had frozen.

"Release them?"

The Mirage Lord shook his head. "When you killed my son, did you ever think that one day you too would be subject to checks and balances?"

"I killed Li Guanqi because he used Xu Ran as a furnace."

Chu Nan gritted his teeth and said, "Your Mirage Tower presents itself as a reputable sect to the outside world, but you know exactly what kind of shady business you're involved in behind the scenes."

"When has the world ever been so clearly divided between good and evil?"

The owner of Mirage Tower stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Chu Nan. "Along the East China Sea coast, countless wealthy merchants are lining up to give money to Mirage Tower."

"On the surface, we are a prestigious family that protects this region; in secret, we are also their blade. And a blade never seeks good or evil, only sharpness!"

He spoke very naturally, his tone even carrying a hint of weariness.

"But you broke the knife I cherished most."

The Mirage Lord's eyes finally showed a slight change. "My son has extremely high talent. Given time, the Jade Bracelet can break through the Seven Illusions."

"By then, who in the entire East China Sea would dare to underestimate my Mirage? But you, you killed him like trash."

Chu Nan remained noncommittal, saying, "Using people as cauldrons and thinking you've done a good deed—it's an injustice if such people don't die."

"Justice?"

The Mirage Lord seemed to have heard something amusing, "For cultivators, strength is the only law of the world!"

"If your cultivation is insufficient, you won't be able to leave this back mountain today. Where will your justice lie then?"

Chu Nan didn't say anything more. He could tell that the old man had no intention of releasing the person.

Xu Ran was tied up here merely as bait to lure him into the trap.

Once you're in, you don't need to leave.

At least that's what the owner of the Mirage thinks.

"You insisted on bringing me to this godforsaken place, you must have a killer move planned, right? Or are you just not confident in your own abilities?"

"A reverse psychology tactic?"

The Mirage Lord sneered, "Indeed, I sent you here because my sect has set up a forbidden formation here, but you should consider yourself honored to die within it."

He finished speaking without giving Chu Nan any time to prepare.

The fog around the platform, which had been floating heavily, suddenly seemed to come alive, pressing inward from above, below, left, and right at the same time.

It's not as simple as flowing; to be precise... it's a surge!

The grayish-white fog was no longer fog; it was as if it had been compressed into a semi-liquid state by some force, covered with countless water droplets, each one gleaming with a grayish light.

Chu Nan felt an immense sense of oppression coming from all sides, as if he were being tightened by countless invisible steel wires at the same time.

The stone slabs beneath his feet began to tremble, and the water droplets in the air hitting his face caused a subtle, stinging sensation.

Chu Nan stomped his right foot on the ground, and his whole body sprang into the air.

Almost at the same time, a muffled "boom" came from where he had just been standing, and a bluestone slab was crushed to pieces by the gray mist.

Debris flew everywhere and was swallowed up by the mist before it even hit the ground.

He didn't jump very high, but he jumped extremely fast.

Using the Lotus Step for leverage, he forcefully bent his body at an angle in mid-air and landed on the west side of the platform.

Upon landing, a flash of golden light appeared beneath their feet and vanished in an instant.

A very low commotion arose among the gray-robed disciples at the edge of the platform.

Many of them didn't even see clearly how Nan moved.

All that could be seen was a blurry shadow popping out of the fog, and then its original spot was pulverized.

This speed and this reaction have completely exceeded their understanding of "martial artist".

"Where do you think you can run to?"

The voice of the Mirage Lord came from the mist.

Chu Nan could see it clearly: the Mirage Lord simply stood there, without even forming any hand seals, yet the surrounding gray mist had already formed the first wave of attack.

This old man no longer needs to form hand seals to control the fog; his divine sense is connected to the fog throughout the entire back mountain.

The fog moves with him, the formations move with him.

This sea of ​​fog is his true form.

"This is the fog formation of your Mirage, isn't it?"

Chu Nan straightened up and patted the corner of his clothes. "Maintaining such a large area must have taken a lot of strain on your spiritual energy."

"Killing you is enough."

The Mirage Lord stretched out his right palm, fingers spread, palm facing Chu Nan.

A tiny gray dot lit up in his palm, instantly expanding into a gray vortex the size of a human head in the blink of an eye.

The cyclone spun wildly, pulling the surrounding fog along with it, and the shrill sound was so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.

"go!"

The cyclone slipped from my grasp.

At first, it was only the size of a human head, but it kept expanding as it flew out, growing to three zhang, five zhang, ten zhang...

By the time it reached Chu Nan, it had transformed into a gray mist tornado more than two people tall, with rapidly spinning mist threads within its wind walls, sharper than a blade.

The tornado moved along the ground, and wherever it passed, the stone slabs were plowed as if they had been ploughed, with stones flying everywhere.

Chu Nan did not dodge.

Fog is made of water vapor, and no matter how much water vapor is compressed and rotated, it is still water in essence.

His Lotus True Qi was enough to evaporate this moisture.

The advantage of the fog array lies in its vastness and its instantaneous burst.

Well then... let's touch!

Chu Nan clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the Lotus True Qi within his body surged forth.

Golden true energy seeped out from all the pores of his body at the same time, like a very thin layer of flame adhering to the surface of his skin.

Then the flames expanded outwards, condensing into a semi-transparent golden bell—the Lotus Cover!