Chu Feng couldn’t contain his anger. His heart was filled with grief and indignation.
Back then, Taowu had descended his dao body in the Netherworld and used his hand to cover the sky. He had killed Yellow Ox, old black, the Wudang Grandmaster, and a group of others. He had even crushed his parents in front of him and turned them into clouds of blood mist, he had killed all his relatives and friends.
This was a monstrous hatred, a bone-deep hatred!
Many years had passed and the old matters had been brought up again. The Tai Wu lineage didn’t take it to heart. Their words were full of ridicule and humiliation. How could Chu Feng not be angry and resentful? His blood immediately boiled with anger!
In the next two months, Chu Feng circulated his breathing technique with great effort. He was either immersed in a special sleep on the ancient dream path or using the robbery induction breathing technique to nourish his body.