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After all, that man was a rank two Exalted. Faced with someone of that level of cultivation, Chu Feng could die at any moment. At that moment, Chu Feng felt as if his life and death were in that man’s grasp. Because of that, he felt extremely displeased. “Chu Feng, oh Chu Feng, regardless of how much this old man detests you, I must admit that you’ve inherited your grandfather and father’s demon-level talent. Thus… you truly cannot be spared,” Finally, that man spoke. When he spoke, his voice was no longer that of a young man. Instead, it had turned into an incomparably aged old man’s voice. Chu Feng had heard that voice before. “So it was you,” Chu Feng came to a sudden realization. He finally understood who that Exalted, who Chu Zhiyuan’s trump card was. The member of the younger generation emitting the aura of an Exalted and standing before Chu Feng was merely a shell, a disguise. That man’s true identity was a Chu Heavenly Clan’s Supreme Elder, Chu Haoyan’s grandfather, Chu Puze.