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The four Great Grandmasters watched helplessly as he collected eight strands of hand beads, exchanging glances full of helplessness.
They had initially intended to reclaim the God Punishment Bureau, but with Chu Zhiyuan's actions, there was nothing they could do to stop him.
Without Chu Zhiyuan's flying knife assistance, they weren't even sure they could keep these eight Netherworld Secret Guards.
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, "With these auras as a lure, they will definitely come to us."
"...Yes," Shi Jingchuan sighed, "Princely Heir, this is too dangerous."
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "With all you gentlemen protecting me, what danger could there be?"
Shi Jingchuan smiled bitterly, "Princely Heir, we..."
"They are bound to come, gentlemen, are you just going to let them go?"
"Of course not," Mo Qi replied.
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "Exactly."
Once again, the four exchanged helpless glances.
