“Be careful! The wooden staff in Xu Changkong’s hand is not to be underestimated. There is the power of an Immortal artefact sealed within it,” Ye Ziming said in a hushed tone.

“You dare address me as Xu Changkong? Such impudence! Since you are going to continue with this stubbornness, I will utilize a soul-searching technique on you after I capture you. When that happens, you will not even get the chance to regret your actions!” Xu Changkong’s voice turned cold.

“If you have the ability to do that, would you fellows have locked me up? You would have long since killed me off!” Ye Ziming scoffed. The geomantic compass in his hand spun and the energy streams hovering above it swirled about as various characters flashed out. Next, the geomantic compass disappeared all of a sudden.

Suddenly, Xu Changkong did something peculiar. He rapidly ducked to the side. As Chen Feng was wondering what was happening, a flower of blood blossomed from Xu Changkong’s chest and it seemed as though Xu Changkong was on the verge of getting cleaved into two.

Sou!

The geomantic compass re-appeared on Ye Ziming’s palm. Spinning rapidly, it disappeared once more. This time, Xu Changkong ended up in an even worse state as one of the...