Li Qingming wasn't worried at all about Huang Xiaolong escaping. Although the young man in front of him wasn’t weak, before a Tenth Order God Realm master like him, that meager strength was inadequate in his eyes.

A big smile flashed across Huang Xiaolong’s calm face, “Are you so sure you can kill me?”

Li Qingming had a faint scathing smile on his face as he shook his head, “Although I still can’t figure out how you managed to escape from that Hailstone Treasure space back then, this time I’ve locked the surrounding space with a God Restricting Golden Silkthread Rope, there’s no way in hell you can escape!” At the end of his words, Li Qingming waved his hands, as if to prove his words, and golden lights glimmered, revealing long golden lines of silkthread enveloping the space around them like a large steel cage.

“This God Restricting Golden Silkthread Rope is an ancient treasure I stumbled upon by accident. There’s an ancient divine formation called God...