Han Li was currently holding a small palm-sized cauldron that was several inches tall and flashing with dazzling purple light.

"That's the Purple Word Cauldron! Doesn't that thing belong to Xue Guang? How did it end up in your hands? You're delusional if you think a mere Profound Heavenly Treasure replica can withstand an attack from my Black Devil Dagger!" The black-robed young man was initially rather taken aback by the sight of the purple cauldron, but a cold expression then immediately appeared on his face._[1]

As soon as his voice trailed off, countless black threads appeared around Han Li again, then converged toward him from all sides.

Han Li's expression darkened slightly upon seeing this, and he tossed the small purple cauldron upward, then made a hand seal before pointing up at it while uttering the word "restrict".

An azure pillar of light erupted from his fingertip before injecting itself into the small cauldron as pure spiritual power.

Dazzling light immediately...