Witch Artifacts and Ransom

"You dare?"

The Witch Clan Martial Artist's rage surged to the heavens—literally.

He had originally worn a Golden Crown, but in his fury, the braids atop his head stood straight up, nearly knocking the crown loose.

Without another word, he reached out to snatch Yao Nuzan from Zhou You. Before he could touch his target, a massive black shadow suddenly dropped before his eyes.

The Bailuo Heavenly Net spread open into a great web and descended.

Outsiders could not see its mysteries, but the Witch Clan Martial Artist could feel that this great net was sealing off the surrounding space.

"At the very least, it was forged from the Golden Body Remnants of a Late Strong Martial expert."

As though scalded by a red-hot branding iron, the Witch Clan Martial Artist shot backward even faster than he had arrived, narrowly escaping the edge of the Bailuo Heavenly Net's coverage.

Zhou You flicked his sleeve and retrieved the Bailuo Heavenly Net after it missed.

Now that he had advanced to Strong Martial, he could use this item openly and aboveboard. Even if someone recognized it as a treasure of the Qi Family, they would not be tactless enough to question him. That was the change brought by status.

With one move, Zhou You had frightened off the Witch Clan Martial Artist. The martial artists around them were all shaken by his methods.

This was no longer merely the strength of someone who had just entered Strong Martial!

"Kid, that mask of yours is quite nice!"

Zhou You placed his fingers on the Wood-Stone Witch Mask and heard a shout of warning from not far away. "Don't!"

Rip—tearing off the mask proved far more difficult than he had imagined.

Yao Nuzan let out a heart-rending scream, both hands clutching his bloody, mangled