"You're Ghost-faced Monkeys!"
The two men's eyes darkened, a flicker of killing intent passing between their brows.
One of them said impatiently, "Don't listen to these yellow-mouthed brats spouting nonsense. If they truly had any status, they wouldn't have been sent to Beihai Cangzhou to handle such trivial tasks."
"That's true."
The two picked up the chains in their hands.
With a clatter, Dai Jun's eyes widened.
"It's the Soul-locking Soul-snatching Chain. How do you have such a thing? This is clearly the weapon of the Ghost-faced Monkey clan!"
"Looks like you're quite knowledgeable." The cultivator holding the chain changed direction, abandoning Lin Qi and walking toward Dai Jun with a sinister smile. "Then I definitely can't let you live much longer."
Lin Qi suddenly shouted, "You're Ghost-faced Monkeys!"
The two jailers' bodies abruptly stiffened.
The next moment, dense killing intent erupted from them, nearly solid enough to pierce through all three women.
"You dared to trick us!"
"You're courting death!"
Lin Qi's breath caught.
She had only tossed out a casual guess, never expecting to hit upon the truth.
Knowing that the three of them had reached a life-or-death juncture, Dai Jun pulled the hairpin from her head and tossed it into the air.
The hairpin immediately transformed into the shape of a sword, slicing through the bubble prison.
As Dai Jun formed hand seals to control it, three flashes of cold light flickered, and Lin Qi and the others instantly regained their freedom.
Lin Qi suddenly reminded her, "We're no match for them. There are other people in the prison."
These two jailers were both Golden Immortal cultivators. If the three of them fought head-on, even if they won by some stroke of luck, they would never escape the dungeon.
But Lin Qi had observed the place when