"Are you sure?"
Mu Lie looked at Mu Jiuliu.
Mu Jiuliu nodded repeatedly. "I'm sure. The nine of us verified it back and forth through various methods."
"Good, very good."
Mu Lie said "good" twice in a row.
Mu Futu, standing nearby, said coldly, "Since this brat refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit, capture him and search his soul directly."
As soon as those words fell, Chen Wen could not help drawing a deep breath.
Mu Lie, on the other hand, said nothing more.
In his view, he had already given Chen Wen more than enough chances. Someone simply did not know how to cherish them.
Now that they had confirmed there were no formations or anything of the sort, there was no need for them to hold back any longer.
Just as Mu Futu had said, a soul search was the simplest and most direct approach.
He refused to believe that nine Spirit Veins and one Mysterious Vein could truly vanish into thin air.
As for them being absorbed, that was even more impossible.
At the very least, it was absolutely impossible with Chen Wen's Cultivation Level.
"Brat, die for me!"
Mu Futu suddenly stepped forward, then fiercely reached out to grab Chen Wen.
His hand was wrapped in heaven-shaking Imperial Dao Law, with countless strands of Blood Lightning roaring in his palm.
Layer upon layer of space was instantly torn apart by him, while vast swathes of airflow were blasted into ash.
It was here.
The disciples watching the scene unconsciously drew sharp breaths.
In their eyes, Chen Wen had no chance of surviving under such circumstances.
Zhao Wu, standing amid the crowd, involuntarily turned pale.
At this moment, he could not think of any way Chen Wen could withstand Mu Futu's strike.
If Chen Wen