"Kill you?"
Meng Lai looked playfully at Blood Charm Aunt, who was bound by the Soul Binding Rope. There was also a hint of amusement in his words. "But I'm not going to make it that easy for you. Come back obediently with me to Tianyi Hall and suffer the punishment of having thousands upon thousands of thunderbolts strike your body—begging for life but unable to live, begging for death but unable to die."
With that, Meng Lai swept his great sleeve, and Blood Charm Aunt, still bound by the Soul Binding Rope, transformed into a streak of light and flew into his broad sleeve. He also recalled the Alchemical Puppet.
Meng Lai was delighted. This time, he had once again made a considerable contribution to Tianyi Hall.
This wicked woman bound by the Soul Binding Rope had already reached the Eleventh-Rank Source Emperor realm. He feared that even many Tianyi Pavilions guarded by Source Emperors would have been helpless against her. He had captured her with the body of a Seventh-Rank Source Emperor. Once he returned to Tianyi Hall, he would certainly have plenty to boast about before his fellow disciples and master.
Although he had been able to capture her with Li Zhōujūn's help and by relying on various magical treasures, he had still contributed no small amount of effort. Adding a little embellishment and boasting would be perfectly fine. When he bragged before his fellow disciples, he would naturally mention Li Zhōujūn as well. After all, without Li Zhōujūn, this wicked woman whose cultivation had suddenly reached the Eleventh-Rank Source Emperor realm might well have escaped. But as for using magical treasures, he definitely would not say much about that.
Seeing the joy written all over Meng Lai's face, Li Zhōujūn could not help finding it amusing.