"Hmm?"
"What's going on?"
Leng Quan was just about to forcibly capture Jiang Qiao when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Jiang Qiao's body, which had already begun to float, had become impossibly heavy, as if it had changed from a speck of dust into a towering mountain.
No matter how hard he tried,
it did not move at all. He simply could not capture it.
"Heh!"
"You still have tricks up your sleeve?"
The Lianzhen Prefecture City God sneered, "Putting up a futile struggle. How ridiculous."
The Tianhe Prefecture City God also laughed wildly:
"You refused the toast only to drink the penalty wine. You brought this suffering upon yourself. Leng Quan, since he's resisting, use a little more force and let him understand that even Daoist disciples have to obediently lie down when they come here!"
Several City Gods chimed in one after another.
As they spoke,
they kept deliberately pointing out Jiang Qiao's identity as a "Daoist disciple."
Their mentality was bizarre.
Perhaps saying such things gave them a sense of superiority. So what if he's from the Daoist sect? In front of me, he still has to bite the dust! It was just like certain keyboard warriors online who always casually belittled people stronger than themselves.
As if that made them impressive.
"Fine!"
Leng Quan nodded with a smile.
Within the gloomy green-cloud vortex in the sky, the countless chains hanging down seemed to come alive. They clattered loudly as they flew rapidly toward Jiang Qiao and bound him.
As they sped forward,
a struggling vengeful soul appeared within every iron ring that made up the chains.
They were trapped inside.
They looked to be in excruciating pain.
Soon, the chains were packed with heads, densely covered in Vicious Ghosts. They twisted their bodies and