The two-horned demon spirit let out a series of shrill cries as more and more Demon-Subduing Silverforce coiled around it. In the blink of an eye, it had been bound into a gigantic brown cocoon.
Pfft! The Demonblood Soul Garment and the demon spirit separated. After a brief struggle, all that remained trapped inside the garment was part of True Person Mengshan's divine sense. Before long, that fragment of divine sense was completely obliterated under the suppression, while the demon spirit continued to twist and struggle inside its enormous silver cocoon.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes flickered. He reached out and collected the Demonblood Soul Garment, now freed of its divine sense, into his possession. The fact that it could unleash such power with nothing more than a divine sense attached to it meant this item was probably extraordinary.
At the very moment Lu Xiaotian erased the divine sense inside the Demonblood Soul Garment, a burly, middle-aged man with graying hair and a face full of coarse flesh spat out a mouthful of blood inside a scenic mountain cave abode, ten thousand li from the imperial capital of Xiangdu. "The Demonblood Soul Garment! My Demonblood Soul Garment! Damn you, silver-haired brat! I'll come for you myself. And Xiang Nanming—after making me suffer such a grievous loss, if he doesn't compensate me, no, if he doesn't help me take back the Demonblood Soul Garment, he and I are through!"
This gray-haired cultivator, whose heroic features made him look like a middle-aged man, was none other than True Person Mengshan.
Meanwhile, Xiang Nanming, who was now at Lu Xiaotian's mercy, was in no better shape than Mengshan. The demon spirit had been completely imprisoned by the Silverforce Demon-Subduing Ring. Lu Xiaotian even withdrew the Seven-Level Pagoda. Then he turned and flicked a finger. A