In the Confinement Room, Zhang Yang released the restrictions on the three men and let them out. Once Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo felt their Soul Power begin circulating again, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Only Xuan Zi still felt a searing pain in his face, leaving him thoroughly displeased.
"Hmph!"
Xuan Zi snorted coldly, unwilling to spare these people another glance. He turned to leave with Mu En.
However, just as the three of them took their first steps, intending to leave this damned place where they had lost all face—
"Wait."
Zhang Yang's voice suddenly rang out behind them as he reached his right hand toward a corner of the Confinement Room.
"Whoosh—"
A gentle stream of Soul Power surged forth, wrapping around the objects scattered across the floor and slowly lifting them into the air.
It was a pile of teeth.
Under Zhang Yang's control, the dozen or so teeth floated like a peculiar "gift" toward Xuan Zi, hovering above his palm.
"You're leaving in such a hurry. How could you forget to take your own things?"
"This is the Confinement Room, not a dump."
"You—!!!!"
Looking at those broken teeth floating before him, then hearing Zhang Yang's words, Xuan Zi felt blood rush straight to his head. He trembled with rage.
This was going too far!
"You little bastard! I'll kill you!"
For that instant, Xuan Zi nearly lost all reason. Soul Power erupted from within him, and the terrifying phantom of the Godly Taotie Bull flickered behind his back. He raised his hand, about to strike Zhang Yang.
However.
Just as he was about to make his move, a voice rang out.
"Xuan Zi!"
Mu En's voice was low and restrained.
"What are you trying to do?!"
"Haven't you humiliated yourself enough already?!"