Gu Rong suddenly appeared behind Xiao Wujiu, a bony claw instantly materializing behind the latter and grabbing straight for him!
His gaze was sharp as he looked at Xiao Wujiu, who bore eight wings, though he did not understand what the person before him's martial soul was, nor his spirit rings.
Yet these eight wings forced him to act with caution, so he used his full strength the moment he struck, but instead of delivering a fatal blow, he chose to capture him and interrogate him afterward.
Yet before he even had time to touch that person, Chen Xin ahead abruptly started and shouted toward Gu Rong, "Old Bone, watch out!"
"Hm?"
Though Gu Rong did not fully understand why, having fought Chen Xin for so many years, he still subconsciously chose to trust the other man and prepared to retreat far away.
Yet even with his quick reaction, wanting to use a spirit skill to leave once more was already too late.
Just as he was about to use spatial power to shift away...
"Locking the Peak!"
Hum!
An invisible ripple erupted from the small cauldron in Xiao Wujiu's hand, instantly "squeezing" Gu Rong right back out of space!
Damn it!
Gu Rong thought to himself, and then he only felt his body instantly become bound, even the flow of spirit power within him turning sluggish.
"It seems the two of you do not have the habit of reasoning things out..." Xiao Wujiu slowly raised his head, a smile on his face, his white teeth giving off a chilling, ghastly aura. "What a coincidence, neither does Xiao here, so let's first settle this with our fists!"
With that, he waved his right hand, and the Creation Cauldron in his grip swelled to its maximum under his full drive, enveloping