"You're only a tiny War Martial Realm cultivator. Even if I'm badly wounded, you still won't escape."
"You actually dared to come back and throw your life away. I'll fucking grant your wish."
Seeing A Xie fleeing, Chen Er could not stop roaring. In a flash, he caught up and fiercely enveloped A Xie in his true energy. Though his words were ruthless, he still needed to capture A Xie alive, force out the mechanism message bird, and find Weng Ting.
A Xie was locked down by Chen Er's true energy, unable to move an inch.
Chen Er, his face twisted, strode toward him.
Clutching the hand that Sikong Jing had just blasted until it was covered in bloody welts, he shouted coldly, "A weakling is still a weakling. Your Eastern Overlord genius can't possibly come save you now. First, I'll chop off your arms and legs."
Wiping at the blood on his scalp, Chen Er roared again, "This is the price for shooting that hidden arrow at me."
With that, Chen Er was about to cut off A Xie's right hand—the one holding the bow...
Yet at that very moment, A Xie suddenly raised a hand and flung away the bamboo hat on his head. A lock of silky hair spilled free.
Beneath the hat was a woman's face. She was not A Xie at all.
In an instant, Chen Er froze.
His outstretched hand stiffened in midair, his eyes flying wide. In just a moment, he realized what was happening. "Not good, it's a trap!"
But it was already too late.
Two eerie hands abruptly stretched out from the earth, clamping fiercely around Chen Er's feet and dragging him down with all their might.
"Ah!"
Chen Er let out a ghostly shriek as both his feet were instantly