A cold glint suddenly flashed in Song Wen's hand. A short blade appeared, and he lunged fiercely at Xugeng.
Xugeng formed several hand seals toward the bronze ring, and a phantom of the ring immediately materialized, descending to envelop Song Wen.
Song Wen's expression changed drastically, and he turned to flee.
The phantom bronze ring possessed the power to bind, and it could not be blocked by spells or magical treasures. Once trapped by it, one would likely be doomed beyond salvation.
However, the two were simply too close. Though Song Wen reacted like lightning, he still failed to escape the phantom bronze ring's restraint.
The phantom bronze ring rapidly shrank, tightly encircling Song Wen's chest.
Song Wen immediately felt a powerful binding force descend upon him, causing the spiritual power that had been surging endlessly through his body to become sluggish in an instant.
Song Wen desperately circulated his cultivation technique and mobilized his spiritual power, but it was utterly futile.
As the phantom bronze ring continued to tighten, the binding force grew stronger and stronger. The circulation of his spiritual power became increasingly sluggish until it finally stopped completely, as though frozen in ice.
"Ha ha ha..." Xugeng threw back his head and laughed. "Stop struggling in vain. Though you have many methods, most of them are borrowed strength. Your own cultivation is merely at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. It is impossible for you to break free of the Mount Tai Ring."
As he spoke, Xugeng flew over to Song Wen.
The next instant, his expression suddenly stiffened.
Though the person he had trapped looked exactly like Song Wen and possessed precisely the same aura, Xugeng still sensed that something was amiss with his Spirit Transformation-stage divine sense. Moreover, the short blade in the other's hand was