The Soul-Snaring Chain gave off an extremely faint gray sheen. Though it hardly looked like a respectable Spirit Artifact, a Spirit Artifact it undoubtedly was.
And its grade was far from low.
But that made sense. Ding Fen was, after all, the Heavenly Dawn Sect's foremost Senior Disciple. Even for the sake of appearances, they could hardly equip him with a poor Life-Bound Treasure.
Besides, Ding Fen was a cultivator who had encountered fortuitous opportunities of his own.
When Su Jiu attacked again, Ding Fen was ready, even bringing the Iron Chain he had just summoned into play.
The angle at which Ding Fen lashed out with the Iron Chain was exceptionally tricky.
As though it could track Su Jiu's movements, the Iron Chain slithered like a supple, soft-bodied creature, moving ahead to intercept her along her intended path.
The spot it aimed to intercept was rather hard to describe: it went straight for Su Jiu's slender waist.
Su Jiu's expression shifted slightly. She instantly changed direction, veering a full degree away from her intended course.
Ding Fen recalled his Magic Treasure and gave a whistle. "Not bad."
Below the platform, a cultivator flushed red despite himself. "Morally depraved. An affront to decency."
Someone else said, "There he goes again. Again! In an earlier match, I saw Ding Fen use that move to pull the female cultivator opposite him into his arms. Utterly shameless!"
A disciple of the Heavenly Dawn Sect protested indignantly, "They're in a match! Nobody ever said there were places you couldn't touch!"
There was indeed no such rule. If it had been a normal attack, no one would have said anything, but this man clearly harbored ill intentions...
That was precisely why he was so contemptible.
"Tch, the Heavenly Dawn Sect's disciples are still scrubbing the