Just then, the Haoming City guard clapped his hands and produced a rope-shaped magic artifact. He chanted an incantation in the air, clearly about to send it flying. The cultivator opposite him was quick-witted; seeing that something was wrong, he immediately hurled out another heap of Fireball Talismans and flew toward the nearest mid Foundation Establishment cultivator, shouting, "Senior, save me! This junior..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, that Foundation Establishment cultivator flicked his sleeve and abruptly accelerated, ignoring him completely.
"This..." The cultivator froze briefly. But seeing the two men behind him closing in, he dared not hesitate and flew toward Xiao Hua again.
Though he had fled first, his cultivation seemed inferior to those two behind him. Moreover, the city guard's magic artifact had already been activated. Like a swimming fish, it swiftly caught up with him in midair. Before he could cry for help, the rope had bound his hands and feet, sending his entire body plummeting from the sky!
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Bai, why must you be like this? We merely received word and came to trade with you ahead of time. We certainly would not shortchange you on spirit stones. Why make things so stiff?" the city guard said with a smile.
"Hmph, I simply don't want to trade with you. What can you do about it?" The bound cultivator was held in the city guard's hand, yet he still cursed loudly. "I wanted to trade for a Foundation Establishment Pill at the Bidding Convention. What use are your spirit stones to me?"
Smack! The city guard slapped the cultivator across the face and cursed, "Bai Fengliang, you're nothing more than a petty Rogue Cultivator. How can you be so ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth? With such a crude temper, how