"What... what kind of martial arts is this?"
The robed figure was terrified to the extreme, struggling desperately, but unable to shake Su Changkong's restrains.
His prized agility was utterly useless in front of Su Changkong, who easily captured him with a mere lift of his hand!
"Crack!"
As Su Changkong's fingers clenched, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, the robed figure groaned, his skeleton crushed, blood seeping from his mouth and nose.
Upon releasing his grip, the robe-clad figure's body, with shattered bones, slumped to the ground, unable to move even a finger.
"Is this person... also from the Demon Suppressing Department?" the robed figure thought in shock, realizing his capture was as easy for Su Changkong as eating or drinking, clearly not on the same level.
