Seeing Liu Chengzong crash to the ground, his life or death uncertain.
The Daoist Lord Xianhua, who had been scolded all night, stroked his beard with satisfaction, nodded contentedly, and then suddenly flung his sleeve towards Li Fan's face.
Caught off guard, Li Fan's vision blurred for a moment, and the next instant, he found himself standing in a dungeon cell.
The smooth stone walls surrounded him, and there was only a small window a foot square for ventilation. There wasn't a trace of spiritual energy, and it was obviously reinforced with Enlightenment-level prohibitions!
A sense of dread settled in Li Fan's heart as he realized that even his Divine Sense was sealed. He couldn't get any response from the Nascent Sword Pearl in his divine court. He punched the wall with all his might, nearly breaking his hand without making a sound!
