Swoosh~
A dull, black iron lock with visible rust marks appeared in the hands of the slowly advancing young man.
An immortal artifact, the Soul Hook!
"I was initially puzzled, King's Consort, thinking that you must have gotten knocked in the head. It turns out that you have an immortal artifact in your possession. It's no wonder you dared to be disrespectful to this old man. However, if you believe you can subdue me with the aid of an immortal artifact, you're welcome to try."
A harsh, shrill, and old voice resounded, echoing throughout the Underground Palace. The deathly red light from the white lanterns, glowing with an ominously red light floated out from the prison chamber- now a sea of blood, only to be utterly incinerated by the blazing sun fire that spread beneath Feng Qing'an's feet.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, don't listen to this old ghost's words, don't be impulsive!"
