"Changsheng!"
The early Core Formation female cultivator had a ghastly pale complexion, clearly grievously wounded by Fang Xi's casual strike.
Seeing the Changsheng she admired usually lying on the ground like a dead dog, she couldn't help but show a face full of shattered Dao heart.
Wei Changsheng was only unconscious, not dead.
But having his soul forcefully searched by Fang Xi, his Divine Soul was damaged, and if it couldn't be repaired, he would never be able to condense a Nascent Soul in this lifetime.
Puff, puff!
Before the Core Formation female cultivator could react, she clutched her dantian, a look of pain spreading across her face.
"For these three, their capital punishment may be spared but not the punishment of living, specially seal their dantian's magic power, and throw them into the dungeon... Send someone to inform the Mixed Origin Sect, and command their ancestor to come and ransom them!"
