"Hmph!"
Bai Haoyuan snorted coldly and said, "Fellow Daoist is perhaps too confident!"
Yet, he was on high alert inside, ready to flee at the slightest hint of trouble. After all, he had already obtained what he came for, and saw no need to entangle with others.
"Words are useless, you won't believe me anyway, so let's just let the truth speak for itself!"
Li Zhirui cut the chitchat, his life-bound magic treasure moved with his will, and, together with the vines he summoned with his spell, they formed an enormous, airtight cage, reminiscent of a gladiator's arena, trapping both of them inside.
This had become a habit for him. Whenever he fought a cultivator of the same realm, Li Zhirui's first move was always to cast a spell to trap the opponent, leaving them no chance to escape.
After all, if a Nascent Soul cultivator was determined to flee for their life, he wasn't necessarily able to catch up.
