Pfft!
A white scepter suddenly appeared and hurtled towards Xiao Yifeng. His face darkened as he quickly swung the Minghong Blade, but his strength had not fully recovered yet, unable to withstand the hit. His body was forced backward repeatedly, his face pale, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.
Xiao Yifeng scanned his surroundings. In front of him stood three foreign men in long robes, wielding scepters—people of the Saint Hall, one of them an Archbishop of the Entering Saint Realm, and two white-robed bishops.
"Again, it's you!"
Seeing the people from the Saint Hall again, Xiao Yifeng's eyes sparked with a gleam.
"Boy, your aura has been locked by our Saint Hall. No matter where you are, we can find your existence. Hand over the Heart of the Angel!"
The Archbishop commanded sternly.
"Eh? These guys actually have that group's aura? Could it be..."
Senior Long Qian, speaking to himself within Xiao Yifeng's mind, seemed to have realized something.
