Daoist Xing Yang decided to punish Yang Qi, but after pondering for a moment, he seemed unable to come up with a good method.
Thus, Daoist Xing Yang looked towards Zhan Yun, "Zhan lad, what do you say, how should we punish him?"
Zhan Yun thought for a while, then asked Daoist Xing Yang, "Should I be the one to punish him?"
"You may!" Daoist Xing Yang nodded.
At that moment, Zhan Yun casually drew out a talisman from his sleeve.
Immediately after, Zhan Yun flicked his wrist, and the yellow talisman ignited in his hand before he drew a mysterious sigil in the void.
Then, Zhan Yun gently urged his mana, and with a flash of light from the talisman, it burst open, with the ash scattering in the air.
At this time, Zhan Yun uttered a sharp command, "Fortune lost to lust's bewildering blade, three years shun the mortal coil, vow thirty deeds of merit made, or fail one and face Hell's toil!"
