Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the ground while wearing the silver bracelet. There was an extremely small child currently hanging in front of his chest; he was clutching his collar formed from soul light as he fought Chu Feng to the death and was thoroughly anxious.
"Return my black talisman paper back to me! Innumerable Deity! Amitabha, I, the Little Daoist, am going to stake it all with you!"
This scene was somewhat amusing. A small fellow who had yet to be born was fighting with Chu Feng. He was grabbing onto the collar of his soul armor with fire shooting out of his eyes as he wished he could flip Chu Feng over.
This damned child was wildly kicking about with his small legs and grappling with his small hands. He looked like he was climbing a mountain with how he grabbed with his hands and kicked with his legs as he tormented Chu Feng. He grabbed the collar of Chu Feng's soul armor and wouldn't let go no matter what. His eyes had turned red.
