"Heh, you want to lock me up with just a broken metal circlet like this?" Amidst his disdainful laughter, Fang Xing activated his Qi and a whirlwind quickly began to pick up. The symbols on his head appeared once more—as though trying their best to confine him—yet Fang Xing didn't seem to be in any pain. A terrifying murderous aura formed, growing stronger and stronger with the movement of his Qi before it rushed up towards the metal circlet with a hint of madness….
A Jing Guang disciple screamed out, "What is he doing?!"
Yuan Shenglian was also surprised. 'Is he trying to break the Spirit Lock Circlet's restriction?' A bad feeling began to grow within him and he took a few steps forward, preparing to send a spell towards Fang Xing.
"That's impossible! How can the Spirit Lock Circlet be broken? He's seeking nothing but death!" Jing Fu yelled out at the top of her lungs.
