Chen Fei moved at high speed, launching a dazzling golden light ball straight towards Ma Xiaotao. His figure was incredibly fast, leaving afterimages in his wake.
Ma Xiaotao snorted coldly. That was just her character: even though she did not wish to kill, if the blame fell on her, she was not afraid to face the consequences. A flash of red light appeared in her eyes, and she spat out a Phoenix Fireline that collided with the golden light in mid-air.
Strangely, this time there was no violent explosion. The golden light expanded instantly upon contact, transforming into a large golden net that enveloped Ma Xiaotao.
