Fulong Ridge summit.
Chen Mu looked at the layers of defensive barriers around himself and was speechless.
What a waste of preparation.
That guy had an innate protective Qi mechanism, to some extent comparable to a Daoist Qi Refiner, yet who would have thought he'd escape as soon as touched.
What a coward!
You're a martial artist who has mastered the Celestial Capital Transformation. Recklessness defines you. How can you call yourself a martial artist acting so timidly?
"I have to catch this guy," Chen Mu took a deep breath.
If left unchecked, what if he comes back with reinforcements for an ambush?
I can handle one Underworld God Transformation, but what about three, five, eight, or ten?
Not to mention the bizarre methods of a Lock Dragon Knight. If he uses a Ghost Pattern Secret Technique to trap me, I'd have nowhere to cry.
Nightmare Victory Spell!
