"Give me back the Treasure Lotus Lamp."
Yang Chan was somewhat anxious, with a face full of resentment, shouted at Zhao Feng.
"How interesting your words are."
"You strike at me, yet you want me to return the Spiritual Treasure to you?"
"After letting you get your hands on it, will you continue using the Spiritual Treasure against me?" Zhao Feng retorted with amusement.
"You..."
Yang Chan was also rendered speechless by Zhao Feng's words, unable to refute.
"Enough."
"You strike at me, but I am not defenseless."
Zhao Feng smiled.
Took a step forward.
His figure instantly vanished in front of Yang Chan and Ao Tingxin.
Moreover, they couldn't sense any trace of Zhao Feng.
"Suppression."
A low shout.
A massive stele targeting the soul descended from the sky, a light halo directly falling upon Yang Chan and Ao Tingxin.
One at the Daluo Peak, the other at the Taiyi Peak.
Under this Soul Suppressing Stele, their heart and spirit were unguarded for a moment.
