Swish!
With a crisp sound, the black-robed figure holding Taowu was directly sliced in half by Jing Hong.
"Cough, cough! Do you think you can stop me just like that?"
Blood dripped as the black-robed figure spoke with a sinister glare.
"Oh? What other tricks do you have?"
Jing Hong looked at the black-robed figure disdainfully and said.
"Can you be faster than soul transmission? You stumbling blocks wait! Wait for the day we return, that day will be the end of all of you."
A bizarre smile appeared at the corner of the black-robed figure's mouth as he shouted harshly.
"Haha, soul transmission? Are you trying to transmit this thing?"
At some point, Jing Hong had already snatched Taowu into his hand.
While speaking, he tossed Taowu up and down in his hand.
Upon seeing Taowu in Jing Hong's hand, the black-robed figure was horrified beyond measure.
He didn't even know when Jing Hong had taken Taowu.
"You, you, you..."
