Qu Wenbai, however, closed his eyes to sense his surroundings, then looked directly toward Zhang Deming. Zhang Deming was also looking at Qu Wenbai, their gazes clashing in mid-air.
"Kid, with the Celestial Heart Altar suppressing this place, I'd like to see you try to run this time!" Qu Wenbai said with a cruel smile.
"Heh, is that so, old ghost? I don't believe I was the one screaming and running for his life last time," Zhang Deming replied, his expression icy.
Qu Wenbai's expression turned frigid. "Hmph. This time, the Celestial Heart Altar has suppressed the area and blocked all Dao Mark transmissions. No elder is going to pop out and save you now!
If you don't want to suffer the agony of Soul Extraction and Soul Refining after I capture you, then obediently hand over the Celestial Heart Treasure Box. Who knows? If I'm happy enough, I might just grant you a quick end."
