"How dare you!" Zi Wuling's face darkened, a chilling cold emanating from her body.
"Hahaha—! Is that being daring? This is just the beginning. Once I take you down, Lady Wuling, I'll show you what real audacity means!" the man in white with a mask sneered coldly.
Zi Wuling looked at him indifferently, as if she were looking at a dead man.
She patted the pouch at her waist with her jade-like hand and took out a golden bell.
"How—how is the Soul-Attracting Bell in your hands? Give it to me!" the man in white with the mask suddenly changed his expression.
With a single step on the ground, he charged toward Zi Wuling like lightning, reaching out with one hand to grab the Soul-Attracting Bell from her hand.
"Wind Cage—!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
With a twist of his hands, the surrounding nature's spiritual energy surged rapidly. As his hand sign fell, a massive cage descended from the sky, trapping the man in white with the mask.
"Give it to me..."
