Those blood-red markings.
Like silk threads in a web, even Lu Changsheng found he couldn't dodge them.
Or rather, there was no way to dodge.
The blood-red markings seemed to be one with him, materializing in his immediate vicinity in an instant.
There was no escape.
He could only watch as the markings enveloped his body.
His expression changed drastically.
"Damn lunatic, using a bloodline Secret Technique on me! Hmph, I know what you're doing—you want to trap me! You bastard, it looks like you're willing to throw away your own life just to let that brat escape, aren't you?"
Lu Changsheng was furious.
As the blood-red markings covered him, his face was grim, but he showed little fear. He knew what this Secret Technique was.
It merely used the power of a connected bloodline to trap him for a short while, rendering him immobile.
