Getting Along Strangely
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
At the moment, Feng Jiu was instead rather taken aback as she stared at the man before her while thinking to herself in her heart: [Why does this voice sound so familiar? Could it be that I've met this person somewhere before?]
But that's not possible at all! This man had such an outstanding presence and if she had met him, she would definitely not forget it.
The thoughts were still running through her mind when she suddenly saw the man shoot out a few blasts of Qi and she immediately felt her body go limp as she fell to sit upon the ground helplessly.
"Lock him up. If he manages to escape, I will hold all of you here responsible!" The Hell's Lord said in a suppressed voice. With a flick of his sleeves, he turned and left.
"Yes, my Lord!" The sixteen black robed cultivators chorused respectfully and they immediately pulled up the youth sitting upon the ground.
After her body went limp, Feng Jiu could feel that the mystical energy within her body had been sealed up.