"Letting you go is impossible. I'll just kill you and search your soul and refine your primordial spirit."
Fang Hong's gaze was cold, his tone resolute. The Dragon Qi within him surged, and Dragon Fist once again gathered momentum, its punch wind stirring, its power astonishing.
"No. Please don't make a move. I've already set up a restriction on myself. If Fellow Daoist forcefully uses a soul search technique on me, my physical body and primordial spirit will vanish into thin air in an instant."
"By then, Fellow Daoist, you probably won't get any news about that ancient teleportation formation either."
"Or perhaps, Fellow Daoist doesn't believe I can even manage this much?" Tianwu Great Emperor said in a panic.
Fang Hong frowned upon hearing this, his expression subtly changing.
He probed with his Divine Sense and indeed detected extremely intricate restriction fluctuations hidden within the other party's body. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
