Seeing Nangong Xun leisurely draw his sword, Fang Zhixing's lips curved slightly, his brows full of contempt.
Of course!
Nangong Xun was actually not slow at all, but in Fang Zhixing's eyes, he seemed very slow.
"Prison Suppression Chains!"
Just as Nangong Xun unsheathed his sword, Fang Zhixing made his move.
An iron chain suddenly appeared and encircled Nangong Xun's neck and wrists.
The terrifying weight pressed down on his neck, causing Nangong Xun's head to sink heavily, and he fell forward.
Nangong Xun was shocked, quickly using his sword to prop himself up, barely managing not to collapse.
"So heavy..."
Nangong Xun couldn't lift his head, his neck stiffly stuck in place, sweat pouring like rain, his complexion quickly turning ashen.
"Fellow Daoist, let's talk this over."
Nangong Xun decisively admitted defeat, in a panic, he said: "I have eyes but cannot see, unintentionally offended Fellow Daoist, please forgive me."
