The red-cloaked old woman's chest continuously spurted out noxious sludge and Evil Qi. The flesh on her body writhed and roiled, as if trying to spontaneously coalesce and heal itself, but within that ghastly wound remained an abundance of frost-like, snow-like energy flames. One end connected to the Nine Chime Sword in Wanli Fengdao's hands behind her, while the other extended copious amounts of Sword Qi, locking down the red-cloaked old woman's torso and limbs. This not only firmly sealed the wound, preventing her from healing, but also rendered her hands and feet immobile, firmly nailing her in place. Using the sword as a lock and Qi as pillars, he turned the ground into a prison.
"Saintly Swordsmanship: Sword Nine"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
