Chen Baihu felt a chill at his neck, and when he touched his waist, he found that the jade pendant had long since disappeared. Looking up, a black flame had already appeared before him. He only had time to brace his hands in defense before tumbling over with a thud, but Xu Xiao merely glanced at him disdainfully:
"What trash you've cultivated."
Thrown to the ground by a cultivator at the Third Layer of Fetal Breathing, Chen Baihu had already sensed something was wrong, and suspected demonic possession. Shocked, he felt for the jade token at his waist and opened his mouth to shout.
"Capture!"
In Xu Xiao's hand, a bright red token suddenly appeared, smooth around the edges with a black top and red bottom, and several ancient Seal Script characters embossed on it. With a light shout from Xu Xiao, the token emitted a soft red glow and flew out like lightning.
