Li Wenli glanced at them indifferently, Bai Junjun's Drooping Tube Flower Whip still bound the woman. The woman's poison needles lay scattered on the ground, making it blatantly obvious who the real attacker was.
Yet these people chose to turn a blind eye.
Li Wenli's lips curved slightly in a smirk, too lazy to waste more words on them, "I'm the kind who fiercely protects my own. You've laid hands on my people, so don't expect to leave here unscathed!"
With those words, he quietly raised his hand, and as his fingers moved with agility, the air around became oppressive.
Ah Dao, Smiling Face, and the Old Monk behind him had no illusions about what was happening; Li Wenli was about to summon the Power of Ghosts and Gods again.
Recalling how the young master suffered from the backlash of the Ghost Gods' power every time he used it, they stretched out their hands anxiously.
"Young master, no!"
Li Wenli's lips curled faintly, "Your young master isn't one to take things lying down."