Chi Feihong immediately moved, grabbing out at Chi Xuan and Chi Xiyue.
He was a Saint, so how could Chi Xuan and Chi Xiyue block or dodge his attack?
However, even though he had grabbed down, he was unable to withdraw his hand.
A disdainful smile appeared on Shi Gang's face, and he said, "Where did you get such courage to attack me?"
Chi Feihong's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Though the large hand he had stretched out was formed from a sliver of divine sense that was wrapped with Regulations, and was not his real body, it was still firmly restrained, and could not be retracted. In fact, it was about to be severed.
If this was really severed, then his spirit would definitely be wounded.
"Humph!" How could Chi Taiming just stand by and watch? He was just about to make a move.
