Number Eight could no longer struggle. Its head, which had not yet been frozen, seemed to be stunned by fear. A look of terror appeared on its face. It opened its mouth as if to admit defeat, but could not utter a sound.
Bai Bingxuan's cold voice rang out: "Are you admitting defeat now?"
Number Eight nodded cautiously, fearing that too much force would cause his frozen neck to break.
With a cold snort, Bai Bingxuan regained her gentle and charming expression, and her alluring white fingers, like spring onions, tapped "Number Eight" again.
The ice on "Number Eight" slowly melted into water, and the vines wrapped around him loosened and retracted.
Because Princess Cai Pu secretly rigged the draw ceremony, the first round of the Shao Yan Holy Martial Arts Tournament in the capital was ba
