"Speak. Which tribe did you collude with?" With a barked question, Wang Xiaoqiang stomped a foot down on Elder Mo's head. Elder Mo was trampled beneath his foot, face filled with humiliation, his lifeless eyes staring venomously at Wang Xiaoqiang as he ground out between his teeth, "Brat, if you've got any guts, then kill me."
"Old dog, right now you're no different from a dead man, in fact you're worse off than dead. Why should I dirty my own hands? I won't kill you." As Wang Xiaoqiang spoke he lifted his foot off Elder Mo, then waved his hand and cast out a Restriction.
That Restriction turned into a streak of violet light that struck Elder Mo's body, wrapping around him like a rope of light, tightly binding him up, sealing him there completely. He could not move, could not speak, could not even seek death. He had no freedom.
