"Ye Zhen, if you dare to kill me, the Longevity Sect will annihilate your entire clan! There will be no place for you to stand in the entire True Spirit Domain!"
"Ye Zhen, you're nothing but a despicable coward, do you dare to fight me one-on-one!"
"Ye Zhen, I surrender, spare my life, I can issue a Divine Soul Oath, I will never trouble you!"
"Stop bombarding me, spare... my life, I can issue a Divine Soul Oath, become your servant... I can even open my Soul Sea to let you imprint it with your Divine Soul... a Vein Forging Realm servant, who in this world has... who could have one?"
Above the Blood-colored Starry Sky Illusion Formation of the Temple of Demon Souls, Ye Zhen looked emotionlessly at Yang Zhengxi, who was trapped inside the formation, performing. The only response was the Heavenly Thunder of Fright bursting from his palm, one after another in rapid succession.
