The condescending attitude towards Jinlan Mountain, even now, was still very apparent.
"You are wrong," Yu Ziqing said, "I honestly don't dare to kill you now."
Yu Ziqing shook his head, his gaze sharpened, and he slashed directly at his Divine Soul.
In an instant, the man had no leisure to exchange words with Yu Ziqing anymore.
Tearing the Divine Soul was a pain more terrifying than breaking all the bones in one's body. He couldn't help but scream in agony.
Yu Ziqing sliced a few more times, ensuring the man wouldn't die anytime soon, and thoroughly crippled him. Only then did he seal him up, pack him in a Storage Bag, seal it again, and hang it on his waist as an ornament.
He sensed for a moment, confirming the Mysterious Heaven Sect Master's mind hadn't broken, nor had he committed suicide. Yu Ziqing relaxed.
The twelve hours hadn't passed, Yu Ziqing truly didn't dare to kill him.
Moreover, if there was a chance to capture him alive, why kill him?
