"Ignorant child, do you think the old man's soul will come back in the form of a soul?" Zhang Xianmiao sneered. "Once the old man's soul finds a host, just by restoring one-tenth of his power and killing you will be as simple as squishing an ant. Then the old man will see how proud you are."
This old man had survived for thousands of years in his spiritual form and possessed such strength. Astonishingly, the power he held in one year must be tremendous. Just regaining one-tenth of his strength would allow him to commit suicide. Yin Xiaofan also believed that this old man wasn't exaggerating in his speech. He indeed had great power.
This old fellow wanted to kill his soul and occupy his body. The relationship between the two was never-ending. Yin Xiaofan could release his own soul, and the old man would spare his life.
Yin Xiaofan wasn't so naive. He feared that once he released the old man, he would strike back. Regretting it now was already too late.
