True Person Thousand Illusions's hoarse voice entered his ears. For things to have come this far, it already counted as showing weakness.
As an old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, he had long since grown used to a life of standing high above others and ordering people about with a flick of his chin. If he had not truly been forced into a dead end, he would never have done this.
Yet Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to it, a cold sneer still hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Fellow Daoist, begging for mercy only now—isn't it a little too late?"
Owe him a favor?
Lin Xuan was no rookie who had just stepped into the cultivation world. Only a fool would believe such a promise. If he let a tiger return to the mountain, it would only leave behind endless future trouble.
Cultivators did not speak of benevolence, righteousness, or morality. No matter how he painted flowers in the sky now, it was absolutely untrustworthy.
Thus Lin Xuan mocked him with his mouth, but the movements of his hands showed not the slightest intention of stopping.
He swore to seize this chance and kill the old devil right here.
The True Spirit Puppet was controlled by him, and following Lin Xuan's will, it also intensified its attacks.
For a time, it would not be too much to say Old Devil Thousand Illusions's situation was fraught with danger at every turn, as if his soul might be scattered into smoke at any moment.
Naturally, he was unwilling to fall. While gritting his teeth and defending with all his might, he could no longer care about face and began pleading pitifully to Lin Xuan for mercy: "Little Friend Lin, this old man was blinded by lard and should