Since he had seen through the trick, this fellow was a bird in a cage, a fish in a net—he could forget about escaping from his grasp.
Lin Xuan's lips were full of mockery. "Your Excellency wanted to draw out Lin's soul and refine my spirit. Did you ever imagine that in the end, you would meet such a fate yourself?"
"Lin has already explained the whole story clearly. Fellow Daoist need not go to your death with a bellyful of doubts and become a muddleheaded ghost. Well then, Fellow Daoist, are you willing now to hand your life over to me?"
Lin Xuan's breezy, unruffled voice entered his ears, as if what he spoke of were nothing more than some trivial little matter.
"Brat, don't get cocky. Even if this king becomes a ghost, I won't let you off."
The scorpion monster's face was filled with venomous hatred. At this point, he naturally understood that all his plotting was of no use at all. He was doomed beyond escape.
"Hmph. What use is a hard mouth?"
Lin Xuan's icy voice entered his ears. He did not care in the slightest about the other party's threat. Even facing the Nether Dark King, he had dared snatch food from a tiger's mouth; what did a mere Yin Soul Ghost amount to?
Besides, now that he had fallen into his hands, even wanting to become a ghost was an extravagant hope.
Before his voice had faded, Lin Xuan made his move. Yet though he was fast, the scorpion monster's movements were not slow either. This fellow had been transformed from a Demon Insect, but he was also a ruthless-minded character. Seeing that there was no chance to escape with his life, a flash of resolve passed through his eyes.
Then, without any