Si Xinmochi laughed in grief and indignation. "I really must have been blind. How did I fail to see that you were a heartless jackal in human skin?"
"A band of old brothers followed you for years, yet you could bring yourself to lay hands on them!"
Lord Chongyang said nonchalantly, "If I were truly heartless, you would never have escaped Di Capital, and Fanzu would not have lived to return to the Sunken Sword River and steer a boat."
"Go on, then. How did you plan to deal with me by coming to Di Capital?"
Si Xinmochi nodded. "Do me a favor!"
"Hm. As long as you ask, doing you a favor is nothing. I can even spare your life!"
Si Xinmochi said, "After I die, don't erect a monument for me. I don't need you insulting me like that."
Lord Chongyang's eyelid twitched. Words followed his strike, and in the blink of an eye, he seized Si Xinmochi with thunderous force.
He had invoked the Seal Script for 'Confinement.' The moment he struck, it carried a heaven-shattering, earth-splitting momentum, instantly trapping Si Xinmochi inside an invisible cage.
"..."
Just as Lord Chongyang was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened. "You?"
"Haha, didn't expect that, did you? You can't capture a dead man!"
Si Xinmochi's body was hollow and empty, without the slightest trace of Blood Qi or vitality. All it held was an endless, bleak deathly aura.
He had actually used a secret art that continued after death, forcibly dragging along a corpse and using the remnants of his consciousness to drive it here.
Before coming here, he had already taken his own life. By now, even immortals could not save him.
Even someone as powerful as Lord Chongyang could do nothing to Si Xinmochi, whose vitality