Tongtian Accepts His Fate! Fallen Saint Sword!

Inside the Heavenly Prison, the atmosphere was deathly still.

After hearing Ling Xiao's words, Tongtian fell silent.

Freedom, the chance to recruit disciples anew—these represented an unlimited future for him. But the only drawback was that Ling Xiao would not stop plotting against him, and perhaps he would die without ever knowing why.

"Master, what are you hesitating for?"

"Quickly agree to Great Emperor of the Azure Radiance!"

Wuzhiqi looked anxious. He dropped to his knees, then crawled over to Tongtian's side and grabbed onto his robes.

The path to survival lay right before him.

Wuzhiqi put on another face. He wanted to beg Tongtian to take him out of this sea of suffering. Even if he could not become Tongtian's chief disciple after he founded a new sect, he could at least become one of its elders.

At that thought, Wuzhiqi felt that his good days were about to begin.

"Heh..."

"Two-faced, cruel, and merciless, yet you still want Tongtian to take you out? If Old Bull here were Tongtian, the moment I regained my power, I'd kill you first."

"Of course, if Tongtian can swallow the humiliation he suffered in the Heavenly Prison, then pretend I said nothing!"

The Bull Demon King sneered, deliberately muddying the waters.

His few words seemed to mock Wuzhiqi, but they were actually urging Tongtian from the side. Even if it was only to kill Wuzhiqi, Tongtian should agree to Ling Xiao's terms.

"Master, don't listen to the Bull Demon King's nonsense! I've always been utterly loyal to you!"

Wuzhiqi's face was full of panic. He wrapped his arms around Tongtian's thigh, and his tremendous strength nearly crushed Tongtian's leg bones. The flesh on Tongtian's face trembled slightly; he appeared to be in some pain.

"Tongtian, what do you think?"

Ling Xiao's lips