Old Yin took a deep breath and said frankly, "That's right. I truly want to give it a try!"
His gaze swept across everyone present, and an undisguised chill surfaced between his brows. "Though only a wisp of my sect's Grandmaster's willpower remains within my soul, it is still more than enough to easily slaughter everyone here!"
He looked back at Su Yi. "Since death is inevitable no matter what, why won't the Xuan Jun Sword Master let me witness your abilities?"
He was grievously wounded, pitiful and bedraggled, and his cultivation had been completely sealed.
Yet at this moment, he still carried himself with an air of disdain for everyone present.
Su Yi said softly, "The willpower of your Grandmaster truly is a rare sharpening stone. Fine then, I'll let you see it for yourself in a while."
As he spoke, he could not help but smile.
He had recalled the previous two times he had destroyed the Painter's willpower.
Each time, the other party had looked as though it were meeting him for the first time, carrying itself with the haughty bearing of a god. Yet before being destroyed by him, it would become jumpy and startled, furious and bewildered. It had been rather amusing.
Without question, this time would be no exception.
After all, a will imprint was merely willpower transformed from one's essence, energy, and spirit. It was not a Great Dao Avatar.
A sharpening stone?
Old Yin's expression turned grim, as though Su Yi's slanderous words were an immense humiliation to him.
"Then I shall truly wait and see!"
Old Yin gritted his teeth.
Su Yi ignored him and looked toward the Azure Ox Demon Emperor.
In that instant, the Azure Ox Demon Emperor shuddered all over and dropped to his knees with a thud.