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Looking at Zhuge Tianhao, who had fallen to the ground covered in wounds, the others' urgent shouts and curses rang out one after another.
The assembled cultivators hated Zhuge Tianhao to the bone. If not for Qin Fengming, someone would likely have stepped forward long ago and killed him outright.
"Wake him up. I have some questions for him," Qin Fengming suddenly said, blinking.
The split-soul Puppet did not delay. With a wave of his hand, he injected a stream of energy into Zhuge Tianhao's body. At once, Zhuge Tianhao's body, limp as a dead pig, shook, and his eyes slowly opened.
The instant he awoke, terror immediately appeared in his eyes.
Seeing the situation around him, his heart sank into utter despair. This time, he knew he was doomed, and the ending was already clear.
Zhuge Tianhao struggled to sit up. When he tried to stand, he failed several times.
His magic power and divine soul had already been sealed. His physical body was extremely weak, his hands and feet were limp, and he could not draw on any strength to stand.
"Fellow Daoist Zhuge, I came out victorious in this battle. Now, would you honestly answer a few questions for this Qin?" Qin Fengming showed no sign of pressing him aggressively; his tone remained calm and indifferent.
"The victor becomes king and the vanquished becomes a bandit. My skills were inferior, so I have no complaints about losing. But if you intend to humiliate me with words, I would rather die," Zhuge Tianhao said decisively, his gaze turning cold and resolute.
"Humiliate you? Do you think this Qin needs words to humiliate you? If I wanted to humiliate you, I would have done so in the clash of secret arts and divine abilities. I am merely curious