The Deadly Grudge

"Although destroying this wisp of my soul wouldn't be easy for you, if I wanted to destroy it myself, that wouldn't be difficult at all!"

If Lin Xuan wanted to dismember his own soul, he could erase this sliver of his soul in an instant.

As long as Lin Xuan completely erased the will within his soul, then even if this wisp of soul could be reborn in the green mist, it would no longer be Lin Xuan's soul.

By then, Lin Xuan, who was outside the green mist, could condense his soul once again.

Thus, his soul would remain whole.

The old man's gloomy expression grew increasingly dark. He had never imagined that Lin Xuan's mind had reached such a monstrous level.

It seemed Lin Xuan had long since thought of every possible way out. The old man clenched his fists, genuinely wanting to restrain Lin Xuan.

But what left the old man somewhat helpless was that he had no way to restrain Lin Xuan at all.

Because Lin Xuan clearly wasn't afraid of him. More importantly, the old man had no means of making Lin Xuan wary of him.

That was the most important point.

Thoughts constantly flashed through the old man's mind. He wanted to keep Lin Xuan here.

But no matter how many methods he considered, none of them could work. Lin Xuan now had control over the green mist, and unless the old man used his soul power, he might not be able to keep this wisp of Lin Xuan's soul.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to hold on to this wisp of Lin Xuan's soul.

But even if he managed to keep this wisp of Lin Xuan's soul, it would be useless. As Lin Xuan had said, Lin Xuan could completely erase the