Tian Jizhi sneered through blood. "Kill me if you want. Flay me if you want."
The Feather Transformation cultivator's voice was ancient and indistinct. "Your father had only one son—you. If you die, his line ends with you. If he knows beneath the Yellow Springs, I wonder what he would think?"
Tian Jizhi still said calmly, "Even if the Tian Clan's line ends, I will not bow to a thief like you."
The Feather Transformation cultivator looked surprised. "Quite the hard bone. Quite the stubborn temper."
His sword tip advanced a few inches, piercing Tian Jizhi's throat. Threads of blood seeped out, yet Tian Jizhi's expression did not change.
The Feather Transformation cultivator shrouded in black mist narrowed his eyes slightly.
Watching from afar, Mo Hua sighed inwardly as well.
He had not expected Elder Tian's only son to have such hard bones. Of course, his temper truly was stubborn too.
The Feather Transformation cultivator's Spirit Sword pierced a little deeper, and blood streamed from Tian Jizhi's throat.
He was merely at Golden Core Early Stage. Before a Feather Transformation cultivator, he had no power to fight back at all.
Yet even if the Feather Transformation cultivator intended to kill him, he still kept his mouth shut.
The Feather Transformation cultivator's sword tip paused as well. Clearly, without obtaining the information, he did not wish to truly kill Tian Jizhi.
"I will give you one more chance. Tell me where your father's corpse is, and I will spare your life," the black-mist Feather Transformation cultivator said.
Tian Jizhi sneered. "If I cannot even protect my father's corpse, what face do I have left to live?"
The black-mist Feather Transformation cultivator cursed under his breath. After pondering for a moment, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he said hoarsely:
"If you refuse