"Never did I imagine that this old man had misjudged you. How did you discover that I was in this courtyard?" Ling Wangke stared gloomily at Ye Zhen's Mirage Clone as his vast divine sense spread in all directions.
"Where is your true body hiding? Underground? Or in the void?" Ling Wangke's gaze searched endlessly through the surrounding area.
Ye Zhen merely smiled without answering. In that brief instant, Ye Zhen's true body had already fled more than ten miles away, with the Demon Commander Avatar guarding at his side.
Ye Zhen was confident that if this old fellow made another move to kill him, he could calmly escape before the attack reached him.
What had happened earlier proved that this old fellow was utterly ruthless—a man who meant what he said!
"Your spirit beasts?" Ling Wangke's gaze suddenly fixed on Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao and the Nine-Headed Worm. "I suppose these two beasts share a connection with your heart and mind. This old man was careless."
"Since you were careless once, I definitely won't give you a second chance," Ye Zhen said with a smile.
Ling Wangke's eyes sharpened. "Boy, this old man will say it again. Hand over the soul-control method you used on Qianbi, dispel your control over her soul, and this old man can spare your life!"
Ye Zhen curled his lip. "Why does no one in this world believe the truth? If I had truly controlled Qianbi's soul, then just now, she would not have tried to kill herself. She would have used her attempted suicide to lure you close, then seized the chance to grievously wound you!"
"I imagine that no matter what, you would never have guarded against—or imagined—that Qianbi would strike at you with lethal intent, would you?"
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