Although Yun Luo desperately wanted to plead for Jiang Siming,
Ice Soul Fairy's attitude made her realize that nothing she said would help.
She could only stand obediently behind Ice Soul Fairy and look at Jiang Siming helplessly.
"Brat, I let you escape by sheer luck back then, yet you didn't know how to be grateful. Instead, you went even further in dealing with my Moon Concealment Sect. Although the Moon Concealment Sect was merely a thought I left behind in the mortal world to preserve the Great Dao of Forgetting Emotions, it was still a sect founded by this fairy herself."
Ice Soul Fairy looked at Jiang Siming and sneered. "I admit that your talent is truly rare in ten thousand years. Given enough time, you might really ascend to the upper realm, and in the future, you might even be able to face me head-on."
"Unfortunately, how many geniuses have fallen along the way? The path of cultivation depends not only on talent, but also on fortune. Looking at things now, your luck really isn't anything special."
"I'll grind your body into dust, bind your soul, and throw it into this fairy's Earth Core Cauldron to torture you slowly."
Ice Soul Fairy had already arranged Jiang Siming's future clearly. In one word, he would be tortured!
Jiang Siming knew there was no hope either. Rather than kneel and beg, he might as well die standing. He raised his head proudly and said,
"So what if I die? Your father has never been afraid. If my luck had been a little better, I could have pinned you down and rubbed you into the ground in just a few years!"
"Cut the crap. Hurry up and torture me however you want. If I beg for mercy even once, I'll be