The Earth Sword Wouldn't Die

The White-Haired Old Man watched Gu Qingshan's expression.

Only when Gu Qingshan's brow had furrowed less tightly did the old man cautiously say, "As you asked, I've told you everything I know."

"Please, let me go!"

As he spoke, the old man's face crumpled, tears streaming down it.

Gu Qingshan said nothing. He simply yanked hard.

The Hell-Suppressing Ghost King Scepter came free of the old man's body, and Gu Qingshan stowed it away in the void.

The old man immediately flew backward.

As he retreated, he swiftly roused the Purple Light on his body.

With the help of Eternal Power, it took only a breath for the White-Haired Old Man to become a living person again.

At that moment, his face was full of relief.

That scepter was terrifying. It could completely dominate him while he was dead.

Only after becoming alive again did the fear and despair in his heart gradually fade.

But—

This man was actually so naïve that he hadn't finished him off?

Confusion appeared on the old man's face, and he couldn't help asking, "You really aren't going to kill me?"

Gu Qingshan said, "I believe in keeping to the terms of a deal. I said I'd trade your life for information, so I'll do exactly that."

The old man shook his head. "I never expected you to be so naïve. In this world, only the dead can keep a secret. Once I survive and report you to the True God, you'll never escape its grasp."

"I don't see it that way. I think only an idiot would use death to keep a secret," Gu Qingshan said.

"Fool!" the old man snapped.

Boom—

Vast Spiritual Power erupted from his body.

In an instant, the old man's hands became blurs as he rapidly formed a series