"Want to die? That's easy enough." Lu Xiaotian's expression remained unchanged. Purpleleaf Zhenwu was already under his control, and blood-asura force and magical power continuously poured into Purpleleaf Zhenwu's body.
With only a thought from Lu Xiaotian, he could wreak havoc at will. Even a grand immortal could not save Purpleleaf Zhenwu.
Purpleleaf Zhenwu felt needle-like pain throughout his body. He could not help crying out. His face instantly turned ghastly pale. It seemed Lu Xiaotian truly intended to kill him. He hurriedly shouted, "Wait!"
"Do you have any last words?" Lu Xiaotian paused.
"I followed you for many years and rescued you from danger more than once. Even if I had no great achievements, I still worked hard. Let me live, and we'll consider our debts settled. Isn't that fair?" Purpleleaf Zhenwu made one final effort. Even ants clung to life, so how could he truly want to die?
"When you fell into my hands back then, you were trying to take my life. Though you did many things for me over the years, I never treated you unfairly. Your Dao heart is unsettled now, and you have to kill me to sever your inner demon. Besides, you're no longer the Purpleleaf Zhenwu you once were. Why should I spare you?"
Lu Xiaotian spoke bluntly. Back then, when the flying-heaven silver corpse Di Kun recovered his memories with Dragon Lion's help, he had turned against Lu Xiaotian. Di Kun was still Di Kun, yet Lu Xiaotian had spared him once. The Purpleleaf Zhenwu before him was no different from a changed person. Lu Xiaotian would not show mercy to a stranger.
"Handing a strand of my divided soul to you would make me no different from those two fire corpses and Golden Roc under your command. Even if I