"The Split Soul you so painstakingly nurtured has now fallen into This Seat's hands again."
Beiming looked at the tiny Split Soul that had landed in his palm, his tone giving away neither joy nor anger.
Back then, when he had reshaped his Chaos Demon God Body and broken through to become a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin, he had drawn the Soul Demon God's attention.
At that time, Beiming had also captured a Split Soul and erased it.
"So what?!"
From within the Split Soul came the Soul Demon God's Original Body's thought, crossing endless chaos, filled with fury and a trace of pent-up grievance:
"It is nothing but an insignificant wisp of a Split Soul!
Even if you completely erase it and annihilate it here, it will not harm This Seat's main body in the slightest!
When the day comes and This Seat's true body descends, breaks through the Primordial Wilderness's barrier, I will settle a true contest of superiority with you!"
"Oh? This Seat will wait and see."
Beiming ignored his threat and said, "Before that, however, you used your dignity as a Hunyuan being just now to possess a Split Soul and fight in its stead, bullying my disciple.
For that debt, you should at least pay a little interest in advance."
Hearing this, the Split Soul in his palm assumed an attitude of "a dead pig fears no boiling water," its gray-white soul body flickering with light:
"Hmph! Do whatever you like to this wisp of Split Soul.
Draw out the soul and refine the spirit? Subject it to ten thousand calamities of torment? This Seat is the Soul Demon God. This Split Soul has long since severed its connection with the main body.
Even if you inflict cruel torture upon it, it cannot