This was the second time Feng Jun had heard someone say that the Mountain-River Seal was an imitation of the Overturning Heaven Seal.
The first time, Sumiao had merely guessed. This time, the Big Shot had stated it plainly.
But Feng Jun had no mind to consider that now. He simply roared in his mind, "Quit yapping. Can't you see I'm fighting?"
The Big Shot continued yapping unhurriedly. "If you can get taken out by such a weakling, then... you might as well die early."
He really was a weakling. His cultivation was mediocre, his cultivation method was poor, and his magical artifact was subpar. He could not even withstand a single strike of Divine Sense.
When Feng Jun's Divine Sense struck, Zhu Gaoyang's body staggered. Fortunately, he was a sword cultivator with some fighting spirit left in him. His flying sword continued pursuing Feng Jun, but it had lost its sharpness, wobbling crookedly as though it were performing drunken swordplay.
Then the Immortal-Binding Cord easily tied him up as well, and the flying sword finally fell to the ground.
Feng Jun raised a hand and set down restrictions, then took out a Soul-Search Talisman. "None of you are willing to speak properly... forget it. I'll just search your souls."
He did not reject using Soul-Search Talismans. He carried quite a few himself, but before this, he had been used to having others perform the Soul Search for him. Especially True Adept Qu Jianlei, who possessed Soul Search methods himself and did not even need a Soul-Search Talisman.
As long as he did not use it more than three times in a day, it was fine. This was only his first time today.
Hearing this, Zhu Gaoyang was horrified. His Divine Soul was not actually as frail as Feng Jun