Strong Enough!

The wind in Desolate Valley picked up a few withered yellow leaves and sent them spiraling down by Zhou Xuan's feet.

Zhou Xuan looked at the little dragon-man before him, whose whole body was covered in dark red scales and whose face practically had "come at me if you dare" written all over it, and fell into a long silence.

Right now, there was only one thought in his head.

Cut it off.

Sever this part of his soul connection outright, and pretend he had never split off this Second Soul at all.

Throw this born killer, whose brain was stuffed with nothing but muscle and violence, to Yang Mie, let the two of them team up and go to the Northern Lands to hack up Demonic Beasts, and never come back.

Zhou Xuan's fingers rubbed several times along the edge of his Storage Bag.

In the end, reason still pressed down impulse.

He had no resources left.

Top-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures for repairing the soul were already legendary rarities in a place like the Western Desolate Region, where spiritual energy had dried up.

Previously, in order to peel off Second Brother and reshape a body for him, he had already emptied out more than half of Cloud Pavilion's family fortune, and even scoured Old Mystic of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's private stash clean.

If he really cut Second Brother off now, who was going to write the underlying code for the Apocalypse Starship?

Count on Yang Mie?

Zhou Xuan glanced at Yang Mie, who was standing off to the side with his arms folded, watching the show.

This guy could even draw the most basic Spirit Gathering Array Formation Patterns backward. If Zhou Xuan let him handle the code for a high-dimensional civilization's Starship, tomorrow the Western