Within his body...
Tian Wuchen's spirit shadow, which was frantically fusing with the Nine Heavens Sword Qi, could fully sense the torture Sikong Jing was enduring.
He watched helplessly as Sikong Jing's bones were ground to pieces, one by one.
He could not bear it. He was shaken...
Unable to hold back, he said, "Brother Sikong, how about you pretend to agree for now?"
In the past, Tian Wuchen had always addressed Sikong Jing as Young Master, because the Celestial Race owed Sikong Jing no small debt of gratitude.
But the words "Brother Sikong" now represented his complete acknowledgment of Sikong Jing.
However, Sikong Jing replied softly through his consciousness...
"Now isn't the time to pretend to agree... A weakling has no value whatsoever. Only by being hard enough can my value become greater, and only then can I further stir the Ancient Ten Absolutes' desire to conquer me."
"But that dog Tian Wuxiu said it would be better to erase you."
"They won't. They can't possibly kill me now. I am still a massive lure for the Anti-Seal Faction."
"Perhaps they won't kill you, but both Absolute Beast and Absolute Sword want to possess you. After possessing you, they could still use your body as bait."
"That is why I must be even harder. As long as Absolute Pill Emperor wants to conquer my soul, he cannot let them possess me."
At this point in their conversation, Tian Wuchen finally understood...
Sikong Jing's talent was divided into two parts: one was his bodily talent, and the other was his soul talent...
If Sikong Jing yielded at once, then his soul talent would have no value at all. They could simply replace it.
On the contrary, the more resolute Sikong Jing was, the stronger Absolute Pill Emperor's desire to conquer