"You want to die? I won't let you!"
Chen Changming reached through the air and seized the Ancient Sword Immortal.
His fingers tightened like iron pincers, giving him no chance to break free.
By now, the Ancient Sword Immortal's strength had fallen to the First Layer of the Fusion Realm. Perhaps because he had left the Bronze Ancient Sword, his aura seemed quite weak.
"You don't have to keep your mouth shut. Sooner or later, I'll make you talk."
Chen Changming gave a cold laugh, summoned the Life and Death Bottle, and stuffed the Ancient Sword Immortal inside.
"Ah! You even have a Profound-Heaven Spirit Treasure of the Ancient Ghost Clan!"
Trapped inside the bottle, the Ancient Sword Immortal roared in shock.
His voice came from within, muffled but unable to hide his horror. An invisible force pinned down his shadowy form, leaving him unable to move, as though he had been locked in a cage.
"Haha! So what if I do?"
Chen Changming laughed and put away the Life and Death Bottle.
His laughter rang out, hearty and unrestrained, carrying the ease of someone who had finally settled a matter.
With the Life and Death Bottle, a Profound-Heaven Spirit Treasure, suppressing him, the Ancient Sword Immortal could not stir up any trouble.
Chen Changming knew he could not pry open the Ancient Sword Immortal's mouth with his current strength. Once he grew stronger, he would find a way to extract the details of the Spirit-Origin Immortal Stele from him.
Chen Changming looked at the Bronze Ancient Sword held fast by the Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Replica. Thoughtful, he muttered, "He calls himself the Ancient Sword Immortal. This bronze sword may still prove useful..."
As he spoke, he reached out and caught the Bronze Ancient Sword in his palm.
**Buzz!