Peng Wanli laughed disdainfully. "Mu Taiqing, you only want to kill that kid surnamed Yang. As for me, whatever happens to that kid surnamed Yang has nothing to do with me. It makes no difference whether I kill him early or late. You're the only one in a hurry, aren't you?"
Mu Taiqing's face darkened. His three souls were in Yang Chen's hands—how could he not be anxious?
Peng Wanli was different. Peng Wanli's words referred to the Spirit God Clan Crown Prince, who could rise sooner or later. Once his secret cultivation reached the Transcendent Realm, no one in the world would be able to control him. Naturally, he had nothing to worry about.
But Mu Taiqing was different.
If he did not reclaim his three souls, he could neither sleep nor eat in peace.
"Peng Wanli, don't forget that we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Without me, do you think you could have escaped the suppression of the Mountain River Destruction Map?" Mu Taiqing said in a deep voice.
Peng Wanli burst into laughter. "Mu Taiqing, spare me that act. Without me back then, do you think you could have come back from the dead and regained Eternal Life? The relationship between us is one of benefits, transactions, and equality. Don't try to lord it over me. I don't want to remind you of this matter again and again."
Mu Taiqing's expression darkened. He was greatly displeased by Peng Wanli's words.
Now that he no longer had the Mountain River Destruction Map, he truly could not be certain of defeating Peng Wanli.
"If you choose not to go, then forget it. This Great Secret Realm lies underground, very, very close to the Underworld. There may well be a great deal of Earth Profound Nether Qi there. If