"Madam Jiang, as long as you capture these two alive and hand them over to me, I will give you your son's soul. Remember, I want them alive," Song Wen said.
"That is impossible!" Jiang Wanyue raised her voice in a sharp shout.
"Why is it impossible? Do you no longer wish to save your son, madam?" Song Wen asked.
"It is not that I do not wish to. They are both formidable. Capturing them alive would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. Besides, Gou Yi is already dead. If two more Non-Clan Elders are lost, the Xiao Household will certainly investigate. When that happens, I will be in trouble as well," Jiang Wanyue said.
"That is something you must consider, madam. Whether your son is saved or not rests on a single decision of yours," Song Wen said.
"You..." Jiang Wanyue seethed. "You just said that you would hand over my son's soul if I answered a few questions!"
Song Wen said, "I did indeed say that. But your answers failed to satisfy me."
A vicious gleam flashed in Jiang Wanyue's eyes, and she clenched both fists.
"Gu Huang, do not think I am afraid of you. If you refuse to hand over my son's soul today, do not expect to leave here unscathed."
With that, Jiang Wanyue threw all caution aside and drove the Jade-White Longsword straight at Song Wen.
"Jiang Wanyue, are you not afraid I will destroy Xiao Yuankui's soul?"
As Song Wen finished speaking, a White-Gold Fireball took shape before him and hurtled toward the incoming longsword.
"Gu Huang, not only do you break your word, but your greed knows no bounds. Even if I brought Ji Jinglun and Corpse Daoist Yin before you alive, I doubt you would honestly hand over my son's