Faithless to One's Word

Miao Tong wore a terrified expression as he hurriedly explained.

"Senior, do not believe Hao Man's slander. This junior has absolutely no such intentions. If Senior does not trust this junior, this junior can swear a soul oath. Should I break this oath, may my soul scatter and my spirit dissipate."

Song Wen shook his head. Miao Tong knew far too many of his secrets. He did not dare place his life and fortune upon an oath, even if it was a soul oath.

"Open your sea of consciousness and let me plant the 'Soul-Locking Curse.'"

Miao Tong stared at Song Wen in shock. Having someone plant a Soul-Locking Curse meant one's life and death rested upon another's whim. For the rest of one's life, one would have to obey another's commands, no different from a puppet.

"What? You are unwilling?"

Song Wen's icy voice rang out. "Fine, then I will kill you outright. Only the dead can keep secrets better."

As his words fell, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded through the air.

A blood-colored tentacle shot fiercely toward Miao Tong's head.

If the tentacle struck him, Miao Tong's skull would surely shatter, killing him instantly.

"Senior, please wait! This junior is willing to let you plant the 'Soul-Locking Curse'!" Miao Tong hurriedly said.

"You are truly willing? Do not force yourself."

Song Wen looked at Miao Tong with a faint smile that was not quite a smile. Several blood-colored tentacles behind him flailed about, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

Miao Tong hurriedly nodded hard, then opened his sea of consciousness.

"Senior, this junior is willing of his own accord. Please cast the Soul-Locking Curse."

The Soul-Locking Curse itself was not particularly profound.

The only difficulty of this technique was that the other party had to cooperate completely. Otherwise, even