Hearing Su Shi'er tell him to leave, the demonic cultivator's soul did not move an inch. Instead, he shrank back, craning his neck.
"Look... how about you withdraw this secret art of Spiritual Sense Attack first?"
His gaze fell on the finger-length Spiritual Sense Sword before Su Shi'er's soul as the demonic cultivator's soul spoke cautiously.
Clearly, he did not believe a single word Su Shi'er had said.
What a joke.
The Spiritual Sense Sword was locked onto him. If his soul truly left the Demonic Cultivator Body completely—
The sword light would likely strike in the next instant.
When that happened, he would have nowhere to hide and no way to evade it. He would certainly die.
On the contrary, right now—
Though all vitality had vanished from the physical body, Demon God Xuantianjun had once descended into it.
Its strength had already far surpassed that of a Tribulation Crossing stage magnate.
If the Dantian Small Universe had not been shattered, he could certainly have seized this body again before its vitality completely dispersed.
"What are you afraid of? If I truly wanted to make a move against you, why would I waste my breath telling you to leave?
Or are you saying that you never truly repented and have merely been playing along with me here?!"
A faint smile curved across Su Shi'er's soul as his scrutinizing gaze firmly locked onto the demonic cultivator's soul.
He had not believed a single word the demonic cultivator said.
From the very beginning, he had resolved to eradicate this demonic cultivator completely.
The Demonic Cultivator Body had been transformed from his former demonic infant, while the demonic cultivator's consciousness had been spawned through some secret technique by the former Holy Son of Tiandao Palace.
Over the years, the demonic cultivator's way