"Since that's the case, let me tell you something first!"
"Your Six Demonic Sects have already invaded our Yue Kingdom. In other words, we're enemies now, so I can't be bothered to interrogate you for secrets anymore. I'll simply extract your primordial spirit and destroy it, rather than waste any more time."
Han Li spoke grimly, his expression dark. At his words, the man who had only just suffered at his hands turned ashen.
"Invaded your Yue Kingdom? How is that possible? It isn't time yet!"
The moment those frantic words escaped his mouth, his face went deathly pale, and regret crossed his features.
Han Li, meanwhile, was inwardly startled.
"You knew about this? It seems I really underestimated you. Still, no matter how high your former standing in the Spirit Controlling Sect was, you're only a Qi Refining Stage cultivator now! Don't blame me for being ruthless."
Han Li's brows slowly rose, and murderous intent appeared on his face as he spoke.
Then he turned his hand over, and the Soul-Gathering Bowl appeared in his palm again. Its sinister chill immediately descended once more.
What happened next surprised Han Li. "Qu Hun" showed no fear at all. Instead, he stared at the bowl, a strange expression on his face.
Then "Qu Hun" let out a long, melancholy sigh and suddenly said:
"This concerns the survival of your Seven Sects, but how can you guarantee you'll spare me after I tell you? I'll most likely still end up having my soul refined to death!"
His face involuntarily twitched when he spoke of having his soul refined.
Hearing how solemnly he spoke, Han Li rubbed his nose and put the bowl away again with a wave of his hand.
"What sort of guarantee do you want? As long as it's reasonable,