But Tongtian knew full well that he intended to suppress Lin Tian. Why had he chosen this moment to send him away?
"Tongtian, if you let me out of the Executioner Immortal Sword Formation, I will certainly treat you with courtesy hereafter!"
During the War of the Investiture of the Gods, the Four Saints had barely managed to break this foremost killing formation under heaven. Now he was alone. If Tongtian refused, how could he possibly get out?
Although the formation could do nothing to him either, if he missed today's opportunity, there would never be another Zhunti to lure Lin Tian out...
After trying to play along, he could only give in.
Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong approach.
Or rather, he had asked a question whose answer he already knew.
A Saint's powers reached through heaven and earth. The Jiejiao had flourished through Lin Tian's efforts; that alone was reason enough for Tongtian to protect his life.
Pitifully, Jieyin knew this perfectly well, but his magic treasures were constrained and could not match the Executioner Immortal Sword Formation. He could only utter these words and invite humiliation upon himself.
"Everyone says Jieyin is vicious and cunning, his mind teeming with schemes, a hundred calculations surging into his heart. Even Saints are made to serve his purposes. How did such foolish words come out of your mouth?"
Back during the War of the Investiture of the Gods, Jieyin had persuaded both Laozi and Yuanshi to leave their sacred palaces and join forces against the Jiejiao. How glorious he had been then!
Whenever Tongtian recalled that affair, the scar upon his heart throbbed with pain. Even without Lin Tian, he would never let Jieyin off easily.
"Today, Zhunti will surely die at Lin Tian's hands. Just watch my swords!"
Tongtian