Nine-Color's Martial Soul Avatar had been shattered, her divine skill interrupted, and her restraining power dispelled. Huo Yuhao recalled the Throwing Knife from the air and stretched a little. The next moment, he appeared before Nine-Color.
He lightly caught her by the throat with one hand and gave a disdainful smile.
"Nine-Color, just as I said, you're nothing in my eyes.
"The only reason I patiently listened to your nonsense and wasted so much time on you was that you happened to possess a body I care about. I've been so gentle with you only because I didn't want to hurt her."
"Get out on your own now, and I can guarantee you a dignified death. Otherwise, I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes."
"Choose for yourself, but don't take too long. I don't have that much patience to waste on you."
"Huo Yuhao, do you think I'm an idiot? I'll die either way, so why should I come out? Why shouldn't I take her to the grave with me?"
Nine-Color had begun smashing the already cracked pot, abandoning all restraint. Just as she had said, neither of Huo Yuhao's choices offered her a way to survive.
Huo Yuhao shook his head.
"No, those choices aren't the same. With the first, I'll have Seven-Color devour you. Strictly speaking, you won't have died. It could even count as a different kind of rebirth.
"But with the second, I'll forcibly refine you and merge you into the Bright Half-Plane. That would truly reduce you to smoke and ashes.
"Think it over. Will you drag Zhang Lexuan down and perish with her, or let Seven-Color devour you? You'll still be a plane will then. It's just that Seven-Color will have devoured your consciousness!"
"You... Huo Yuhao, don't push me too