Lin Feng's other Mental Bodies had not found any fragment of Ying Tian's soul, and the Supreme Sovereign had stepped forward to plead for him.
It could be concluded that Ying Tian had no soul fragments.
Once this soul of his was ground away, he would be completely dead.
"Ahhh!" As the Soul Crusher turned, Ying Tian let out wave after wave of miserable screams.
"Dad, I don't want to die!"
Ying Tian felt that his soul was about to dissipate.
Scenes from his life flashed through his mind.
When he was young, he and his father had endured several hard years. After that, their days only grew better and better.
As his father's strength increased, he could have anything he wanted—cultivation techniques, resources, women, money, power, and more—all within easy reach.
On the surface, his father despised him, but in truth, he doted on him greatly.
Even when he restored the imperial system, the Supreme Sovereign had not interfered. Only after things went wrong did he come out to clean up his mess.
He had even helped him break through to the Martial Saint realm.
His breakthrough into the Martial Saint realm had consumed a vast amount of resources.
If those resources had been given to other talented martial artists, they might well have produced two Martial Saints.
Yet the Supreme Sovereign had still given them to him.
Throughout his life, he had enjoyed limitless wealth and honor, getting wind when he wanted wind and rain when he wanted rain.
Yet he had still considered himself a useless good-for-nothing and wanted to prove himself.
That was why he had launched this sneak attack. In the end, not only had he lost his life, but his soul was about to scatter into smoke and vanish into thin air.
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