The black Divine Spear pierced Long Yuan's chest at blinding speed.
He had no time to put up even the slightest defense.
It was simply that powerful.
A tiny, palm-sized glazed nascent soul leaped out of his shattered body.
It was Long Yuan's nascent soul.
He neither begged for mercy nor uttered any vicious threats.
"It was all my fault. Having chosen to serve as a hunting hawk and hound, I knew long ago that this day would come!"
"He Pingsheng, I won't ask you to spare me. Even if you kill me right now, I will have no complaints!"
"But... calamity must not be visited upon wives and children!"
"I hope that after killing me, you won't trouble my wife and children!"
He Pingsheng said coolly, "Well said. Calamity must not be visited upon wives and children. But let me ask you, Lord Long Yuan: what crime did my master commit?"
"What crimes did my senior sister and senior brother commit?"
Long Yuan said, "Blame me for everything, but none of them died, after all!"
"They're all alive and well in the Royal Family's Heavenly Prison!"
"Let me, Long Yuan, bear all the blame. Will that do?"
"Fine!" He Pingsheng shook his head and said, "I won't touch your wife or children!"
"As long as they don't come seeking revenge!"
"But there's one condition: I must be able to rescue my master and senior sister!"
"If even one member of my sect dies in your Qi Kingdom, everyone in your household, young and old, will follow you to the Yellow Springs!"
Boom...
As he spoke, He Pingsheng waved his hand and unfurled a banner.
The Ten-Thousand Souls Banner!
Countless sinister, vicious auras surged out of it.
"Capture..." Magic power poured endlessly from He Pingsheng's body, drawing Long Yuan's soul