Burial Immortal Battlefield

"What was going on with the mountain below?" He really was damned sly. Ren Jie thought this as he finally stopped the brutal torture of Thieving Taoist's Immortal Soul Power and spoke again. This was the standard answer he wanted; through it, he could also test certain things. Now that Thieving Taoist had said these words, Ren Jie understood his character even better. At the same time, he admired the fellow. If he had truly failed to understand, that would have been one thing, but he had clearly understood Ren Jie's intentions and still held out for so long, pretending for so long. This fellow really was cunning enough.

Now that Ren Jie had finally stopped, Thieving Taoist felt as though the end of the world had passed and he had come back to life. His heart was filled with horror. Who was this guy? How could he wield that kind of seal and even seal him away? The crucial point was that he was now sealed as well, and this seal truly was not as simple as the one he had previously cracked. It was far stronger and far more complex.

Most terrifying of all, Thieving Taoist had never encountered anyone so difficult to deal with. Right now, he was even more depressed and pained than when that bull-headed fellow had inexplicably bombarded him so madly.

What kind of nonsense was this? He had painstakingly spent over two years cracking this seal, only to be viciously beaten the moment he emerged and then sealed again. The key was that this guy was utterly impervious to reason or coercion, and he had him completely pinned down. For the first time, Thieving Taoist felt himself forced into a corner, compelled to do things according to someone else's rules and methods. Miserable—far