The artifact on him began to grow hot, golden light flickering and flowing over it. He had not looked closely before, but now, examining the Arm Ring on his wrist (which had now become a bracelet), he realized that the golden light on the artifact was a dense mass of golden Forbidden Curses.
The golden incantations, as tiny as flies' legs, flew onto the snow-white cocoon. Soon, the cocoon began to melt.
Chi Yu's attention was entirely on Lianchi, displeasing Xie Xiyi. His fingers curled slightly, and Fu Ze's body began to break apart. The restraint on his throat finally vanished, allowing him to cry out in terror, "Spare me, spare me! I didn't kill Lianchi. I have lots and lots of Spirit Stones and artifacts. Long Junior Brother, please spare me!"
Chi Yu's attention quickly shifted from the cocoon to Fu Ze. Seeing blood flowing from his seven orifices while he said such things, Chi Yu sneered. "You possessed Senior Brother Lianchi because you wanted to kill him. What's the point of spouting this nonsense now? You're a Mahayana Stage cultivator, at least. Shouldn't you die with some dignity?"
Fu Ze cursed inwardly. Easy for you to say! Who isn't afraid of death? Who isn't afraid of death?? Even Tribulation Transcendence Stage patriarchs fear death. Don't all those cultivators in the Cultivation World cultivate because they want to become powerful and live forever??
Fu Ze cursed furiously in his heart, but only to conceal his fear. Once again, he realized that he was a fish on someone else's chopping block. And he did not want to die. He did not want to die!
"As long as you don't kill me, I can serve you. I can do things for you. I'm a very useful blade!" Fu Ze pleaded.
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