As soon as Yan Jue raised his head, he saw a covered-up man whose accent sounded childish.
Yan Jue smiled disdainfully and said: "Oh, you are a person who is reluctant to show your true face, and you are worthy of stopping the person I want."
"Really, sir, please be careful. After all, it is easy for your venerable lord to escape alone. I just wonder if venerable Yan Jue can take Immortal Master Yuqing away with him?" the man said with a smile. , the tone is still so flat with a hint of joking.
Yan Jue's only opponent in this life is Ye Zijin, in his previous life and in this life as well. What he hates most is when someone threatens him with Ye Zijin, even if he doesn't know the person in front of him.
"You dare to threaten me?" Yan Jue narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, his sleeves seemed to move automatically without wind, full of terrifying murderous intent.
"How could Venerable Yan Jue think like this? Your Majesty can understand this as my kind reminder..." the young man smiled. The sweet laughter sounded quite ironic to Yan Jue.
This is the first time in his life that he has been threatened like this. This feeling is not wonderful at all.
"Then if I insist on taking him away, what will you do?" Yan Jue said while suppressing his anger.
The young man said softly: "I can't do anything. After all, Lord Yan Jue is a genius who has not been born in the world of cultivation for thousands of years. I just don't know if Dr. Feng can endure the pain of the soul-chasing nail."
Soul Chasing Nail.
"How dare you use such a thing on him." The Soul-Chasing Nail is something that the entire world of cultivation is afraid of.
When the soul-chasing nail first entered the cultivator's body, he was unconscious. After three days, the cultivator felt sore all over, and every muscle and veins were swelling and painful. He obviously felt uncomfortable in his body, but he still did it. He couldn't do anything, he could only endure the torture of the soul-chasing nails bit by bit.
You can't live but you can't die.
The most terrifying thing about the soul-chasing nail is not its endless torture. What is even more frightening is that it must torture the host for a certain period of time. The host must not seek death during the process and can only rely on its own perseverance. If you endure it, if you seek death, the soul of the cultivator will be severely damaged.
What's more, they were completely destroyed on the spot.
Even if you really endured the torture of the soul-chasing nails in the past, you are still a useless person or suffering from diseases.
"Master Yan Jue, please don't scare me. It would be bad if I accidentally activate the soul-chasing nail in Doctor Feng's body."
"I believe that Venerable Yan Jue also doesn't want to see Dr. Feng being tortured by the soul-chasing nails to the point where he is unable to survive or die."
Yan Jue pinched his fingers until they turned white, as if he had to hold it back with great effort.
"What do you want?" Yan Jue seemed to have put down his pride, and there was a hint of peace in his words.
Even when he was at his most humble in his previous life, he did not lower his attitude so low, because he knew that he could live without this glory, but he would never let them humiliate his pride.
But now he easily accepted it for the sake of the person in front of him, and it didn't seem to be a big deal.
He looked at Ye Zijin and thought, as long as he wakes up and calls him brother, he will be satisfied.
"Don't be so nervous, Lord Yan Jue, my target is not you." The young man's cheerful tone was like the cheerful birds in the morning forest, which was very inconsistent with the tense atmosphere.
(End of chapter)