"Let's save this honor for someone else."
Ling Xian glared at the soul and suddenly smiled, "No, I should say, nobody gave you the chance to be honored."
"Ant, you are wearing out my patience and speeding up your death." The soul's killer's intent froze the entire ocean.
"Don't rush me. I have one last question."
Ling Xian softly grinned and shifted his gaze to the girl, "She is also from the Wind Tribe. Why didn't she die?"
"The familiar scent of a soul …"
The soul thought about it and said, "Back then, she came with the Wind Tribe on a boat. But she was not a descendant of Tian Wu."
Hearing this, the girl froze. She originally thought she found out who she was, but she found herself in an even bigger mystery.
Ling Xian froze as well.
Then, he realized a possibility and the corner of his lips curled up.
Ling Xian didn't know if the Wind Tribe adopted anyone else. But he knew that the First Elder's granddaughter was not a descendant of Tian Wu.
In other words, the girl was most likely the First Elder's granddaughter!
Therefore, why wouldn't Ling Xian be ecstatic?
"She is not of Tian Wu's blood and her cultivation level is merely at the meditational level. Such a weak soul is useless to me."
The soul spoke softly, "Therefore, when those ants risked their lives to send her away, I did not stop them. I merely sealed her memories."
"I see."
Ling Xian's frown relaxed and all his doubts disappeared. This made his entire body comfortable and relaxed.
However, the girl was enraged.
She stared at the soul body and said through gritted teeth, "So it was you who sealed my memory. Quickly undo it!"
"Release them just because you say so? Even if you are the Sorcerer God, you have no right to order me around. "The soul didn't care and ignored the girl.
"You!"
The girl was enraged and her body was shaking. But there was nothing she could do.
Seeing this, Ling Xian consoled, "Don't worry, I will make him release the seal."
"What a joke. Don't think that just because you have ancient majestic blood, you are a true God."
The soul snickered, "You are merely the perfect vessel I have my eyes on. You should worry about yourself."
"Like I said, just because I have my eyes on it doesn't mean I can have it."
Ling Xian's eyes were cold. His spiritual energy was burning like a flame. It was obvious that he was at his peak condition.
"I've also said that there's nothing I can't get if I want it."
The soul body spoke domineeringly. Even though it didn't have a physical body, it was tall and imposing, as if a supreme being had descended into this world.
Its aura was even more terrifying. It was as if it had evolved to the level of a celestial being, giving off a pressure that originated from the soul.
Even Ling Xian, who had the undefeatable mentality, felt a little shaken.
It wasn't fear, but a normal reaction. As long as one wasn't an Immortal, they would feel this kind of pressure.
"This person is not to be underestimated. In his perfect state, he is no weaker than a real immortal." Ling Xian silently sighed. Then, his expression turned determined.
Even though a spiritual body was an extremely terrifying existence, right now, it was just a soul. Just like the immortals in the Painting of the Nine Immortals, it was impossible for it to have much combat ability.
Moreover, he and the spirit body were already irreconcilable. Other than being firm in his belief, there was no other way out.
"Give up. Obediently abandon your soul and become my vessel."
The spirit said, "Struggling will only make me feel like a joke."
"I think you are the joke."
Ling Xian retorted, "You are merely a handicapped person with only a soul left. You have the nerve to call me a vessel?"
"You are using your body to take in my soul. Are you not a vessel?" The spirit mocked.
"Then, you are a stepping stone for me to climb to the peak. Plus, you are the most inconspicuous one."
Ling Xian's words were sharp, making the spirit's lungs explode.
He stared deadly at Ling Xian and said in a cold voice, "Ant, you are seeking death."
"Even if I am seeking death, you have no right to take my life!" Ling Xian's eyes shot out electricity. He didn't want to say anything else and attacked first.
BOOOM!
The sea rumbled and the space shook. Ling Xian's first move was to unleash three Disorder Conquering Fists.
"What a powerful fist technique. Sadly, you cannot unleash its true essence!"
The spirit was fearless. Light spewed out of him and a storm of spiritual energy engulfed the sky. Ling Xian's soul ached and his face turned pale.
His Disorder Conquering Fists, however, could not harm the spirit. Because this person was a soul. Physical attacks were useless.
On the other hand, the spirit's energy could directly harm his soul. There was no way to dodge or defend.
Therefore, Ling Xian's soul was in excruciating pain and his face was twisted.
"Ant, you have seen the difference between us. Even if I am only left with my soul, I can still crush you!"
The spirit laughed wildly. The storm of spiritual energy engulfed the sky and the earth, making all the sea beasts tremble and kneel down.
It was far too powerful. There was also a fundamental difference. Just like how a minister would kneel before the Emperor, it was natural for them to want to kneel.
Ling Xian was no exception.
However, how powerful was his determination? Why would he yield to the pressure of the soul?
"Have some backbone. I sure want to see how long you can last."
The spirit snickered. His spiritual energy continued to surge. Following a cold shout, it poured into Ling Xian's brain.
"Kneel!"
As if it was an order from a God or an order from a real immortal, these four words echoed in Ling Xian's brain. As much as he was in pain, he couldn't help but to bend down.
Even though he was trying his best to control himself and his entire body was shaking, he couldn't help but to bend down inch by inch.
What could he do? This spiritual pressure was far too powerful. Like the soul of a real immortal, it was much stronger than his own soul.
Therefore, Ling Xian lost his ability to resist and was completely controlled by this spiritual pressure.
This made the young girl's eyes brim with tears and her heart ached.
It was obvious that the spirit wanted to humiliate Ling Xian and make him kneel before him in order to mentally attack him.
Once he kneels down, not only will he lose, but his dignity will be gone as well.
Ling Xian was very clear about this.
Therefore, he tried his best to resist the spiritual pressure. Even if he dies, he won't kneel!
"Hahaha, useless struggle. I told you, you will obey me." The spirit laughed wildly and was full of arrogance.
But in the next instant, his laughter stopped abruptly.
Just as Ling Xian was about to kneel on the ground, he suddenly stopped. Then, he stood up inch by inch.
Every inch was extremely difficult. It was as if he was carrying hundreds of thousands of mountains on his back. Not only was his breathing heavy, but even his bones were making cracking noises.
However, he did not give up. Even though blood soaked his clothes, he did not give up.
At this moment, Ling Xian did not act like he did before. He did not straighten his back and explode with energy that shocked the heavens and earth. Right now, he was more like a normal person. But his determination made even a God feel ashamed!
Finally, he straightened his back. Though he was covered in blood, his demeanor was unparalleled and shocking.
Then, a sentence that was calm yet full of pride slowly came out of his mouth.
"You are merely a remnant of a soul. Even if you were at your prime, you cannot make me kneel!"
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