Lin Chang'sheng laughed.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Nanshan Daoist sneered, "I'd like to see what you'll do to me! At worst, I'll die and the Dao will dissipate, my soul scattered to the winds!"
No matter what kind of torture Lin Chang'sheng threatened, he showed no sign of surrender.
Lin Chang'sheng had seen this kind of person many times before; plenty who'd just been absorbed into the Soul Banner talked tough like this, but few could hold out to the bitter end.
"Got guts. Hope you can keep it up!"
Lin Chang'sheng raised his hand, and a swirl of flame appeared in his palm—the Cyan Lotus True Flame.
This fire could burn even the Divine Soul itself.
When he saw the Cyan Lotus True Flame manifest, a flicker of real fear flashed in Nanshan Daoist's eyes.
He'd already experienced its terrifying power once before, and couldn't help but feel a chill creep up his spine.
Still, Nanshan Daoist refused to yield.
