However, the tension between the two was palpable, the atmosphere thick with hostility.
"Hurry up and give me a copy of the *Thousand-Machine Stratagem*! And tell me where your Meng Family's treasure is—all of it!"
A vicious glint in his eyes, the Mahayana cultivator tried to force the soul to hand over what he wanted.
But the soul merely gave a cold smile, its eyes filled with disdain as it stared at him without a word.
It was as if it were looking at a clown.
The Mahayana cultivator flew into a rage. He struck the soul several times and threatened viciously, "Do you believe I won't slaughter every last one of your Meng Family's descendants?"
"Then you will be the one responsible for the ruin of your entire Meng Family!"
He had gone to great lengths to conjure this soul, all for the things he desired.
'This disobedient woman... It makes me want to flog her corpse even after she's dead!'
