"To be frank, I won't let you go. The value of your divided soul far surpasses the so-called Soul Splitting Technique. That is also why I haven't directly used the Soul Capturing Technique to kill you."
"Then you won't get anything at all." The soul power of the Celestial Demon's Lord's divided soul suddenly began to fluctuate. "The Celestial Demon Race has a Soul Destruction Technique, passed down through generations, specifically to ensure that the Celestial Demon Race can die with dignity. Your Soul Capturing Technique can't block it, nor can it control it."
Wen Jiu did not doubt the Celestial Demon Lord's words because the turbulence in soul power had already formed, like a vortex. Perhaps with a single thought from the Celestial Demon Lord, this vortex could instantly obliterate the divided soul.
For the sake of this divided soul, Wen Jiu ultimately restrained his killing intent. "Serve me for two hundred years, and I will return your freedom."
