Javier Sinclair's eyes turned icy as he stared at the Evil Cultivator clutched in his hand.
"You have some nerve, daring to possess my son." As Javier Sinclair spoke, his fingers tightened. The Primordial Spirit of the Evil Cultivator he held felt a searing pain in its soul.
"AHHH! No! Help me! Senior, spare me!"
"Urgh... If you spare my life, Senior, I am willing to become your soul servant and serve you for eternity."
Hearing this, Javier Sinclair sneered. "An Evil Cultivator who tried to possess my son thinks he's worthy of serving me? You dared to lay a hand on my son. For that, I will obliterate your very soul." In the Cultivation World, only the complete obliteration of the soul was true death.
Just as he was about to annihilate the Primordial Spirit, a voice slowly rang out.
"Father... wait."
