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Pei Jingcheng's body stopped and seemed to be thinking slightly. He put down his silk hat, revealing a weather-beaten face with a slight smile on it.

"You must be curious as to why you can't move, right?" His tone was gentle, as if he was talking to a junior in his family:

"Because I'm worried that you will fail because you can't bear the pain."

Zhao Wujiang's face still had the same look of shock that he had just seen. He actually had a way to solve it, but he still didn't move.

He wanted to find out many things, such as why Pei Jingcheng chose to seize him, and what Pei Jingcheng said about the whereabouts of Zhao Changyuan.

"You must think I want to harm you, right?"

Black mist condensed in Pei Jingcheng's hand, and a long misty sword appeared in his hand. The sword was vast, and he sighed:

"I once owed your father some kindness, and I have always wanted to give you this piece of shit.

But your body is integrated with the other half of Tianjing, so if you want to get this half in my hand, you will have to endure great pain."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the black mist in his hand flew towards Zhao Wujiang, pouring in along Zhao Wujiang's mouth, nose, eyes and ears.

Zhao Wujiang felt the familiar yet unfamiliar sword energy enter his body, rushing through his body as if raging. He instinctively wanted to mobilize everything in his body to suppress it.

But his heart condensed slightly, and he remained calm and allowed the sword energy to rage.

He could clearly feel that the sword energy seemed to be crazily being devoured by Tian Jing in his body, gradually melting together like hunger and thirst, just like what Pei Jingcheng said, this black mist was the other half of Tian Jing.

It's just that this fusion brings heart-breaking pain, which is unbearable.

Doubts arose in his heart. Could it be that Pei Jingcheng really came here to send a surprise? Or was it really, as Pei Jingcheng said, that he was unable to move because he was afraid that he could not bear the failure?

But soon, Zhao Wujiang suppressed his doubtful thoughts and remained vigilant at all times.

Especially when the talisman presented by Yang Miaozhen has a warning of spontaneous combustion.

"Very good, I'm very pleased. The tiger father has no son, and he is worthy of being Zhao Changyuan's son."

Pei Jingcheng had a gentle smile and kind eyes. He could observe the trembling of Zhao Wujiang's eyes, as if he was suffering from pain.

He has always believed in being careful and sailing the ship of ten thousand years. Over the years, he has come step by step to where he is today, and it has never been based on arrogance.

Although his true cultivation level is already the Grand Master at the pinnacle of the ninth level, the strongest person under the heaven level, facing Zhao Wujiang, the chosen son and a man blessed by luck, he will not take it lightly at all.

So the half-shock he sent was actually a test to release goodwill and let Zhao Wujiang relax his vigilance to see if he was really unable to move and resist.

Faced with heartbreaking pain and kindness, people will instinctively reveal some flaws, such as releasing their cultivation to suppress the wrath of the sword energy when they are able to move.

Pei Jingcheng still did not feel the slightest fluctuation in Zhao Wujiang's cultivation, which also meant that Zhao Wujiang had really been suppressed by the aura of Seiya and his monstrous cultivation, and was unable to move.

As for the other half Tian Jing sent away? Anyway, after taking away Zhao Wujiang, everything belongs to him, Pei Jingcheng!

Pei Jingcheng took a step closer with kind eyes and smiled lightly:

"Do you know where your father Zhao Changyuan is now?"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes couldn't help but tremble, as if he was still enduring the pain of the perfect fusion of heaven and earth.

Pei Jingcheng always paid attention to Zhao Wujiang's eyes. He raised his hand and unveiled Zhao Wujiang's bronze mask. Looking at the elegant face, he sighed:

"The eyebrows between you and your father are very similar.

But Zhao Changyuan is already dead.

Died in the Sword Tomb."

The initial look of shock was still on Zhao Wujiang's cheeks, but his eyes were faintly trembling, as if he was angry.

Pei Jingcheng's smile became gentler. In his opinion, this was how it should be.
Chapter completed!