Moon Saber Sect’s senior disciple smiled wretchedly, shook his head, and didn’t reply.
"Since you came to kill me, you should know my identity." Su Clan’s Sixteen said dully, "Even if you don’t talk, as long as I bring you back to Su Clan’s headquarters… there are ways to get you to spill everything. Even if you die, I still have ways to extract your soul and get the answers I want!"
Her words weren’t meant to intimidate. As an ancient large cultivation clan, Su Clan possessed a good deal of mysterious methods.
Moon Saber Sect’s senior disciple became anxious. He knew well of Su Clan’s power and its methods.
He was still hesitating—now that his four limbs were severed, if he revealed information on Moon Saber Sect… even if Su Clan’s Sixteen spared his life, Moon Saber Sect wouldn’t!
All he had left was death!
Su Clan’s Sixteen seemed to be able to read his mind as she spoke again, "Tell me everything you know… I’ll let you die quickly."
