How could he possibly accept this?
"Han Yijian, keep an eye on our surroundings, don't let anyone ambush us!"
Xu Xiwang gave Han Yijian a piece of advice.
Then, he slowly raised his arm, his palm shimmering with light, and a golden power of light rose up, about to purify Han Zhen's soul.
"I hope, let me do it."
Han Yijian lowered his head, patted Xu Xiwang's shoulder heavily, and tears streamed down his face.
Xu Xiwang glanced at him, sighed softly, and took two steps back.
"Grandpa Han Zhen, do you still remember me?"
Han Yijian took a deep breath and looked at Han Zhen, his right hand gripping the Nine Heavens Soaring Sword tightly.
Buzz~
A vast and powerful sword intent surged forth, filling the entire universe, its sharpness unmatched!
A look of confusion flashed across Han Zhen's eyes, as if he had remembered something.
But after a moment, his soul seemed to be affected, and his face became distorted, looking extremely ferocious.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Han Yijian: "Sword Body, such a physique still exists in this desolate land, not bad, not bad! Capture him and offer him as a blood sacrifice to the Holy Son, it will definitely increase the Holy Son's cultivation."
"Grandpa Han Zhen, don't you recognize me? My name is Han Yijian, and I am your most beloved grandson, Han Yijian!!"
With tears welling in his eyes and unbearable pain in his heart, Han Yijian roared angrily.
Han Zhen's face twisted constantly, sometimes in pain, sometimes contorted in rage, hesitant and indecisive, seemingly caught in a dilemma.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he roared, "Kill me! Only then will you be free!"
"Grandpa Han Zhen!"
Han Yijian exclaimed in shock, tears streaming down his face.
"Kill me! Kill me now!!"
Han Zhen roared as if he were insane.
He covered his head with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was contorted in a ferocious struggle.
He wants to wake up! He wants to break free from the control of the Holy Spirit Cult!
However, the more he struggled, the clearer the images in his mind became!
"Hehehe..."
Suddenly, he raised his head and stared intently at Han Yijian. He then grinned, his face full of mockery, and said, "Little brat, why do you like to spout such unrealistic nonsense! I am the servant of the Holy Son, I am the spokesperson for the Holy Spirit Cult, I have no family!!"
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