Liu Ming's wrist flicked, tossing the charm in front of him, then he squeezed it between his hands, which he fiercely rubbed together. Immediately, a mass of blood-colored flames erupted between his hands, and from within the yellow talisman, the panicked and pleading voice of the golden-armored man emerged.
"Senior, please stop, I am willing to submit to you. Please don't erase my spiritual wisdom. With me by your side as a servant, I can surely be of great assistance to you."
"Hmph, just a mere symbol spirit, do you think I can't cultivate one myself? Rather than keeping you, I might as well cultivate a new one from scratch."
With an expressionless face, Liu Ming spoke and then ruthlessly rubbed his hands together once more.
The golden-armored man let out another scream of agony, and a wisp of black qi burst forth from the yellow talisman, followed by silence, with no further sound emitting.