"You, you are..."
Ling Cunwei looked at Shi Xiaole, his eyes red and teary, even though he was a man of iron will.
"Uncle, we'll catch up later. There's something important I need to do right now," said Shi Xiaole.
A spiritual seed could be large or small. If it was the latter, the impact on the person would not be significant. But Shi Xiaole had condensed a fifth of his at once. If it were destroyed, it would deal a fatal blow to his spirit.
Shi Xiaole didn't believe that the Falling Sky Sword Emperor was unaware of this, yet the latter was merciless.
If it weren't for inheriting Shi Xiaole's flying skill and combat techniques, and it was only the beginning of their battle, the spiritual seed might have been killed already!
"What's the matter?"
Ling Cunwei's thoughts couldn't catch up.
Shi Xiaole didn't speak. In the next moment, Ling Cunwei felt himself being supported by a strong and gentle energy, and the mountains and scenery around him blurred into obscurity.