The Daoist in white had yet to react when the dagger had already pierced straight into his heart, puncturing it.
Even for a Spirit Source martial artist, a pierced heart was a fatal injury.
"If you had told the truth, I might have spared your life, but it's a pity you don't cherish it," Fang Lin shook his head and said.
The Daoist in white opened his mouth but only blood poured out, unable to utter a word.
With a wave of his hand, Fang Lin called the dagger back and then gripped the Daoist in white, taking him into the Supreme Saint Hall.
An expert of the fifth level of Spirit Source was not someone Fang Lin would truly kill just like that. Stabbing his heart with a short sword was merely for the purpose of refining him into a puppet.