Around half a month later, Han Li reappeared in his own consciousness.0

"Welcome back, Fellow Daoist Han. Here for a rematch?" the self corpse soul asked with a smile, and it had clearly also made a full recovery.0

"That's right, but before that, I have something to ask you," Han Li replied.0

"Go ahead," the self corpse soul prompted.0

"Last time, you said that in order to sever you, I have to kill my friends, my wife, and my parents. Why is that?" Han Li asked.0

"That's something that you'll have to find out for yourself," the self corpse soul replied with a smile.0

Clearly, he knew the answer, but wasn't planning to reveal it.0

Han Li was silent for a moment, then sprang forward as he thrust a fist through the air, conjuring up a mountainous, golden fist projection that was imbued with devastating power.0

The self corpse soul remained unfazed as he thrust a palm forward in response, releasing waves upon waves of palm projections to oppose the oncoming attack.0

The golden fist projection tore through...0