The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 6562
'Can't kill him? Could it be that Hetsema has also cultivated an immortal body like Xayvion?’ As he thought this, James suddenly unleashed a surge of Marcials Power to restrain Hetsema, who was lying on the ground.
Then, he looked at Truett. "So, is it that we can't kill him, or that he can't be killed?" "With your current strength, killing him is naturally easy,” Truett said solemnly. "However, he has cultivated the Level Two Demonic Body, and there is also a trace of Tai Chi Power in his body, which is equivalent to having three chances for reincarnation. Even if you decide to kill him for the sake of righteousness, he'll still carry the Demonic Spirit and reincarnate. Once he rises again, it'll be our nightmare."
At these words, James showed an expression of utter astonishment." More powerful than the Heavenly Path's reincarnation?"
Lesia suddenly transmitted her voice, "Master, what Truett said is true. It's not easy to kill once the Demonic Body is cultivated because killing him is equivalent to helping him. He will become stronger each time he reincarnates until all the taboos of the myriad realms and the divine paths are destroyed."
Upon hearing this, James furrowed his brow tightly. "How can we break this?" "There are two ways," Lesia said in a deep voice. "First, destroy his physical body and imprison his soul so that he cannot reincarnate. Or, use a Supernatural to extract his Demonic Spirit, but you will forever lose him."
At this, James looked profoundly thoughtful.

Hetsema deserved to die. Even though he was the product of his own past karma, he could not allow him to continue causing havoc in the future and harming the living beings of the myriad realms.
James dared not say that this was an act of righteousness in killing his kin, but even if he had to bear the name of a son-killer, he would never tolerate such a lunatic in his bloodline.
Thinking of this, James turned to Truett. "Hetsema and the Demonic Body deserve to be eradicated, and I'm willing to sacrifice everything for this cause."
As their eyes met, Truett looked at the determination in James’ eyes and fell silent. He knew that James had made up his mind and it was unchangeable.
After a while, he sighed heavily. "James, we're brothers..." "If we're brothers, let's have a toast." James took out a jar of Chaos Absinthe and offered it over.
Truett hesitated. "Is it appropriate to drink at this time?"
James replied, "This absinthe is precious. You can only take a sip."
Seeing James' solemnity, Truett reluctantly took the jar and took a sip.
Suddenly, he was enveloped in a dark light.
With a loud bang, he collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.
"Brother, I know what you want to say." James grabbed the jar of Chaos Absinthe and sighed lightly, "However, some things have to be done, even if everyone blames me and my reputation is ruined, justice will prevail in the end."