"And now, you're the only one left."
Having killed Qinghan Venerable, Yang Xiao turned to face the gloomy-looking Yun Aotian.
This Peak Powerhouse from the Profound Celestial Sect was a man of high status and great authority, one of its leading figures. He had always been decisive and ruthless, but at this mont, he had beco the very type of person he most disdained and looked down upon.
Indecisive, timid...
Now, as Yang Xiao's gaze fell upon him, Yun Aotian wanted to fight, but he couldn't summon the courage.
His strength was considerable, more than a notch above Qinghan Venerable's.
But unlike Qinghan Venerable, who had been over a hundred years his junior, the roughly three-hundred-year-old Yun Aotian was far more terrified of death. Extrely so.
So, when he saw Yang Xiao seemingly preparing to point his sword at him, a stiff, sycophantic smile crept onto his not-so-aged face. "Young Master Yang, there's no deep-seated hatred between us. Must we take things this far?"
"Oh? And what's this?"
Yang Xiao chuckled mockingly.
'I originally thought Yun Aotian would be the hardest bone to gnaw on.'
'That's why I saved him for last.'
'But I never expected...'
'This bone is soft.'
"In any case, I am a Martial Saint at the Peak of Tier Nine, one of the people standing at the very pinnacle of the Celestial Cloud Region. I doubt even you have any certainty of victory, do you, Young Master Yang?"
"You're welco to try and find out."
Yang Xiao sneered.
Yun Aotian's expression changed, and he could only humble himself further. "How about this, Young Master Yang? I'll offer you half of my life's savings to befriend you. What do you say?"
Yun Aotian's heart ached as he said this.
His life's savings were by no ans a small sum.
Giving away half was practically killing him. If it weren't to save his own life, he would never have made such an offer.
"Half? If I kill you, I can take it all. Do you really think I'd agree to that?"
"You!"
Seeing Yang Xiao pressing him so relentlessly, completely unyielding, Yun Aotian grew annoyed. But then he rembered the terror of the Evil Sword and Yang Xiao's speed from monts before.
He forced himself to hold back his anger.
"Fine. I'm willing to give you everything. I only ask that you spare my life, Young Master Yang. How about it?"
This ti, he didn't bother with talk of making friends, directly asking to be spared.
Although his tone was a bit firr, it was an official surrender.
A pity.
If it had been soone else who had conceded this much, Yang Xiao might have let it go.
But this man was a follower of the Immortal Dao.
Just monts ago, he had tried to kill Lu Fangliang.
Leaving Lu Fangliang in his current state.
How could Yang Xiao possibly let him off so easily?
'Does such a bargain exist in this world?'
"No! Unless..."
Yang Xiao's eyes darted, and he deliberately trailed off.
This caused the old man to first feel a surge of rage, but that was quickly followed by a flicker of hope.
He truly didn't want to fight Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao's power was just too bizarre.
He had no confidence he could win.
In fact, the odds of him losing were extrely high.
To survive, Yun Aotian no longer had any bottom line.
"Unless what?"
he asked anxiously.
Yang Xiao smiled. "Unless you're willing to beco my slave and let plant a Slave Seal in your Sea of Consciousness. I'll spare you then. How about it?"
"A slave!"
Yun Aotian's entire body trembled.
He had never, ever imagined...
...that Yang Xiao would make such a demand.
Forcing him to beco a slave.
'This little brat, how dare he even think of such a thing!'
"That's right, a slave. I'll give you three breaths to consider. After three breaths, we fight to the death. We'll see who lives and who dies then,"
Yang Xiao said coldly.
His voice was laced with confidence.
And those words were the final blow for Yun Aotian.
In an instant, he seed to age trendously.
The skin on his face sagged.
After a mont of silence, he said, "Fine. I agree. I only hope you won't go back on your word."
Hearing this, both Yang Xiao and Lu Fangliang were stunned.
'Has this old bastard gone crazy?'
'He's willing to beco soone's slave just for a chance to live.'
'This is just...'
'It completely shattered our worldview and redefined our understanding of rock bottom.'
"You're really willing?"
Yang Xiao asked subconsciously.
"I am. The Dao I seek is rely longevity. As long as I can avoid death, I will accept any condition. Besides, I see that you, Master, are so young and yet so powerful, and you are the Evil Sword Inheritor. Your future growth will surely shake the heavens and the earth. If I align myself with you now, my own future may not be without prospects. Wouldn't you agree, Master?"
At first, Yun Aotian's expression was one of resignation, but as he spoke, he grew more and more excited.
It was as if he could already see the day when Yang Xiao would achieve great fa, ascend to the absolute summit, and he, too, would be bathed in endless glory.
What's more, he had already started calling Yang Xiao "Master."
His deanor, this change, that thick skin of his...
It left both Yang Xiao and Lu Fangliang utterly dumbfounded.
After a long mont, Yang Xiao recovered and said to Yun Aotian coolly, "In that case, kneel. I will now apply the Slave Seal."
"Yes, Master."
With that, this Peak Powerhouse from the Profound Celestial Sect, a man of high status and great authority, actually knelt before Yang Xiao, his aura completely still.
It seed he was afraid Yang Xiao might misunderstand his intentions.
At this mont, anyone could probably take this old man's life with a single palm strike.
And Yang Xiao...
...hesitated for a mont, but ultimately, he didn't strike.
'Taking this guy as a slave might not be a bad thing,' Yang Xiao sighed inwardly. 'Forget it. I'll just treat it as if I've tad a Barbaric Beast at the Peak of Tier Five.'
With an internal sigh, a series of profound hand seals materialized from his fingers, forming a strange, golden character.
Slave!
It was the character for 'slave' from the Ancient Era.
At the sa ti, Yang Xiao had the Heaven and Earth Origin Fla separate a strand of Orange Fla and rge it into the character.
Instantly, the "Slave" character beca even more mysterious, exuding an aura from the dawn of ti and radiating imnse power.
While doing this, Yang Xiao kept a close watch on Yun Aotian, and he saw not the slightest sign of resistance.
With a flick of his finger...
...the Slave Seal shot into the center of Yun Aotian's brow.
Imdiately after, Yang Xiao felt his own consciousness enter Yun Aotian's Sea of Consciousness, carrying with it a powerful might that seized control.
'Did it work?'
A thought flashed through Yang Xiao's mind.
He let out a slight sigh of relief.
Once the Slave Seal was in place, no matter how powerful Yun Aotian was, it would be impossible for him to escape his control.
Even his very thoughts would be known to Yang Xiao. If he ever had a thought detrintal to his master, he would suffer imnse pain, and the thought itself would be restricted or even erased.
He would beco a slave dedicated solely to his master.
In other words, Yun Aotian was no longer a threat.
But just then, Yang Xiao's expression suddenly changed.
'Damn it! This old bastard... could it be... he already had a master!'
Yang Xiao roared in his mind, trying to control the Slave Seal and withdraw it from Yun Aotian's Sea of Consciousness.
Because, just after he took control of Yun Aotian's consciousness, an incomparably terrifying will had suddenly appeared.
It was as if it were declaring its own territory.
It launched an attack on Yang Xiao.
Its aura was imnsely powerful.
It gave Yang Xiao the feeling of an unstoppable force.
So, in that single instant, he decided to flee.
But alas...
It was too late.
An unrivaled aura instantly bore down on Yang Xiao's will, threatening to crush and shatter his Spirit Will in a single mont!
To obliterate Yang Xiao!
(PS: Chapter 3 is here. Thank you to readers Guan Zhong Han Zi, Yu, Chi Se Kong Bu, Uchiha Sasuke 2, Hai Zi Ta Ma M, and others for your donations. Thank you all for your support and recognition. Thanks.)
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