The half-human, half-centipede Daoist looked desolate. He remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, and did not speak for a long while.
"Fellow Daoist, could you spare me just once?"
Hundred Legged Heavenly Monarch raised his head and asked, "I am willing to honor you as my superior and serve you like a dog or horse."
"This world is vast, more than enough for both of us to cultivate. In the future, we may even walk the path of Spirit Transformation and ascension together. At the very least, we can support one another."
Honor you as my superior.
Not acknowledge you as my master.
Jiang Ding's gaze shifted slightly.
Even now, the half-centipede Daoist before him remained proud. He valued freedom as much as his own life.
His greatest concession was to become another's subordinate, not another's slave or spirit pet.
"Fellow Daoist Hundred Legged."
"Make your move."
Jiang Ding avoided answering directly and slowly drew his sword. "Whether I spare you or not, that is far too presumptuous. You are, after all, a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator. You are dangerous. You possess the ability to kill me. That makes me uneasy."
That was the truth.
At the Spirit Transformation realm, he was nowhere near invincible. Encountering a Spirit Transformation prodigy could cost him his life in an instant; he was not yet qualified to look down upon others.
He understood that clearly himself.
Clang—
As blade scraped against sheath, a Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain spanning more than sixteen hundred kilometers spread in every direction.
All kinds of sword intent formed the sky, the earth, the flow of Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning. More than a hundred thousand different sword intents formed a complete world.
The instant this Sword Dao World appeared, it brought crushing pressure upon