A Fleeting Flash

Tang Xiao grinned savagely at the two Jedi Masters before him. They were the ones who had led an invasion of Bespin Planet, been personally killed by him in the fierce battle, and then resurrected as his servants.

"You seem to have recovered quite well, Green Beatty, and... Aiden Ward," Tang Xiao said calmly. "How do you feel? Getting used to this place?"

Their expressions immediately darkened, but neither said a word.

Tang Xiao smiled faintly. "How about this? I'll give you another chance. If you can defeat me, then I'll... well, I can't exactly let you go, but at the very least, I can send you to Dawn Star Planet to live out the rest of your lives as ordinary people. And I absolutely won't interfere with your lives in any way. How does that sound?"

As he spoke, he unfastened his Lightsaber from his waist and casually tossed it far away. "See? I won't even use my Lightsaber. That should be sincere enough, right?"

Green Beatty and Aiden Ward exchanged a glance. Then, moving in perfect unison, they made their choice—drawing their Lightsabers!

Swish~~~! Hum~~~!

The plasma blades and their containment fields gave off a faint hum.

And the Lightsabers in their hands were...

Red!!

The smile on Tang Xiao's lips deepened. Earlier, he had sent the two Jedi Masters he had resurrected as servants to the soul of Darth Tenebrus. On one hand, it was for their recovery; on the other, it was to let the soul of that powerful Sith Lord continue tempting them to fall to the Dark Side.

Although everyone he resurrected became his servant, these two Jedi Masters possessed wills that were far too strong. Destroying their resistance and making them completely fall was no easy matter.

But now, it seemed Darth Tenebrus