"Tell me to open up my soul and accept your enslavement? Impossible!" Within the Mirage Dragon Pearl Space, Wang Baimu's face was deathly pale as he shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Seated cross-legged before Wang Baimu, Ye Zhen casually snapped his fingers. "Old Wang, you need to understand that I'm not discussing whether this is feasible with you. I'm notifying you in advance, so you can accept this fact."
"To be honest, whether you agree or not doesn't matter. With my method of imprisoning Innate Souls, even if you refuse to cooperate, I can still forcibly extract a wisp of your Innate Soul," Ye Zhen said.
Wang Baimu swallowed nervously. The secret art Ye Zhen spoke of, one that imprisoned souls, was indeed rare, but from his experience, Ye Zhen's expression did not look like a lie.
Yet even so, Wang Baimu still did not wish to accept Ye Zhen's so-called enslavement through imprisonment of his Innate Soul.
As a Half-step Dao Realm martial artist, his life, put simply, had been spent walking his own martial path.
But what was the purpose of walking the martial path? To become powerful, to gain freedom, to make the world and heavens broader before him.
Yet now, Ye Zhen suddenly said he wanted to imprison his Innate Soul. It was no different from destroying the spiritual pillar and goal of his entire life.
He simply could not accept it.
"I can swear a Soul Oath. I can follow your demands and use my Origin Vital Blood and Innate Soul to lay down the most vicious blood curse. I'll obey your commands and run east and west in your service," Wang Baimu pleaded.
Ye Zhen looked at Wang Baimu, who seemed ready to swear heaven-shaking oaths on the spot to make Ye Zhen