Master Shou...
It was the first time Xu Xiaoshou had heard such a bizarre form of address from someone other than Xu Xiaoji.
Had this thing, under Saint Slave's radiance, through someone's efforts, spread as his own infamous title?
The key was that hearing some "Master Whatever" from the mouth of a Sovereign Stage expert felt a little unreal.
Of course, even more unreal was the fact that this Sovereign Stage expert was currently kneeling before him! What was going on...
Xu Xiaoshou pressed a hand to his temple, feeling lightheaded.
In less than half a day since breaking through to the Throne Stage, two full-fledged Sovereign Stage experts, each harboring their own schemes, had already bowed before him.
Compared to Li Fugui's servile submission, Zhu Yike had made his purpose clear.
This time, Xu Xiaoshou finally understood where that strange feeling he had had from the very beginning—Zhu Yike's odd gaze upon him—came from.
"Why do you want to join Saint Slave?" Xu Xiaoshou was full of curiosity.
At this moment, the looks Feng Xiaose and Li Fugui gave Zhu Yike had also changed.
Saint Slave was not exactly some lofty, prestigious faction.
As Ba Zunan formally declared war on the Holy Spirit Hall, Saint Slave's former peace was bound to be shattered as well.
Xu Xiaoshou had even prepared himself for the Saint Slave members he knew to die one after another.
Yet at such a storm-tossed moment, Zhu Yike was asking to join Saint Slave.
Was he planning to enjoy none of the blessings and shoulder all the suffering himself?
As for whether he could approve someone's admission into Saint Slave, Xu Xiaoshou had not yet received Ba Zunan's authority to do so.
But he did have an Eight-Character Order tucked in his pocket, and given how