The suddenly appearing First Seat of Saint Slave had plainly stunned everyone silly.
Yama's two men were filled with suspicion and alarm.
Even if Xu Xiaoshou was not here at the moment, there was still the slightest possibility that the person before them was Xu Xiaoshou in disguise.
But how could Sword Thought be explained?
Storyteller was a dignified Cutting Path expert. Why would he cooperate with Xu Xiaoshou in such a nonsensical performance?
Besides, what was there in it for him? Storyteller was the strongest force present. Did he need to cooperate with a fake First Seat of Saint Slave? For what?
Surely the two of them were not working together just for that drop of Holy Blood! Jiang Chaotian was even more terrified.
The two mysterious figures from Yama, both wielding Lei Clan Eyes, and Storyteller of Saint Slave had already come at them menacingly.
Now, this abruptly appearing First Seat of Saint Slave had snatched away his final means of turning the tables in one stroke.
He was not Jiang Xian.
For a life-saving trump card like Holy Blood, he did not have three drops—he had only one!
Now that he had lost the Holy Blood, the moment the First Seat of Saint Slave, with Sword Thought attached to his hand, appeared, Jiang Chaotian immediately recalled the terror of the Jiang Clan party in Sunlit Manor being dominated by that masked man.
Back then, the other party had not even needed to make a move. Everyone had lost the ability to resist!
At this moment, seeing that everyone had given him face and stopped fighting, while Passive Value for "Fear" and "Suspicion" continued to pour in, Xu Xiaoshou nodded with considerable satisfaction.
Then he turned back toward Jiang Chaotian and said in a hoarse voice, "I have