Yao Saint Hongyue sneered. "Dream on!"
Crack...
Dao Lord Taichu crushed Yao Saint Hongyue's neck with a forceful grip and tossed his corpse aside.
"Whew..."
He let out a soft breath, narrowed his eyes, and looked coldly at Crown Prince Qingming nearby. "Now, it's your turn!"
Crown Prince Qingming shuddered from head to toe. His legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees with a thud. "Spare me, Dao Lord! Spare me! I know I was wrong..."
Crown Prince Qingming trembled all over in terror. He had witnessed every moment of Yao Saint Hongyue's battle against Dao Lord Taichu, and he had never imagined that Yao Saint Hongyue would actually lose.
Dao Lord Taichu had defeated Yao Saint Hongyue with ease. Such cultivation was simply horrifying beyond belief.
His guts were green with regret. Why had he chosen to oppose this man? Now Dao Lord Taichu had his eye on him. This was a ruthless man, an absolutely savage figure.
"Spare you? Hehehe, do you think This Venerable will forgive you?" Dao Lord Taichu said coldly.
"Ah, Dao Lord, I am willing to submit to you! Please grant this subordinate a way to live. I am willing to follow you and serve you faithfully."
Crown Prince Qingming prostrated himself and pleaded. Staying alive was what mattered most right now.
He was something of a formidable figure himself. A real man knew when to bend and when to stand tall. He was not afraid of losing face; surviving came first. As for revenge, never mind whether he could even get it—given the other man's terrifying strength, could he possibly kill him? That was pure wishful thinking.
"Do you think This Venerable needs trash like you?" Dao Lord Taichu said icily.
"No, no, no! Dao Lord, I am utterly loyal. Please