"Your Highness the Holy Son!"
Zhang Tao jerked his head up, his eyes filled with desperation and pleading.
Did he really have to honor the vow?
Wouldn't that mean kneeling before Xiao Yang, kowtowing, and calling him Grandpa?
"What? You don't understand what I said?"
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze suddenly turned cold.
A terrifying killing intent locked onto Zhang Tao in an instant!
Zhang Tao felt as though an ancient, ferocious beast had fixed its eyes on him. The blood in his veins was nearly frozen!
He had no doubt that if he dared to say no, His Highness the Holy Son would kill him on the spot the very next moment!
"I... I..."
Zhang Tao's lips quivered for a long while. In the end, all his resentment and hatred gave way to deep fear.
He turned around, his face ashen, and faced Xiao Yang.
His knees buckled, and he was about to kneel.
Everyone around them held their breath, ready to witness this historic moment.
A genius disciple of the Great Yan Holy Land kneeling before a rogue cultivator!
If word got out, it would cause a sensation throughout the Central Province!
But just as Zhang Tao's knees were about to touch the ground,
Xiao Yang suddenly spoke.
"Wait."
Everyone froze.
Zhang Tao stopped too, looking at Xiao Yang in confusion.
Xiao Yang shook his head. "There's no need to kowtow. I'd feel dirty."
At those words, the crowd nearly collapsed!
Dirty?
That was downright vicious!
It was even more humiliating than making him kneel!
Sure enough, Zhang Tao's face instantly turned liver-red. A mouthful of blood lodged in his throat, neither rising nor falling, and he nearly choked to death on it!
"You...!"
He pointed at Xiao Yang, trembling with rage.
"But..."
Xiao Yang changed tack, turning his gaze