Grandmaster gritted his teeth as the pressure of the Supreme Imperial Weapon pinned him to the ground. No matter how he circulated the Soul Power within him, he could not push back against that pressure at all.
Instead, the harder he struggled, the fiercer the pressure became. After several rounds of this, even Grandmaster lost his temper for resistance.
As the Soul Power within him dwindled, he gradually chose to resign himself to his fate.
Meanwhile, Tang San's face was hideously contorted.
Kneeling on the ground, he looked at the white-robed figure before him and roared furiously:
"Ye Xingchen, I admit defeat! Let my teacher go! Whatever you want to do, come at me!"
"From now on, I'm willing to be your slave and never oppose you again. How does that sound? Just let my teacher go!"
Hearing this, Ye Xingchen smiled dismissively.
Looking at Tang San, who wanted to acknowledge him as his master, he found it somewhat amusing.
Why would I take someone like him as a slave?
"A slave?"
Dean Flender's expression changed drastically when he heard Tang San's words, his arms folded across his chest.
He had never expected Tang San's resolve to crumble to such a degree. Shaking his head, he stepped forward and said:
"Tang San, things are nowhere near that bad yet, and you already want to acknowledge him as your master? Can you face Grandmaster after doing something like that?"
His face contorted, Tang San shook his head slightly. Looking at Grandmaster kneeling on the ground, he was filled with regret.
If I hadn't stirred up trouble first, the two of us, teacher and disciple, probably wouldn't have ended up in such disgrace today.
"I caused all of this myself, from beginning to end. It has nothing to do with my teacher!