Life Was Full of Unexpected Meetings

The Nascent Soul Cultivator said in surprise, "Not bad. You actually managed to take one of my blows head-on."

Wang Daoyuan did not dare provoke him further. He immediately restored the eight Sword Shadows he had expended and continued fleeing west.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator hesitated for a moment, then still pursued Wang Daoyuan.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator's escape speed was naturally much faster than that of a Golden Core Cultivator.

After a dozen breaths, Wang Daoyuan saw a flash of golden light before his eyes, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man had a fair, beardless face and looked like a young man.

He wore a golden Daoist robe and a golden crown.

His attire was magnificently extravagant, yet he had kept watch at Golden Sun Mountain. He clearly was not anyone particularly capable.

Seeing him catch up, Wang Daoyuan held his longsword as streams of silver light circulated around him. They were Sword Qi.

So long as his opponent made any unusual move, they could gather into the Demon Slaying Sword at any moment.

The Sword Shadows condensed by the Sword Shadow Divine Light Technique still circled around his body.

The golden-robed cultivator wore an expression of certain victory. "Junior, your methods are not bad. If you are willing to sign a master-servant contract with me and pledge loyalty to me, I can spare your life.

"In the future, it may not be impossible for me to give you a chance to break through to the Nascent Soul realm."

A master-servant contract was much like a Demon Beast pledging allegiance. Once it was signed, a single thought from the master could make the servant suffer agony worse than death.

If the master wanted the servant dead, the servant would have no room to resist.