For the proud and arrogant Zuo Xiao, this was naturally something difficult to accept.
To have to live under another's roof, become someone else's vassal, and obey another's orders—how could he accept that?
Yang Chen was not in a hurry. He waited for Zuo Xiao's answer.
By now, the people at Zuo Xiao's side had also gathered around him one after another, wondering what choice he would make.
Zuo Xiao struggled to his feet and roared, "Yang Chen, I refuse to submit to you. We're leaving."
With that, Zuo Xiao turned and left, leading his large group away in a grand procession.
Watching Zuo Xiao depart, Yang Chen shrugged, somewhat helpless but not overly dejected. It was as though he had long since anticipated and calculated everything.
At the same time, Cheng Lin and the others emerged from the largely ruined Profound Dao Palace.
At this moment, Cheng Lin and the others viewed Yang Chen in an entirely new light.
Cheng Lin in particular had still harbored some reservations when he joined Yang Chen, his greatest concern being Yang Chen's strength.
After all, when Yang Chen had defeated him before, there had indeed been a measure of luck involved. It had not been enough to make him wholeheartedly convinced.
But this time, even if he wanted to refuse, he could not.
With incomparably powerful strength, Yang Chen had defeated Zuo Xiao. A deadlock that could not possibly have been resolved today had been forcibly overturned by him alone.
Zuo Xiao had lost. Although he was unwilling to join under Yang Chen's command, he had no desire whatsoever to remain and continue fighting. As the loser, leaving was not the worst choice.
"Why aren't you hurrying up and greeting Brother Yang?" Cheng Lin shouted.
Hearing Cheng Lin's words, the people beneath