Jun Mochen felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
A slave contract? A contract under which Qin Luo enslaved him?
His life had always been in Qin Luo's hands? If Qin Luo died, he would die.
But if he died, Qin Luo would merely lose a servant?
Was this the truth?
"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!" Jun Mochen roared. His defenses had completely crumbled.
If it really was this kind of contract, then what had all his efforts amounted to?
He had even called himself some so-called Child of Heaven's Will. All along, Qin Luo had been toying with him in the palm of his hand?
Hadn't he lived his entire life as a joke?
"No, no. Qin Luo was able to borrow my power before, so I can borrow his power too!"
Self-mutilation! Jun Mochen frantically burned his own vital energy and blood, attempting to borrow some of Qin Luo's vital energy and blood to replenish his losses.
Clearly, he failed. When he touched the contract mark, it did not react in the slightest.
"Wake up."
"Stop deceiving yourself. From beginning to end, you were nothing but a joke." Qin Luo's words made Jun Mochen stagger, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His Dao Foundation was nearly shattered by Qin Luo's single sentence.
"Young Master, Young Master, pull yourself together! He's only deceiving you. It can't be true, absolutely impossible!" Mang Ya still tried to rouse Jun Mochen.
But Jun Mochen had already seen reality for what it was.
It really was a joke—pitiful and tragic.
Bang! Ye Yan was also defeated by Chu Jingge, but Chu Jingge did not kill him.
She merely looked at him and said, "Since the opportunity has come, you must cherish it."
"If you wish to see that future, then