An Empty Promise

Hearing Chen Xu promise so many benefits, Yan Zhengping showed signs of interest. Unlike Snake Demon, he did not care much about freedom and such things. To be precise, he rather enjoyed the conveniences that power brought him.

Swallowing hard, Yan Zhengping spoke with a flattering, fawning tone. "The [Martial Momentum] martial arts technique you mentioned..."

Chen Xu snorted coldly, and an aura comparable to Nine-Meridian Martial Momentum flashed past. "What, do you doubt this elder?"

Cold sweat slid down Yan Zhengping's cheeks. Feeling gradually returned to his stiff body, while boundless fear filled his heart.

In the instant that aura erupted, the elder had seemed, in Yan Zhengping's perception, like a humanoid Ferocious Tier beast wearing human skin.

"This elder is very strong!" Yan Zhengping quickly came to that conclusion. He had once seen a [Martial Momentum] expert from Great Abyss fight, but the aura that expert displayed had been, at most, one-tenth as powerful as the one just now.

Even though they were both at the [Martial Momentum] level, there was simply no comparison between the two. He even doubted that man could withstand three moves from the elder behind him.

In the Martial Alliance, strength meant status. The difference between entering the Martial Alliance through this elder's recommendation and joining on his own was far from minor.

Seeing him still wavering and refusing to make a choice, Chen Xu spoke indifferently. "This elder's patience is limited. If it were not for the fact that you are Martial Artists..."

"Please give me some time, Elder. I cannot make this decision alone." Hearing the utter impatience in his voice, Yan Zhengping hurriedly took out his communicator, terrified that if he delayed even a moment, the elder would casually slap him to death.

Under Chen Xu's gaze, Yan Zhengping organized