(Second update)
Yang Ming stood with his sword in hand. The Mysterious Sword exuded an uncanny aura, its swirling slaughter energy forming a Divine Slaughter's Domain a thousand meters in diameter. Amid the endless crimson waves, Yang Ming looked like a sword god who had fought his way out of a sea of blood, majestic and impossible to look upon directly.
Within Yang Ming's mutated Divine Slaughter's Domain, all of Black and White Impermanence's attributes fell by thirty percent. The vast crimson tide breached his psychological defenses, crushing what little will to resist remained, and he dropped to his knees without hesitation.
For the people of Slaughter City, kneeling in surrender and begging for their lives was perfectly normal, as ordinary as eating or drinking.
In the past, however, as captain of the Enforcement Team, Black and White Impermanence had always rampaged through Slaughter City on the strength of his overwhelming power. He had only ever made others kneel in surrender; he had never imagined doing so himself.
But life and death inspired a tremendous terror!
Only by living could he enjoy wealth and glory. Only by living could he enjoy the attentions of beautiful women. Only by living could he bask in the admiring gazes of others.
Black and White Impermanence had lost the backbone and dignity of a Titled Douluo the moment he knelt before the King of Slaughter over a decade ago. Now, he merely intended to change masters, and he could even feel perfectly justified in doing so.
Black and White Impermanence was confident. With his strength as a rank-91 Titled Douluo, any faction he joined in the outside world would welcome him as an honored guest. He believed that someone with Yang Ming's discernment would never waste a top-tier fighter like him.
Silence.
Wordless silence.