Evil Charm Martial Soul, Enslaving the Crowd

"Heh. Everyone who could run has run. It looks like you won't be completing the task I gave you. In that case..." Yang Que said calmly to the crowd.

They heard the meaning behind his words and immediately panicked.

"No, no, my lord! I'm a genius of the Fire Phoenix Sect. I'm willing to work like an ox or a horse for you. Whatever intelligence or treasures you want, I can get them. I can even clear the way on the treasure hunt ahead. Please spare my miserable life!" A Soul Grandmaster dressed in fiery red spoke up at once. He was clever enough not merely to beg for mercy, but to show his worth.

Yang Que's eyes flickered. If I remember right, my Martial Soul can enslave people.

"System, can my Martial Soul enslave people now?" Yang Que asked.

"Ding! Yes, it can."

"Is there a limit to how many?" Yang Que asked again. There were hundreds of people here.

"Ding! With the host's current strength, you can enslave only fifty people. Any more will cause a backlash."

Fifty? That's enough!

Yang Que looked at the Soul Master who had spoken. "You're clever. You know what I want. Since you know which way the wind blows, your life is safe."

Overjoyed, the Soul Master scrambled over to Yang Que on his hands and knees, kowtowing over and over. "Thank you for sparing my life, my lord."

Seeing this, the others hastily followed his example, announcing who they were in hopes of saving their own lives.

But among these hundreds of people, only a little over twenty Soul Masters had powers backing them.

The other Rogue Cultivators had no backing to speak of, but that did nothing to dampen their desire to live. They kept describing their abilities and how