Someone could no longer hold back.
"Anyone willing to talk can leave the prison and sign the contract. Everyone has a chance," Yun Duo said from behind Xia Jue, a hint of temptation in her voice. Her voice had always possessed a peculiar quality, and she could easily gain people's trust when speaking to them. Of course, there was a special condition: her unusual voice would only take effect if the listener harbored no other wariness toward her.
The golden patterns on the contract formation were still slowly turning. After hearing Yun Duo's words, some of the demonic cultivators could not help staring blankly at it.
Between their prolonged internal depletion and the prison's grinding torment, most had all but lost the ability to think.
In truth, a little careful thought would have revealed the loophole in the contract.
Xia Jue had promised to let them leave the Azure Tide Sect, but he had never said he would not send people after them to take their lives once they left.
There were, however, some strong-willed prisoners who wanted to warn the others, only to discover that no sound came out when they opened their mouths.
At that moment, Thirty-Three abruptly understood Xia Jue's plan. Unfortunately, that realization had come too late.
Before taking several prisoners away, Xia Jue tilted his head and glanced at Thirty-Three. There was neither mockery nor any other meaning in his eyes.
Yet Thirty-Three still sensed that lofty, disdainful air.
Cold sweat suddenly seeped down his back. Perhaps someone like Xia Jue had never been an opponent they could handle. And just as Thirty-Nine had said, the Young Palace Master had abandoned them.
Meanwhile, inside the Heavenly Devil Palace.
Gong Hao rubbed his temples, easing the physical discomfort that had followed his Nascent Soul formation.
Indeed,