The Demon Saint shuddered, his mind racing.
"I... I'm willing to serve you, Exalted Immortal! I'll do anything you ask!" the Demon Saint said urgently. "In life, I was a mighty early Deity Transformation cultivator, with vast experience and extraordinary insight. With me at your side, your cultivation journey will be smooth sailing, sparing you countless detours!"
"Serve me?"
Chen Lin scoffed, a mocking smile curling his lips.
"The early Nascent Soul security guard under me sweeps floors every day, and my late Nascent Soul estate guard just started work. I even have over a hundred late Core Formation formation puppets."
He leaned forward slightly, stared at the Demon Saint's aged face, and spoke each word distinctly:
"A mere wisp of remnant soul that can't even withstand early Nascent Soul divine sense. Even if you were a Deity Transformation expert in life, you're barely clinging to existence now. I have no use for trash."
With that, Chen Lin pressed two fingers together like a sword.
A pale azure sword gleam flickered at his fingertips, the Azure Origin Sword Art's sharp sword qi locking directly onto the Demon Saint's origin essence.
The moment that sword qi fell, this wisp of remnant soul would turn to ash.
The Demon Saint's heart clenched abruptly.
What a humiliating disgrace!
He was the illustrious Star Moon Demon Saint of the Heavenly Abyss Realm. Once, he had commanded the winds and clouds, with billions of the Demon Tribe bowing in worship before him.
Now a mere Core Formation human brat was humiliating him like this, even calling him trash?!
A dragon stranded in the shallows was mocked by shrimp; a tiger brought low was bullied by dogs!
Grief and fury consumed the Demon Saint. He wanted nothing more than to hurl himself at Chen Lin and