"That isn't up to you."
Long Xiaoyao's voice rang out, and he appeared before Yan Shaozhe as though he had teleported.
"You... don't take this too far!"
Yan Shaozhe broke down. "Don't I even have the right to decide whether I live or die?"
As an immensely powerful Titled Douluo and the former dean of the foremost academy on the Douluo Continent, he had never felt as helpless as he did now.
He felt that Long Xiaoyao had become his curse.
There was simply no way out.
"I'm begging you, please let me go. Let me die."
Yan Shaozhe was on the verge of tears.
He wasn't asking for much. All he wanted was to die.
"Child, don't be like this." Long Xiaoyao's heart ached.
"Stop right there!"
Yan Shaozhe nearly dropped to his knees before Long Xiaoyao. "I'm begging you, stop putting on this hypocritical act.
Wasn't it you and those Evil Soul Masters from the Holy Spirit Cult who reduced me to this?
Now that you've finally driven me into a dead end, you're telling me not to be like this?
What were you thinking back then?"
Long Xiaoyao said, "I had my reasons."
Pfft.
Yan Shaozhe spat out a mouthful of blood in anguish. "Shut up! What reasons could you possibly have?"
"Forget it. This isn't the time for all that. Come with me, and I'll explain everything to you bit by bit."
As Long Xiaoyao spoke, he moved to take Yan Shaozhe away.
But how could Yan Shaozhe possibly submit to his arrangements?
"I refuse.
If you want me, all you'll get is a cold corpse."
Yan Shaozhe secretly circulated the soul power within him, preparing to detonate it.
"You're truly... mad."
Long Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly.
The next moment, he appeared behind Yan Shaozhe