Tang Zhen was so frightened that he hurriedly begged for mercy.
His voice even cracked.
"Don't kill me! Well, um, I was just joking! Yes, joking! Why would I ever use other people's souls as food?"
"Actually, those are all poor souls I rescued from some Fierce Demons! I just saw that you'd come such a long way, so I wanted to joke around with you..."
"Really... really, please believe me. I'm begging you!"
His voice actually took on a tearful edge.
Compared to having his soul scattered into oblivion...
Backing down was nothing.
As Tang Zhen spoke, he also glared at his stewards.
Seeing this, the male and female stewards braced themselves and hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy. "Our master was only joking! Master Xiao, please show mercy!"
"Yes, Master Xiao, Lady Feng, that was just a misunderstanding..."
Seeing what a coward he was, Xiao Yu had his worldview upended yet again.
Good grief.
How many seconds had that arrogance lasted?
He really did change his tune in a heartbeat-a model of operatic face-changing.
That slap in the face had come too fast, so fast it caught him off guard.
Xiao Yu knew the Flowing Cloud Sword was incredible. It was his treasure, after all.
But he had never expected it to be this incredible.
It was like having an assault rifle in his hands: he knew it was powerful because he had fired at "targets" before.
But he hadn't known it could be this powerful.
It felt like effortlessly scoring a "headshot through walls" from thousands of meters away, with countless obstacles in between.
This was a big shot with one foot in the Nascent Soul Stage, an evil cultivator far more powerful than himself.
Clearly...
Xiao Yu had underestimated the Flowing Cloud Sword and overestimated Tang