"I don't want to self-destruct! No! Chu Fengmian, spare me, I am willing to recognize you as my master!"
Han Ye, the little Yao King, his body had already been controlled by Chu Fengmian, his consciousness still clear, looked at Chu Fengmian and hurriedly pleaded.
He had just encountered a stroke of luck, his power advancing further; even though he lost the dominant Martial Arts, he was stronger than ever.
His future might hold the chance to reach the half-step Heavenly Human Realm, he certainly didn't want to die.
"Recognize me as your master? You worthless waste aren't qualified for that; obediently self-destruct, that's the only useful thing you can do!"
Chu Fengmian spoke decisively, utterly disregarding Han Ye's words.
He originally intended to subdue some experts to guard the Sword Dao Sect, but this little Yao King Han Ye was extremely treacherous, repeatedly plotting against Chu Fengmian.
