"King of Ten Thousand Slaves, thank you for clearing up the doubts that have always plagued my heart... Now, everything is clear, go ahead and strike!"
Zhong Shenxiu slowly removed his gloves.
"Strike? I, the Saint Heir, don't need to lift a finger... don't you understand? The Ten Thousand Slaves Divine Skill, commanding the four great Slave Skills, anyone who cultivates these skills is powerless before me. A mere glance from me, and you will crumble, obediently kneeling in submission."
The King of Ten Thousand Slaves sneered, his demon-like purple eyes fixed on Zhong Shenxiu, radiating an evil aura, "Now... kneel before me!"
Two beams of purple light shot from his eyes like piercing swords aimed directly at the heart of Zhong Shenxiu.
