"Isn't this feeling overwhelmingly intense?"
Jiang Xiaobai folded his arms, a cold sneer on his face.
"Damn it, young master has tolerated you for so many days and finally I've waited for this day!"
The demon soldier only now realized that Jiang Xiaobai had been plotting against him from the start, feeling deeply insulted intellectually, yet already too late to change anything.
"How can such evil Divine Skills exist in this world? I don't believe it, I must kill you!"
The demon soldier struggled to stand up, but any thought of killing Jiang Xiaobai intensified his suffering.
"Don't daydream! Once the pact between Tribulation Master and Tribulation Slave is formed, it's for eternity. To escape my control, you must choose to die; only death can free you!"
"No..."
The demon lord roared ferociously.
"Does it hurt?"
Jiang Xiaobai sneered, "If you want to ease the pain, it's not impossible. Don't always think about killing me, and your pain will naturally lessen."
