Chu Ming's expression remained indifferent, with countless rays of starlight from the Sword Dao flashing in his eyes. His white robe fluttered, making him the only person, besides Emperor Luo, who dared to speak out.
"Chu Ming, you mustn't!"
Wang Xuanyi's face turned anxious. All of this had arisen because of him, and if Chu Ming were to lose his life because of him, he wouldn't die in peace.
"Very well, very well. Since your strength isn't bad, if you sign a Soul Contract with Black Eyes to serve as a slave for five hundred years, I can spare your life!"
Emperor Luo spoke coldly, every word mingled with his martial will, bombarding Chu Ming's martial heart, attempting to fundamentally dismantle his martial will.
However, Chu Ming's martial will was immensely strong. Emperor Luo's martial will struck him, but his expression didn't change in the slightest.
"Hahaha, Chu Ming, why don't you obediently roll down and show your gratitude!"
