"I surrender! I surrender... Damn it, at least give me some time to think! I haven't even figured out what's going on yet!"
Qian Luo shrieked hysterically, his soul nearly scattering from sheer terror.
Faced with someone who could end his life with a single word, Qian Luo's mental defenses crumbled in an instant.
He couldn't even form a single thought before Ying Huo's killing strike was upon him.
Life and death were decided in a single moment.
No one wants to die, especially not a man of his status—a Master of One Peak in the Holy Light Sect with astounding power and influence.
If he offered his Soul Blood, his life would be in another's hands. He would essentially become someone else's slave.
He would be even worse off than a slave.
Because with just a single thought, the person who controlled his Soul Blood could cause him to die a violent death, even from a thousand miles away!
But, it was, at least, a sliver of a chance to live.
