CHAPTER 701 PRETEND TO SUBMIT HIMSELF TO THE YOUNG MAN

The Water Kylin had made his point, and Darren thought about it. He thought if he and Hobson had the

chance to leave, then they shouldn't hesitate, or else it would be more troublesome if both of them had

to stay.

At that very moment, some influential figures flew over.

"Ancestor!"

They all knelt at the sight of the young man. The kowtow was for their show of reverence to the young

man.

As stories were handed down from one generation to the next, they had heard legends about the

ancestor for a long time, but they had never seen him in blood and flesh. Many people thought that it

was something out of thin air; a story meant to scare young children.

Today, however, the ancestor was standing right in their midst. As they bowed their heads low in

respect to him, the young man waved his hand lightly. With that, the disciples got up and straightened

themselves to be worthy after the ancestor's presence.

"Ancestor, it was these two guys who killed our leader, Jordan. We joined forces with other sects and

wanted to punish them. However, they killed many of our strong warriors. Ancestor, please stand for us

and kill both of them,"

Moss, who was the leader of the elders, said respectfully.

After hearing that, the young man did not say anything, but instead, he turned around and looked at

Darren with fierce and killing eyes.

"Why don't you submit yourself to me?"

Unexpectedly, the young man said so.

"What do you mean by submitting myself to you, sir?" Darren replied in a calm voice, pretending that

he could not get his hands on what the young man meant.

"It's very simple, just like you've signed the master and slave bond with this legendary beast. The only

difference would be, this time, you are the slave, and I am your master."

After he heard that piercing insult, Darren's heart sank. 'The powerful young man wants me to be his

slave, ' he thought.

"You are dreaming, aren't you? How can we become your slaves?" Hobson broke in before Darren was

able to say anything.

"Young man, you are overthinking. I only want this bloke to be my slave. As for you, your potentials are

too limited, so you cannot become, at the very least, my slave. I will kill you later on to avenge the

death of my disciples in the Divine Mountain Sect,"

the young man said indifferently as he smoothed his hair. His eyes were fixed at Darren the whole time.

"Ancestor, I strongly suggest that we should kill that boy and the legendary beast as well. They also

killed several masters of our sect," one of the elders said. His purpose was to fuel the ancestor's wrath

so he would burn in rage towards Darren and the Water Kylin.

"As a younger generation, don't tell me what to do. It seems so impolite,"

the young man said in a calm voice. He stretched out a snow-white finger and tapped on the elder's

forehead.

To everyone's bewilderment, a frightening scene happened. The elder's expression froze, and his body

turned into light red powder, floating in the air—gone and vanished in a blink of an eye.

A simple tap killed a master who had mastered ninety percent of the Fringe Holy Will. Darren couldn't

wrap his head around that. Moreover, worse than anything Darren could imagine, no one felt any wave

of rule power. How terrifying was that? How terrifying was the ancestor?

"Have you thought about my question over?" the young man turned around to Darren and asked

casually as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Darren answered shortly. After witnessing the cruel death of the elder, he

was afraid, yet he would not merely yield under the young man's rule.

"Actually, it's not up to you to decide whether you should follow my orders or not. I have plenty of ways

to sign a master and slave bond with you." The man gave a demon-like grin, and his eyes met Darren's

intense glare.

After saying that, he pointed his snow-white finger at Darren's forehead.

At that very moment, right then and there, Darren was controlled by an unknown force. He could not

move a muscle, let alone resist the potent suppressing force.

Boom.

Like a balloon pressed to explode, Darren's mind blew like thunder—loud, colossal, and devastating.

A few moments later, a soul message galloped in his brain.

"Arrrrgggghhhhh!"

Darren unconsciously screamed. That soul message from the ancestor rushed in and constantly tore

his soul.

Despite the extreme pain, Darren's soul was still resisting. He knew all the while that the moment the

soul message controlled his mind, it meant that the master and slave bond was signed. If that

happened and worst came to worst, inevitably Darren would become the ancestor's slave. No matter

how strong Darren became in the future, he must follow the young man's orders—whether he liked it or

not.

That was the horrible point of the master and slave bond.

Generally, to sign a master and slave bond, the slave should cooperate with the master. Once the slave

resisted, his soul would burst, and he would die from the explosion of his soul.

Fortunately, Darren's soul was so powerful that it did not explode even if he tried his best to resist the

bond enforced to him by the young man. This material belongs to .

The throbbing pain in his soul made Darren twitch incessantly. But he would never give up. What was

the point of living as a slave? Thus, he tried as hard as he could, not to yield and best not to give up his

soul.

In his dire desperation, Darren tried hard to mobilize his spiritual sense. With that, a black flame shot

towards that soul message.

Sizzle.

The black flame enveloped that message and quickly burned it up. To Darren's surprise, his pain was

alleviated a lot to the point that it was almost tolerable.

At this time, Darren noticed that the young man in front of him was still calm and confident. Darren

immediately felt happy.

'He doesn't even know my black flame can burn the soul message released by him. Let me fool him, '

Darren thought to himself. In the young man's eyes, Darren's face was still contorted with pain.

The black flame had an innate destructive power to the soul. Even though the young man was

incomparably powerful, a piece of soul message he released would not be so strong.

A moment later, the black flame completely burned up the soul message.

"Master!"

Darren called out. He pretended to fall on the ground as if being totally weakened

"What?" The man frowned.

An odd sensation crept through him, and he felt strange that he did not have the feeling that he could

control Darren's soul at all. But, the way it appeared, Darren seemed to have become a slave to him.

'It seems that I haven't completely mastered the method of forcibly establishing a master and slave

bond, ' the young man thought in dismay. Besides, he assumed that Darren's fierce resistance had

caused the bonding to reach such a result.

'But it's not a big deal. As long as he submits himself to me, he will listen to me. I don't have to control

him by force.' The young man thought about it secretly. He was hesitant that the disciples might notice

it and looked at it as his waterloo.

"What's your name?" the young man asked.

"Master, I'm Darren Chu," Darren replied with a dull tone.

"Great. From now on, you are my slave, along with your little puppy."

After such remarks, the young man put away the Natal Divine Bead of the Water Kylin, and pointed at

Hobson from afar.

Seeing that he would be the next target, Hobson's expression froze. Before he could say anything or

even plot an escape to save his life, Hobson was split in half, and his soul was cut open.

'Fuck!' Darren screamed silently in his heart, feeling so hurtful. Hobson was killed—he just looked and

did nothing about it.

But he had no choice. His heart was bleeding, but he dared not show any expression on his face.

Otherwise, the young man would notice he was pretending to submit himself, and he would be killed

like Hobson.

The Water Kylin was entirely under the young man's control, and he could even not control his actions,

so he did not have any response watching Hobson's death too.

"Water Kylin, when we find an opportunity, we must revenge Hobson's death!" Darren sent a message

to the Water Kylin using his spiritual sense.

"Ah, master, you haven't become his slave! That is so good." The Water Kylin rejoiced when he

received Darren's message.

"I'm faking it. Let's kill him when we find a chance later on!"

"Well, as long as I recover a little bit of control over the Natal Divine Bead, I will blow it up. Even if I

cannot kill him, at least I can let you run away," the Water Kylin replied.

"Don't be silly. Don't explode yourself at any time. I don't want to lose you as a good friend again,"

Darren said, hurriedly. He could not stand losing another friend after the fall of a precious one.

With that, the Water Kylin went silent.

"My little puppy, why are you crying? Don't be afraid. I won't kill you."

The young man touched the Water Kylin's head and patted it like he was rewarding a good dog. It

seemed as if he fancied the Water Kylin.

'Fuck you! I'll swallow you sooner or later, ' the Water Kylin swore silently in his mind.

"Ancestor, since you come out and preside over the situation, our Divine Mountain Sect can rule the

world."

At this time, Elder Moss came forward, delighted—overjoyed even.

"Fuck off! This place is not the world. When I grasp the legendary skill, I will obtain a real world to show

you!" The young man's voice was cold, and the killing intent in his eyes turned into a black hole and

shot into the sky.

After saying that, a few light red runes flashed on his body, and he disappeared together with Darren

and the Water Kylin.

"Ramon, where is that boy?"

In the southern wilds of the number nine Badlands, the space twisted, and two golden-armored martial

artists suddenly appeared.

"He totally disappeared. I cannot detect his presence now," the number two golden-armored law

enforcer, Ramon, said, frowning.

"Is he dead?" the number three golden-armored law enforcer, Edward, asked indifferently.

"It is impossible. Darren's strength is not weak. And with the help of his legendary beast, no one can kill

him in number nine Badlands," Ramon denied unable to accept the possibility that Darren might be

dead.

"How about that man?"

Ramon's expression completely changed when he heard what Edward said, as if he had seen a dead

come to life.