592: Admit defeat immediately

"No—!!!" Bai Chi only had time to let out a short, despairing wail to the extreme!

Boom—!!!

It was as if a watermelon had been smashed by a heavy hammer!

That flood dragon claw, containing Qiong Shuang's boundless anger and the terrifying power of a pure-blooded Ice Flood Dragon, slammed solidly and without any frills onto Bai Chi's Physical Body, which had no cultivation protection!

Splat!

The muffled sound of flesh, blood, and bones being instantly crushed was hair-raising!

Bai Chi's Physical Body, which belonged to a Spirit Transformation Cultivator and could be considered tough, shattered on the spot under Qiong Shuang's angry blow, like crushed bean dregs, turning into a pool of glaring, scarlet blood mud mixed with broken bones and rotting flesh!

A thick, bloody stench instantly permeated the air!

An illusory Primordial Spirit, bearing Bai Chi's terrified face, scrambled out in a panic from the exploded flesh and blood!

It was none other than Bai Chi's Primordial Spirit!

As soon as this Primordial Spirit appeared, it struggled frantically, wanting to turn into a stream of light and escape!

He had seen the terror of Yao Delong's Qi Refining bottle with his own eyes!

Pity!

He forgot that he was still wrapped in Yao Delong's pale gold Great Sun Divine Fire chains!

These chains were like the toughest shackles, binding his Primordial Spirit tightly; no matter how he burned his Origin Soul Power to struggle, they did not move at all!

"Ahhh! Spare me! Spare me!" Bai Chi's Primordial Spirit emitted a shrill, inhuman Soul shriek!

Qiong Shuang's small face was icy cold. Looking at this culprit who had almost caused her and Sister Yan to lose their lives, the anger in her heart did not subside in the slightest.

She took a deep breath, and her small mouth puffed up slightly!

Whoosh—!

A pure, incomparably cold Dragon breath was exhaled from Qiong Shuang's mouth!

This Dragon breath was not simple cold air, but an extremely cold breath containing the Origin power of a pure-blooded Ice Flood Dragon!

Wherever it passed, the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals!

Bai Chi's Primordial Spirit, bound by the Great Sun Divine Fire chains and with nowhere to run, was instantly completely enveloped by this extremely cold Dragon breath!

Crack... Crackle...

A teeth-gritting freezing sound rang out!

In the despairing gaze of Bai Chi's Primordial Spirit, his illusory Soul body was, at a speed visible to the naked eye, layered and frozen by a layer of crystal-clear, iridescent ice!

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a perfect ice ball the size of a fist, with a twisted, terrified face frozen inside!

The ice ball hovered in the air, refracting dreamy light under the golden morning sun; it was beautiful and deadly.

Qiong Shuang glanced coldly at the ice ball, and her small nose let out a cold snort: "Hmph!"

She reached out her small hand and lightly gripped the air towards the ice ball!

Crack! Crack!

The surface of the ice ball was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks!

Bang—!!!

A crisp explosion!

The ice ball completely shattered!

Turning into sky-filling, crystal-clear ice powder!

Along with the frozen Primordial Spirit inside, it was instantly pulverized under this ultimate ice explosion power!

Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering! Never to be reincarnated for eternity!

The ice powder drifted in the sunlight like a brilliant shower of stardust, beautiful and gorgeous, yet carrying the poetry of death.

The surroundings were dead silent, with only the faint rustling sound of falling ice crystals.

Hiss—!

The onlookers in the distance collectively gasped again!

Looking at that delicate, jade-carved fiend god, who had smashed a Spirit Transformation Cultivator with one claw and frozen a Primordial Spirit with one breath of Dragon breath, their eyes were filled with unprecedented awe!

Where was this some harmless little Dragon?

This was clearly a Yao Beast fiend god that was extremely protective of its own and decisive in killing!

Old Black Mu, who had witnessed the entire process of Bai Chi begging, his Physical Body exploding, and his Primordial Spirit being frozen and exploded into "ice crystal fireworks," felt his already tormented and riddled Void Refining heart being tightly gripped by an invisible hand!

An unspeakable, bone-deep chill instantly swept through his entire body!

Next... is it my turn?!

This thought coiled around him like a venomous snake, making his whole body cold, and his teeth couldn't help but chatter!

Just then, Yao Delong's cold voice, like a death warrant, rang in his ears:

"Little Black, you... have nothing to say?"

Old Black Mu shuddered!

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

He jerked his head up, meeting Yao Delong's eyes, which were as deep as a cold pool and seemed to be able to see through his Soul!

Thoughts spun frantically in a thousandth of a second!

Tough it out?

Bai Chi was the example!

No corpse left, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

Beg for mercy?

This fiend god didn't buy that at all!

Run away?

Cultivation completely sealed, Primordial Spirit locked by the sword formation, where could he run?!

"A hero does not suffer immediate losses! Bow down! Must bow down! As long as I can survive! Dignity is nothing!"

The instinct to survive and the cunning of an old Void Refining monster instantly overwhelmed everything!

The dark, old face covered in blood and dust forced out a smile, more ugly than crying, and incomparably fawning, his eyes instantly became incomparably clear, and his voice carried a humbleness that even he himself despised:

"Big... Big Brother..." Old Black Mu had just spat out the two words.

"Hmm—?!" A cold snort, filled with strong dissatisfaction and a milky, fierce threat, instantly issued from Qiong Shuang's nose!

She put her hands on her hips, her large, azure blue eyes piercing Old Black Mu like ice picks,

"Is 'Big Brother' something you can call?!"

This little black charcoal head, why should he call him Big Brother like she did?!

Old Black Mu's heart was about to jump out of his throat!

He wished he could slap himself!

He had called him that out of habit!

Looking at Qiong Shuang's threatening little fist, but with the scene of her smashing Bai Chi still fresh in his mind, Old Black Mu suddenly had a stroke of inspiration!

To hell with the Nine Nether Sect!

To hell with Void Refining dignity!

Live! Only by living is there everything!

The kid in front of him (Yao Delong) was simply a monster!

He could crush the Peak of Void Refining Early Stage at the Soul Transformation Stage!

His future was absolutely boundless!

Following him might be more promising than hiding in the Nine Nether Sect as a thug!

This thought flashed through his mind like lightning!

A flash of ruthless determination crossed Old Black Mu's eyes!

He slammed his head heavily onto the ground, using all his strength to utter the most loyal (or so it sounded) cry:

"Master! Little Black was wrong! Master! Please don't kill Little Black! From now on, Little Black is yours in life and yours in death! Through blades and fire, as long as Master says the word! This lowly life of Little Black is yours! I will never have two hearts!"

To increase persuasiveness, he even struggled and clumsily shook his body, which appeared exceptionally large after being sealed, trying to imitate the fawning posture of some canine creature.

That scene... performed by a bald, black-skinned man covered in blood and exuding a fierce aura, was full of unspeakable comicality and a strong sense of contrasting cuteness!

Yao Delong watched this highly dramatic scene, and even with his iron-like will, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He had indeed been considering whether to just wipe out this black charcoal head to eliminate future trouble, or to make use of the waste.

After all, he was a Void Refining Early Stage Physical Body expert, and being a meat shield or manual laborer in the upcoming pursuit wouldn't be bad.

He didn't expect this guy... to be so "sensible"!

"Heh, you certainly know how to seize the opportunity." Yao Delong chuckled, his eyes still as sharp as a knife,

"Open your mind! Do not have any resistance!"

"Yes! Master!"

Old Black Mu felt as if he had been granted an amnesty; he immediately closed his eyes and completely released all defenses of his Primordial Spirit, even forcibly suppressing the instinctive resistance in his Sea of Consciousness!