320: I dedicate myself to you as Lord! Please allow me to follow you!

"Boom—!"

These words were more vicious than Wang Zhan's Delusion Shattering punch, directly shattering Mo Yu's last shred of self-respect and all his excuses!

They thoroughly dissected the most unbearable and unacknowledged parts of his heart!

That’s right! When he fought Wang Zhan, when did he ever possess the resolve to charge forward fearlessly, ready to embrace death for a chance at life?

All he could think about was how to win gracefully and how to maintain his reputation!

Mo Yu's face was deathly pale, and his body trembled violently.

However, amid this extreme humiliation and despair, an even crazier thought, like a flash of lightning cutting through the darkness, suddenly illuminated his nearly dead heart lake!

This person saw through all my weaknesses with a single glance! His power, his vision, his battle heart, pure to the extreme—aren't these exactly what I lack?!

A thought that even he found absurd and insane, yet carried a fatal temptation, grew wildly like wildfire—I must follow him!

This wasn't degradation; it was rebirth! This wasn't shame; it was Epiphany!

He suddenly raised his head, and a nearly obsessive, fanatical light burst forth from his previously defeated eyes, fixating intensely on Xiao Ruobai.

That gaze was too complex, containing struggle, awe, and desperate resolution. He stared intently, as if performing a silent, destiny-altering oath.

Xiao Ruobai felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze. He instinctively took half a step back, shielding his chest with his hands, alarm bells ringing loudly in his heart.

"What does that look mean? Did I beat him senseless? I'm not into Longyang!"

Even Xiao Hei in the Void Realm tilted its head, a rare trace of confusion flashing in its golden eyes, letting out a puzzled whimper from its throat.

Just as this eerie silence was about to peak, Mo Yu, the once arrogant Kirin Son, used all his strength, his voice hoarse yet imbued with absolute certainty, and roared:

"I am willing to serve you as Master! Please allow me to follow you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap, and the entire scene instantly fell silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone froze in place, their faces etched with disbelief and shock.

Mo Yu's earth-shattering words were like the Chaos Divine Lightning of the Nine Heavens striking down, plunging the entire ruined battlefield into absolute silence! Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

All the spectators, whether the various Prodigies on distant mountain peaks, the ordinary Cultivators further out, or even the few Mighty Experts with vast auras above the Nine Heavens.

All of them stood rigid, as if struck by a paralyzing spell, their faces filled with extreme, incomprehensible shock!

"What did I just hear? Qilin Son Mo Yu wants to serve the Battle Asura as Master?"

A Cultivator stammered, rubbing his ears hard, wondering if the energy storm had damaged his hearing.

"He's mad! The Kirin Son must have suffered a Dao Heart collapse and gone completely insane!"

Someone cried out in alarm, their eyes filled with horror and pity. "He is a Yao Race Prodigy bearing Imperial Blood! How could he utter such self-degrading words!"

"Serving a human as Master? This is an unprecedented marvel! Imperial Blood of the Yao Race submitting to the Human Race? This is ten million times more humiliating than death!"

Cries of surprise, horror, and doubt erupted like a tide after the silence. Everyone was so shaken by this scene, which overturned their understanding, that their minds wavered and their Dao Hearts became unstable.

Above the Nine Heavens, Wang Zhans Father's pupils contracted sharply. Extreme astonishment first, followed by a hint of unconcealed mockery and satisfaction curving his lips.

"Heh heh, Qilin Imperial Blood? Nothing more than this! To stoop so low, debasing himself like dust! Although Zhan'er lost, his pride remains! The Yao Race truly are all spineless cowards!"

The frustration he felt because of Xiao Ruobai dissipated considerably due to Mo Yu's "kowtowing" action, as if he had found an even more pathetic comparison.

And Xing Lan of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, an unprecedented brilliant light of deduction burst forth from his deep eyes. He stared intently at the resolute Mo Yu and the calm Xiao Ruobai below, massive waves surging in his heart.

"Such a thing happened?! Imperial Blood submits?! The Battle Asura's destiny is capable of triggering such a change?!

Could this child truly be the one destined by Heaven in this generation?! No! I must report this to the Pavilion Master immediately!"

Below, Wang Zhan, who had just managed to suppress his injuries and was secretly adjusting his breath, was startled by this sudden development, causing his Qi to falter. He abruptly opened his eyes, looking at Mo Yu with utter disbelief!

"Mo Yu! You actually...!"

At this moment, Xiao Ruobai, who was at the center of the storm, looked at the Kirin Son before him—battered and exhausted, yet with an unusually stubborn and resolute gaze—and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He had anticipated Mo Yu might be angry, unwilling, or argumentative, but he never expected the other party to directly ask to "serve him as Master"?

"Serve me as Master? What is this Kirin Son playing at?"

Xiao Ruobai's mind raced. "Is this raving after a Dao Heart collapse? Or some kind of feigned submission trick? Or did he truly see something in this defeat?"

Xiao Ruobai's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if trying to cut open Mo Yu's Sea of Consciousness to see his truest thoughts.

"Troublesome!" Xiao Ruobai sighed inwardly.

He did not reply immediately, but simply watched Mo Yu quietly, his gaze filled with scrutiny and inquiry.

This brief silence was more oppressive than any words, causing the uproar that had just erupted to involuntarily quiet down again.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Battle Asura's response.

He slightly raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering for a moment on Mo Yu's face, which was a mix of humiliation, despair, and a hint of frantic pleading.

He could sense that the other party's words were not a joke, but a resolution made after being broken and seeking rebirth.

After a brief silence, the surprise in Xiao Ruobai's eyes slowly receded, returning to his former calm, but a hint of ineffable profoundness was added deep within.

He spoke lightly, "To follow me means abandoning all your past false glory, it means you will face battles ten times more tragic than today's, and it means your life and death are bound to my will."

"Have you thought this through?"

Mo Yu met his gaze, which seemed capable of piercing the Soul, gritted his teeth, and heavily knocked his head down. His forehead struck the cold rubble, making a dull sound:

"I have thought it through! Please accept me, Venerable One!"

Xiao Ruobai silently watched Mo Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, forehead pressed against the rubble, his body trembling slightly from excitement and tension.

His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to weigh a thousand jun, pressing down on Mo Yu's spine and weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

He was pondering.

Should he take in Qilin Son Mo Yu? This child is arrogant; is this submission genuine after suffering a setback, or merely an impulse?

Although his Qilin Imperial Blood is precious, if his heart is not sincere, it might cause trouble later.

He pursues the Supreme Battle Dao; he doesn't need fickle, falsely famous people around him.

Moreover, the Southern Region Yao Race forces involved behind him—whether they bring fortune or disaster is hard to predict.

Time seemed to stretch out at this moment.

Above the ruins, the wind wept. The distant spectators subconsciously held their breath, and all eyes were focused on the Newly Ascended King and the once-arrogant Kirin Son kneeling at his feet.