"Xing Yu, you don't have a choice now. Even if I don't kill you, you're doomed,"
Long Yan stepped forward, looking at Xing Yu, a faint smile on his face.
Severely injured, Xing Yu had lost his Combat Power, and his Cultivation Realm was collapsing from within. Killing him would be incredibly easy.
"Do it," Xing Yu commanded, his expression solemn. He knew that he had completely lost this time.
"There's a way for you to survive, I don't want you to surrender. You cost me two Emperor Realm Peaks. After leaving here, you will stay by my side for five years. This is my bottom line," said Long Yan.
Two years would serve as Xing Yu's penance for the death of the Ghost Twins.
"I hope you keep your word."
Xing Yu painfully stood up, obviously accepting Long Yan's conditions.
"Of course, I, Long Yan, have always kept my word."
Long Yan chuckled, then with a wave of his hand, he seized two Top Quality Spiritual Veins.
