Lin Feng's eyes under the mask were calm, just like Blade Tyrant's gaze, indifferent and without the slightest ripple.
His lips twitched, and he spoke, "Do you want to leave?"
Blade Tyrant's cold, sharp brows twitched slightly, and the "tyrant" branded on his face made him appear even colder.
Blade Tyrant didn't speak, but his silence itself was a statement. Of course, he wanted to leave. Who would want to become someone else's slave?
"Your slave mark was not made by me, and I have never treated anyone as a slave," Lin Feng said slowly, looking at the silent Blade Tyrant. "If you want to leave, you can turn around and leave now. I will not force you, nor will I stop you. If you choose to follow me, nod, and follow me from now on."
Lin Feng's words caused a pause in the eyes of Ice Snow beside him. He looked at Lin Feng in astonishment. He was actually willing to let Blade Tyrant go. He had spent more than five thousand medium-grade elemental stones to acquire Blade Tyrant. Five thousand medium-grade elemental stones was definitely a large sum, enough to buy many powerful slave martial artists.
Blade Tyrant's gaze also flickered slightly. His deep eyes stared at Lin Feng, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"I will only give you one chance to choose, either leave now, or follow me, never to betray," Lin Feng spoke again, giving Blade Tyrant only one chance to choose.
Blade Tyrant's decision at this moment would determine his fate.
His domineering gaze gradually became sharp and aggressive, like a mad, domineering sword, staring fixedly at Lin Feng. Through the silver mask, Lin Feng's eyes were still indifferent, or rather, confident and disdainful.
He could throw away these five thousand medium-grade elemental stones and let Blade Tyrant go. But if Blade Tyrant chose to follow him, he would have no right to regret.
Many times in life, choices determine destiny. If Lin Feng did not auction off Blade Tyrant, Blade Tyrant might still be a slave in the future. By letting Blade Tyrant choose, Lin Feng had done his utmost for Blade Tyrant's sake. You can leave, if you leave, it has nothing to do with me. You can stay, but if you choose to stay, you cannot betray. Lin Feng could not spend such a great price and still allow Blade Tyrant to have the power to change his mind. He was not a saint.
Lin Feng's and Blade Tyrant's gazes once again met and clashed in the air, both sharp and domineering. The surrounding space seemed to exude a cold, killing intent, making Ice Snow feel a chill in her body, and her heart trembled.
It was cold, not only physically, but also in the bones and soul.
"I will follow you," Blade Tyrant said after a moment of silence, the sharpness in his gaze dissipating, his voice low as he nodded slightly towards Lin Feng.
"Good." Lin Feng's eyes revealed a hint of a smile. The slave martial artist he had acquired through the auction of five thousand medium-grade elemental stones, if he let Blade Tyrant go like this, he would definitely feel distressed. If Blade Tyrant was willing to follow him, it would naturally be the best.
"Remember, I gave you the opportunity to choose. You can leave, but since you haven't, and have chosen to follow me, if you betray me in the future, I will make you worse off than you are now," Lin Feng said coldly, and a chill pervaded the space.
Blade Tyrant nodded in silence, understanding Lin Feng's meaning of giving him a choice.
Today, if it weren't for Lin Feng, he would have been auctioned off by someone else. Since others dared to want him, they naturally had the ability to control him. He would still be a slave. However, Lin Feng had acquired him and was even willing to let him go. From this perspective, Lin Feng did not see him as a slave. In a way, Lin Feng owed him a favor.
Furthermore, he, Blade Tyrant, was just a slave with a slave mark on his face. If he chose to leave Lin Feng, he would still be a slave, and perhaps someone would capture him again and treat him as a slave martial artist. He could not escape his fate. Of course, it was also possible that he would gain freedom from then on, but he could not reveal his true identity.
Therefore, Lin Feng gave him the choice to abandon the person who owed him a favor and take a risk, or follow Lin Feng, a person who did not see him as a slave.
Blade Tyrant chose the latter. Since he had made his choice, he would not regret it or betray Lin Feng. This was the path he had chosen, and Lin Feng had never forced him.
"Let's go." Lin Feng took a step forward, and Ice Snow and Blade Tyrant followed behind him.
At this moment, Blade Tyrant's steps quickened inadvertently as he came not far behind Lin Feng. "Someone is following us," he said.
"I know," Lin Feng replied without turning his head, letting Blade Tyrant's eyes flicker with surprise.
Ice Snow's mind tightened, and she couldn't help but look back. Just a hundred meters behind them, there was a figure following them unabashedly, without any intention of dodging, as if he didn't care at all.
"It's him," Ice Snow's beautiful eyes narrowed, and the person following them from behind was none other than the man in the gray robe who was with Meng Cong.
"Ignore him," Lin Feng said calmly, but Ice Snow could not maintain Lin Feng's indifference. The fact that the other party dared to follow meant he had something in mind.
"His strength is at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, with a long-lasting aura, vigorous bloodline, and a hint of killing intent. He is someone who frequently engages in battles and is difficult to deal with. I can only barely handle him, and prolonged combat will lead to defeat," Blade Tyrant said in a low voice, describing the characteristics of the gray-robed man's strength so clearly that Lin Feng's eyes slightly narrowed, showing some surprise.
"Do you know my strength?" Lin Feng asked.
"You are at the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, with a long-lasting aura and a vigorous bloodline. Moreover, your essence, energy, and spirit are fused. If I am not mistaken, you have fully comprehended the Sword Intent. Ordinary people at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm are not your opponents. Even I do not have absolute certainty of defeating you," Blade Tyrant said calmly, indicating that he knew the strength of the gray-robed man was not accidental, but he could accurately deduce how strong a person was, and very accurately at that.
Ice Snow looked at Lin Feng in surprise. Was his strength only at the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm? He actually dared to take in Blade Tyrant, who was at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and he always carried himself with such confidence and arrogance.
"Follow my arrangement," Lin Feng said simply, then quickened his pace and stepped forward, with Ice Snow and Blade Tyrant following behind him.
Behind Lin Feng's group, the gray-robed
man's gaze narrowed slightly, then he smiled coldly and muttered to himself, "Since we've been followed, do you think you can escape!"
A slave martial artist like Blade Tyrant, who was at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and Lin Feng, who had once possessed over ten thousand medium-grade elemental stones, were quite attractive.
With a light tap of his foot, the gray-robed man's figure became exceptionally agile, like a breeze, floating on the avenue, continuously closing the distance with Lin Feng's group.
However, just then, the bodies of Lin Feng's group veered, stepping into a nearby tavern.
The gray-robed man raised his eyebrows, then stepped out boldly, glancing inside the tavern, then stepping in without seeing Lin Feng's group.
"To the second floor!" The gray-robed man raised his head and looked towards the direction of the stairs, only to see a young man with a clear and handsome face slowly walking down the stairs, his eyes carrying a hint of gentle smile.
"Get out of the way." The gray-robed man stepped forward, heading towards the stairs, passing by the handsome young man with a cold smile.
Just as the gray-robed man was about to step onto the stairs, a figure appeared at the staircase leading to the second floor, blocking his way. This person held a long knife, exuding an unparalleled domineering aura, and a strand of the Dao of the Knife unfolded in the air, causing everyone's pupils to shrink.
"Such a strong knife intent, no, it's a knife stance!" The gray-robed man looked at the Blade Tyrant, his voice cold. "Blade Tyrant, follow Young Master Meng, and Young Master Meng will treat you well. Why seek your own death?"
Blade Tyrant ignored the gray-robed man's words. The long knife in his hand slowly rose, and a surging knife intent madly gushed out, shaking the space.
"Chop!" Blade Tyrant leaped into the air, and the long knife drew a brilliant white light, as if the space was being cleaved, leaving a knife mark.
With a loud rumble, the staircase collapsed under this strong knife intent, and the gray-robed man's face turned cold as he shouted, "Courting death."
As he spoke, the gray-robed man's palms trembled, and his palm force sprayed out frantically, meeting the brilliant blade, and his body, under the force of the knife intent and his own palm force, plummeted sharply from the air.
The gray-robed man's palms trembled as he prepared to launch an attack in the air. However, at this moment, a strong sense of crisis came from behind him, from his back!
His heart suddenly trembled, and the gray-robed man suddenly had a feeling that he had overlooked something fatal just now.
His eyes turned, looking towards the ground. Immediately, he saw the handsome young man he had ignored, but at this moment, the young man's pupils were ruthless and icy, filled with endless killing intent!
His heart twitched violently again!