The web of sword light stopped inches away from Zhong Zhenjun’s face.

It was as if someone had hit the pause button. In that moment, all of the web’s momentum dissipated.

Only Su Chen, with his extremely precise control over spatial Method Power, could accomplish this. No one else could have dispersed a web of dense spatial power that they had created themselves once it was unleashed.

Su Chen glanced at Zhong Zhenjun. “You’re willing to be my slave, even if that means becoming an ox or a horse?”

Zhong Zhenjun kowtowed repeatedly. “Yes, I am willing to be treated like an ox or a horse by Sect Master!”

The soldiers watching below were immediately thrown astir.

Zhong Zhenjun was still the leader of the Black Flame, a powerful Ultimate Emperor Realm cultivator. It was incredibly embarrassing for someone like him to kowtow and beg to be spared.

Even so, Zhong Zhenjun had managed to live to this point not only because of his own personal strength but also because he didn’t care much about losing face - perhaps the latter more so.

Su Chen glanced at Zhong Zhenjun and thought for a moment, then said, “Even though you’re just an old dog with no shame, I must admit that you do have your uses.”

Zhong Zhenjun was delighted. “Yes. I am still an Ultimate Emperor Realm cultivator, and I am willing...