Zhu Meique sat elegantly on the luxurious chair, his expressionless face watching Luo Xiu approach, his eyes gradually revealing a trace of admiration.
"I have seen the battle between you and Zhang Qiming," he said. "The fact that you defeated him truly surprised me, but now that you've lost that power, there is only one path for you when facing me: death."
Luo Xiu stopped, a sarcastic smile touching his lips. "If you saw it, why didn't you make a move then? Did you have to wait for me to recover before coming to kill me?"
Zhu Meique chuckled lightly. "Zhang Qiming isn't worthy of joining forces with me, let alone to gang up on a junior."
"Chen Shuisheng, your courage is commendable and your spirit extraordinary. I admire that. Therefore, I will give you two choices."
"First, become my War Slave. From this day forward, I will be your master. It is your honor to serve me. Second... death."
