Boom!
In the imprisoned realm, countless lightning surged, piercing through hundreds of figures in an instant, leaving only one.
Ying Xiaoxiao was covered in blood, seemingly aware that escape was impossible. She ceased struggling and instead turned back to gaze at Li Hao, her eyes, obscured by flying strands of hair, were filled with tenderness, as if cherishing this last moment.
"You want me to become your disciple, I can do that. Whatever you want, I'll agree, just spare them!"
Li Hao's heart ached, and he gritted his teeth, speaking to the Heavenly Palace Venerable.
The Heavenly Palace Venerable's gaze was indifferent. After a while, he said, "Kneel."
"Don't kneel!"
Before Li Hao could act, Ying Xiaoxiao shouted sharply, "As a Supreme Disciple, you must never kneel to another. Even if you beg him, he won't spare us. He wants information about your master, to eradicate hidden threats. He is afraid!"
