If someone who knew Yun Che had been here in this place at this exact moment, they would not be able to bring themselves to believe that this black-robed man who had drenched the Cold Cloud Mountain Range in terror and blood was the same person who was once praised and feted as the number one God Child in the entire Eastern Divine Region.

Ming Xiao was either a coward or a truly clever individual. Yun Che had killed the son he valued the most, had killed his sect’s guardian forefather Ming Peng, yet he had been the first to bend the knee, the first to make a poisonous vow of loyalty.

Once he opened his mouth, the others no longer dared to remain silent and all of them scrambled to follow after him. The fates of the Sun Death Sword Master and Forefather Ming Peng were plain for all to see. If Yun Che wanted to squash them to death, it would really be no different from him stepping on a few ants.

It was patently absurd that they had actually thought that it was impossible for them to lose to this maniac from a foreign land if they joined forces.

They were even more keenly aware that the only reason why they were still alive was because they were still of use to Yun Che… Before he left the eastern realms, the only way they could survive this ordeal was to grovel before him and be people who were useful to him.

“How many devil crystals do you tribute to the realm king’s sect every decade?” Yun Che coldly asked them as he looked ahead. When he spoke, even the howling of the wind completely stilled.

The two words “realm king” caused everyone’s expression to subtly change. Ming Xiao raised his head and said in a startled voice, “Replying the supreme one. Every decade… we tribute...