Chapter 934 - 721: Slave_2

Dragon King Hall.

The White Clothed figure stepped on the white jade stone, strolling into the grand hall surrounded by dragon pillars, shining brilliantly. This was his first time coming to the Dragon Palace, indeed an awe-inspiring sight.

Although captured alive by Abnormal People, he was not bound or shackled because it was simply unnecessary here.

"Wang Mian pays respect to the Dragon King."

The White Clothed figure half-kneeled on the ground, speaking respectfully.

He was proud, yet also knew when to advance and retreat.

A hundred meters in front of him, an imposing figure sat lazily on a sinister throne.

Below the throne, sixteen figures stood steadfast on either side.

Their gazes also focused on the White Clothed figure.

"Martial Emperor, Upper Rank Spirit King, your strength is decent. Are you the Vice Sect Leader of the New World?" Hai Shan asked indifferently.

"Yes, I am."

The White Clothed gently raised his head but dared not meet the Dragon King's gaze directly.

Even for him, he was powerless before the invincible powerhouse, Hai Shan.

The person before him had reached the pinnacle of the Emperor Realm, nearly a Demigod.

If it weren't for the space origin of the Divine Martial Continent undergoing mutation, nearing collapse, perhaps he would have become a Demigod.

This was the universally acknowledged strongest of the Divine Martial Continent and Earth.

The number of Emperors who had died at his hands surpassed those of the Pure Land and New World combined.

"Since you are the Vice Sect Leader of the New World, why cooperate with Lin Feng to hunt the Alien Emperor?"

Hai Shan continued to ask, his voice devoid of anger.

He seemed unconcerned about the life and death of Emperors.

Alien Emperor?

The term surprised the White Clothed figure, but he dared not ask further, replying respectfully: "I am the new Apostle of the Dream Celestial King, aspiring to become the new Celestial King."

The White Clothed figure did not argue, as it was pointless, instead choosing a very credible reason.

Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Hai Shan's lips.

He did not doubt Wang Mian's words.

He had also confirmed Wang Mian's identity with the New World's Sect Leader.

The Dream Celestial King had collaborated with them, and the New World had already pledged allegiance, making Wang Mian's words highly credible.

Even if he lied, Hai Shan did not mind.

Regarding the Pure Land's objective this time, he did not ask, for he already knew.

"In that case, become my slave!"

As Hai Shan spoke, he extended his right hand, his forefinger lightly tapping into the void, where dark and cold energy emerged, rapidly forming a complex and exquisite magical array.

The array floated midair, emitting a faint glow. Prolonged gazing caused dizziness, as if it could devour one's soul.

When Hai Shan uttered the word "slave," the White Clothed figure's body trembled, and as the array formed, his body stiffened.

The White Clothed figure bowed his head, falling silent.

Hai Shan did not urge.

Many Abnormal People looked on mockingly, believing Wang Mian would not resist.

Having already given up struggling, obediently coming to the Dragon King Hall, implied Wang Mian still did not wish to die.

Not wishing to die meant becoming the Dragon King's slave.

There was no second choice.

Or rather, once Wang Mian stepped into the Dragon King Hall, death became a luxury.

Death was not the most terrifying outcome.

Many methods would make Wang Mian wish for death instead of living.

The White Clothed figure remained half-kneeled, silent for two to three minutes, then finally rose slowly to stand at the array's center.

The black array rotated continuously, its intricate patterns roaming over his skin before finally sinking into his body.

"Ugh!"

The White Clothed figure grunted, his expression twisted, appearing somewhat hideous.

He seemed to be enduring unbearable pain.

The pain persisted for five minutes, and as it faded, a mark gradually emerged on his forehead.

A purple unicorn mark.

Its appearance signified the completion of the master-slave contract,

also marking the identity of a slave.

From this moment on, his life and death rested in Hai Shan's whim.

The White Clothed figure could feel his consciousness bound by a soul force. Though it didn't affect his power, it was somewhat uncomfortable.

"You are quite clever, not struggling needlessly."

Hai Shan spoke indifferently as the space trembled around.

He seemed a bit disappointed with Wang Mian's compliance.

"Since you aspire to become the Pure Land's Celestial King, I will provide you with resources to swiftly surpass the Extraordinary, as a Dual Emperor Powerhouse, you should secure a Celestial King position," Hai Shan remarked.

By now, Wang Mian was already his slave, a personal possession.

Generously nurturing his slave, Hai Shan was quite open-handed.

The White Clothed figure bowed slightly, his face pale, his mood clearly somber, even when Hai Shan promised a swift breakthrough to Extraordinary; he showed no joy.

Hai Shan did not mind.

Anyone who became a slave, with their life beyond their control, would be in a poor mood.

It was understandable.

He had numerous Human Race slaves, possessing experience with such situations.

In time, acceptance naturally comes.

For lacking acceptance would not change a thing.

"Tabo, take him to the Monkey Courtyard."

Hai Shan said, and as his words fell, a buff man about two meters tall appeared before Wang Mian.

This man had a western face, with no unicorn horn on his forehead, but a purple unicorn mark instead.

This indicated that he, like the White Clothed figure, was a slave to Hai Shan.

The White Clothed figure's gaze remained calm, displaying no unusual expression.

He bowed slightly to Hai Shan, then followed the man away from the Dragon King Hall.

Along the way, every Abnormal Person who saw the mark on his forehead looked with disdain and contempt, yet showed no intent to kill.

The purple unicorn mark seemed akin to a special pass.

Silent throughout.

Tabo said nothing, and the White Clothed figure asked nothing.

Tabo led Wang Mian to a courtyard.

"Looks like there's a new member?"

Laughter resounded, and the White Clothed figure followed the sound, spotting a Southeast Asian-featured young man, who also bore no unicorn horn but had the purple unicorn mark instead.

In the courtyard were many figures, over ten, comprising men, women, young, old from different countries, all Human Race, also slaves.

Among them were a few familiar faces.

All were well-known Emperors, missing for a long time.

The new arrival was met with neither welcome nor rejection.

At most, their gazes were complex, somewhat empathetic.

"Brother, tough luck!"

Suddenly, a soft voice spoke behind Wang Mian.

It sounded close, almost like a whisper.

The White Clothed figure didn't turn, internally chanting, "Divine Protection!"

A fierce repulsive force erupted, visible ripples spreading around.

"Good skill!"

A silhouette flew backwards, exclaiming in mid-air, constantly adjusting posture, resembling willow catkins, finally landing gracefully.

The White Clothed figure looked at the person, a young man roughly 1.75 meters tall, ethnically Eastern, speaking Japanese.

The White Clothed figure did not make another move.

The other harbored no murderous intent; likely, it was merely a test of his strength.

Testing if he was a pushover.

"Is this the Monkey Courtyard?"

With desolation all around, the White Clothed figure internally jeered.

They really didn't see them as human!

After all, they were now slaves.

Tabo, having completed his task, turned and walked into a northwestern room.

Throughout, he never uttered a word, maintaining a deadpan expression.

"Choose a room yourself, open doors mean no one lives there,"

said a black dress-clad, blonde woman upon noticing the White Clothed figure standing there, then she too walked into a room.

"Not much to look at, but quite strong!"

"Seems to be from Hua Country."

"Another unlucky soul."

Amidst the gossip, the White Clothed figure observed for a bit, then chose a room near the corner.

Closing the door, he surveyed the room, about thirty square meters, quite empty except for a wooden bed, table, and chairs, no other furnishings.

Gently closing his eyes to sense, there were no concealed mental fluctuations either.

Seeing this, the White Clothed figure's body slightly relaxed.

Touching the mark on his forehead, the real and delicate texture painted a slight smile on his lips.

A peculiar smile, tinged with mockery.

"You have contracted with me, not Wang Mian."

In his ethereal mutterings, one black and one purple heterochromatic eyes glowed, flickering. As the black light gained dominance, the purple eyes dimmed.

The next moment, his expression carried a hint of bewilderment as he surveyed his surroundings.

"Did I survive?"

Muttering with a trace of delight.

Meanwhile, the purple unicorn mark on his fair forehead was gradually fading away.