Then, they reached out and slapped themselves hard. Their cheeks were swollen and burning with pain, but they didn't make a sound.
"Hmph."
Han Mie snorted when he saw them slap themselves. Then, he ordered coldly, "Stand down."
Butler Han and the others hesitated for a while, then frowned and retreated. As they retreated, they glared at Han Long and the other traitors. If Han Long and the other traitors hadn't stopped them, they would have already subdued Xiao Yang.
They had several Stage Four Wu Zun cultivators.
Han Long and the others retreated one after another, their faces filled with guilt.
They were originally from the Han Family. It was a pity that they were captured by Xiao Yang. What else could they do to save their lives?
Han Mie saw that Han Long, Butler Han, and the others had all retreated and heaved a sigh of relief. At least they wouldn't kill each other.
He stared at Xiao Yang and said, "Xiao Yang, they have all retreated. Now, you can state your demands and conditions."
As the saying goes, one doesn't start a war without benefits. This benefit could be money, power, sex, or some kind of inner need or goal.
Xiao Yang's lips curled up. There was a faint pride on his face. He said proudly, "Let me ask you. Do you admit defeat? Do you want to fight again? If you don't, let's continue. "
Only after Han Mie was completely defeated would he be able to state his conditions.
Han Mie snorted. As proud as he was, he could only bow his head and submit.
"I've lost. I'm no match for you. Just tell me what you want."
Han Mie said fiercely. His heart was filled with hatred, and his expression was filled with unwillingness.
He thought that a Stage Five cultivator like Wu Zun had lost to a Stage Four cultivator like Wu Zun. One could imagine how unwilling and helpless he was.
Xiao Yang blinked and said slowly, "I can let Han Long and the others go. I can let the Han Family leave safely. However, since you've lost to me, you'll be my slave for ten years. After ten years, I'll return your freedom. How about that?"
You, you can dream on!
Han Mie roared in his heart.
He was the ancestor of the Han Clan, the leader of one of the top ten forces in the North Pole City. Now, he was reduced to being a slave to someone else. How could he accept this? How miserable and miserable was his ending?
But if he didn't agree, he would die. Han Long and the others would kill Butler Han and the others. The Han Family would cease to exist, and the women and children of the Han Family in North Pole City would be humiliated by other forces.
These consequences were too terrifying.
A first-rate aristocratic family might look very glorious, but once it fell, many of its own kind would crazily pounce on it to snatch its meat.
"I can make a blood oath, but I can't give you my soul blood."
After pondering for a long time, Han Mie made this decision.
Handing over the soul blood was equivalent to handing over one's life.
Although he couldn't break the blood oath, it was still better than handing over his soul blood. At least he would still be alive.
Xiao Yang hesitated.
After thinking for a while, he said, "If it's just a blood oath, I can only promise to spare your life and let Butler Han and the others go. But Han Long and the other captives are destined to be used by me, and you will also be used by me. Think carefully."
Because the blood oath was not as important as the soul blood, Xiao Yang naturally couldn't pay a huge price. Han Long and the others were a group of experts. If he could keep them as thugs and cannon fodder, why would he let them go?
However, the soul blood was different. It was equivalent to controlling the other party's life. Even if he let Han Long and the others go, he wasn't afraid that the Han Family would mess around.
"I'm not an unreasonable person. I'll reduce the original ten years by half and let you be a slave for five years."
Xiao Yang knew that Han Mie was a person with integrity and dignity. If he hurt his pride too much, it might turn against him. At that time, both sides would suffer.
Han Mie didn't resist anymore. At least Xiao Yang had made a huge concession, so he had a way out.
"Okay, this old man agrees."
He made his decision.
"Ancestor."
Steward Han, Han Long, and the others couldn't help but shout. Their expressions were filled with unwillingness.
Making a dignified ancestor Xiao Yang's slave was simply a humiliation to the Han Family.
However, what else could they do? Things had already developed to this point.
"Stop arguing. I've made up my mind."
Han Mie shouted at Steward Han, Han Long, and the others.
Then, he took out a drop of soul blood from his forehead and handed it to Xiao Yang.
After Xiao Yang took it, he took out the soul blood of Han Long and the other captives from his storage ring and returned it to them. He said, "Han Long, you're free. This is your soul blood. Take it."
Han Long and the others who were captured by Xiao Yang looked at the soul blood in front of them and couldn't help but cry.
Han Mie had sacrificed too much for them.
"Ancestor."
They choked with sobs and knelt on the ground, shouting at Han Mie.
Han Mie sighed and turned around. He didn't want to see them crying. He said, "Han Long, Steward Han, the Han Family depends on you from now on. Han Fei, Han Li, and the others are no longer here. You can return to the North Pole City."
"Ancestor."
Steward Han, Han Long, and the others cried again. They knelt a few steps forward, their eyes red.
Everyone couldn't bear to watch this scene.
"Go!"
Han Mie suddenly roared. His expression was a little ferocious, but his expression was resolute and determined.
"Yes, Ancestor. Take care."
Steward Han, Han Mie, and the others stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, then turned and left.
Xiao Yang comforted Han Mie, saying, "Han Mie, five years will pass in the blink of an eye. As long as you're here, the Han Family will not fall. I can promise you that if the Han Family is in danger of being exterminated, I'll let you go back to help. I can even send people to help you."
When Han Mie heard this promise, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."
He thought that he would have to work like a horse for Xiao Yang for the next five years. He did not expect Xiao Yang to be so easy to talk to.
This surprised him a little.
"Master, since Qing Yun is also here to offend you and harm you, why don't we capture him and make him your slave?"
Han Mie quickly got into his role. He sacrificed himself for Xiao Yang's sake.
Xiao Yang laughed heartily. He was very happy. This was exactly what he was thinking.
Since Han Mie had already submitted, then only Qing Yun was left.
Previously, when Qing Yun and Han Mie joined forces, Xiao Yang found it difficult to deal with. Now that there was only one Qing Yun, Xiao Yang had nothing to worry about.
Moreover, Han Mie had already joined Xiao Yang's side.
Han Mie had his own personal reasons for making this suggestion.
After all, Han Mie and Qing Yun's alliance was only temporary. They still had an irreconcilable feud of life and death. This feud had lasted for hundreds of years.
Since Han Mie had already fallen to the point of becoming Xiao Yang's servant, then Ye Qingyun would definitely not have a good ending. Otherwise, Han Mie's heart would be unbalanced.
It was like two people standing at the starting line and racing. If one person ran faster, then the slower person would be unhappy. However, if the faster person also slowed down, then the slower person would feel better.
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