"Slaves are still high-level and low-level?" asked a disciple of the Blood Demon Palace.

"Of course, we have divided the slaves into three types, which are high-level, intermediate, and low-level!"

"Among them, the low-level slaves are the lowest, responsible for all the hard work, including mining, heavy land, and raising demon beasts!"

"Intermediate slaves, the work will be a little lighter, and they will be responsible for us nobles from now on!"

"High-level slaves, you don't have to work, you just need to help our nobles practice, and you can also manage and order middle-level and low-level slaves!"

After speaking, the old man smiled and said, "As for what kind of slave you can be, it depends on what level of martial arts and exercises you can come up with! Besides, don't expect to resist and escape, otherwise, I will let you know what is more painful than death!"

As the old man spoke, he leaned forward, and in an instant, a terrifying coercion enveloped everyone.

Poof, poof......

A few people were directly affected by this coercion and were so shocked that they vomited blood.

"Isn't it? What kind of realm is this?"

"It's so strong! it's even stronger than the hall master of our Blood Demon Temple!"

"This ...... Is it the descendant of Yanyang Venerable, the real strength?"

Everyone in the Blood Demon Hall turned pale for a while.

In the face of such a strong man, it is indeed meaningless to run away and resist.

"How's it going, didn't anyone speak first?" the old man's face gradually became gloomy.

"I, old man, I have a martial art, it is a spirit rank martial art, Wind Legs! It is extremely powerful!" a Blood Demon disciple shouted loudly.

"Well, well, let's take a look!" the old man laughed.

Immediately someone untied his ropes.

"Tempest Leg Method!" The disciple of the Blood Demon Hall immediately performed a set of leg techniques in front of everyone.

"It's so strong!" everyone around saw it and nodded in admiration.

This Blood Demon Palace, the foundation is indeed strong enough, any disciple can have such power.

Even a few people from the Great Cloud Dynasty were secretly amazed.

"Well, it's not bad, you can be a mid-level slave!" the old man laughed.

"Thank you, master!" said the Blood Demon Hall disciple with a flattering face.

"Well, let's stand on the sidelines first, what about the rest?" the old man looked at the crowd.

"Traitor, you actually betrayed the Blood Demon Palace?" At this moment, a demon of the Blood Demon Palace, looking at the disciple just now, scolded angrily.

"Hmph, is it wrong for me to choose to follow my master?" the Blood Demon Hall disciple roared.

"This ...... Senior Brother Bloodscale, you scold him!" the devil gritted his teeth.

Bloodscale took a deep breath and said, "What did he say...... Actually, it makes sense!"

"You ......" The devil's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it, these were the words of Bloodscale, the head of the ten devils in their Blood Demon Palace.

"Hehe, you young man, your vision is not bad! Since they call you senior brother, you must also be very strong, right?

"Yes!" Bloodscale smiled, shook his arms, and broke the rope.

"Master, I'll show you one step first, the spirit level of high-grade martial arts, blood demon palm!" he said, slapping out with a backhand.

Suddenly, a huge bloody handprint burst out.

"Oh, it's extraordinary, it's much better than the one just now!" the old man nodded.

"Master, I know thirty-seven kinds of martial arts of this grade! Not only that, I have also learned higher-level martial arts, although I have not yet achieved great success, but as long as I am given time, I will definitely be able to cultivate well!"

The old man nodded and said, "Well, you are good! Then from now on, you will be a high-level slave!"

"Thank you, master!" said Bloodscales laughed.

"Senior Brother Bloodscale, how could you be like this? I misread you!" a demon from the Blood Demon Hall looked at Bloodscale and scolded angrily.

"Shut up, or I'll kill you directly!" said Bloodscale.

"Hmph, manly man, if you die, I'm afraid of a fart, and I won't be a slave if you die!" the devil roared.

Hearing this, everyone was quite moved.

Even Xiao Chen was stunned.

I didn't expect that there would be such a backbone person in the Blood Demon Palace.

"Hehe, since that's the case, let's die!" The old man in the distance snorted coldly and slapped it with his backhand.

Rumble!

In an instant, the man was smashed into a puddle of blood.

"This ......"

It was only then that everyone understood that the other party was not joking.

"Well, who doesn't want to be a slave, come out and talk about it!" said the old man with a smile.

However, the atmosphere in the room was almost frozen.

But at this moment......

"I don't want to be a slave!" a voice rang out.

Everyone's eyes fell on one person.

"Xiao Chen?" After seeing the person who spoke, Blood Scale's eyes instantly narrowed slightly, revealing a murderous aura.

"Okay, there is backbone! However, if you have backbone, you will die!" the old man also said coldly.

Xiao Chen said: "Don't worry, I can exchange one thing for our freedom!"

"Your freedom? It's a pity that you were captured by my people, and everything you have is mine now, what do you get in exchange?" the old man pouted disdainfully.

Xiao Chen raised his head and said, "Of course there is, and you will definitely change with me!"

"Oh, tell me?" said the old man, teasingly.

"Your life!" Xiao Chen said coldly.

"Are you looking for death?" In an instant, the countless descendants of Yanyang Zun were all furious.

"Master, this kid has always been rampant, you can't let him go any longer! let me kill this kid on your behalf!" Bloodscale shouted even more.

At this moment, the old man also said with a cold look in his eyes: "Boy, you really want to die!"

Xiao Chen sneered: "It doesn't matter if you kill me, but the fire spirit qi in your body, I'm afraid that there will be no one to solve it! For ten years, every month when the moon is full, your dantian will be as uncomfortable as if it is about to burst, right? And after this year, the duration of each attack has doubled, right? And the degree of pain is also getting stronger and stronger every time, right?"

The old man's face sank instantly, and he said coldly, "How do you know?"

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "How do I know, you don't have to care! You just need to know that when you have the next seizure, it will be your time of death! Calculating, it should be less than seven days, right? In other words, you have seven days left to live!"

The old man slammed the table and said, "You threaten me, believe it or not, I killed you?"

Xiao Chen spread his hands and said: "Letter, then you can do it! I will wait for you on Huangquan Road for seven days! With a super strong person like you to bury us, we will not lose if we die!"

"This ......" For a moment, the old man hesitated.

"Master, don't listen to his nonsense!

However, the old man pondered for a long time, but then he said, "Are you sure you can cure me?"

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "Of course!"

The old man took a deep breath and said, "Okay! If what you say is true, I can stop you from being a slave!"

(End of chapter)