"Control!" The azure aura on Xuanbei transformed into a blue serpent, suddenly sweeping forward, tightly enveloping Qing Xuan's entire body, greedily absorbing Qing Xuan's power.
"No, Xuanbei..."
Quiet Mountain Stream—no one knew what was happening here.
"Xuanbei, spare me..."
"Master, I'm forced into this. I didn't want to do it; you forced me into this, forced me…"
The final voice was almost a roar.
A crimson blood energy, like writhing worms, floated across Xuanbei's face, strands of red coursing beneath his skin, horrific and bizarre, exuding a menacing aura.
"I grew up with no father or mother and treated you as a father, but you sought to strip me of everything, take my Treasure Body. Today, all of this is forced by you. You taught me the rule of survival of the fittest…"
