Chapter 1559: Three Counts

Chapter 1559: Chapter 1471: Three Counts

By the time Wang Yan rushed to Yan’s side, Yan was already gripping Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting tightly in his hands.

Yan’s enormous palm was actually taller than both Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting put together; the two of them, caught in his grasp, could only stick their heads out.

And now, Wang Yan finally saw clearly that Yan’s cultivation was shockingly high—he had already reached the realm of Three Elements Morning Qi.

Being held in the hand of such a powerful Yan, with just a light squeeze, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting would instantly be crushed into meat paste.

Seeing this, Wang Yan’s heart burned with anxiety. He immediately roared at Yan, “Put them down!”

Though he shouted, Wang Yan didn’t dare step forward at all, afraid that if he angered Yan, Yan would immediately crush Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting to death.

Seeing this, King Yama, standing behind Wang Yan, began to laugh wildly. “Hahaha, Wang Yan, smart your whole life, but muddle-headed for a moment. Didn’t it ever occur to you that with your mere Demon King cultivation back then, you could never have been so lucky as to ‘pick up’ such a powerful Demon Beast?”

Hearing this, Wang Yan suddenly understood.

Back then when he found Yan, it had seemed like a coincidental stroke of fortune—he poured his heart and soul into it—but in fact King Yama had deliberately laid the trap and lured him into it.

And with Yan’s cultivation so powerful, how could he possibly have been wounded in that battle on the yacht with the beggar’s three disciples?

The reason he got hurt was to seize the chance to feign sleep and conceal his terrifying cultivation.

Now the truth was all laid bare, and Wang Yan was consumed with regret. He regretted ever giving Yan to Beiming Xue, and regretted even more that he realized so late—Yan’s flaws were so glaring, how had he failed to see them all along?

For a moment, rage and remorse surged together into Wang Yan’s heart.

Seeing Wang Yan’s look of endless regret, King Yama burst into wild laughter. “Hahaha, Wang Yan, haven’t you always styled yourself a man of feeling? Now your lovers are in my hands. Are you really so ruthless as to ignore them and let me kill them? Or are you going to obediently agree to my terms?”

At this, Wang Yan slowly turned around to face King Yama, and said coldly, “What terms?”

King Yama snorted and said, “Is that how you speak when you’re asking a favor from me? Wang Yan, since you’re begging me, you should address me as Lord King Yama.”

At this, Ma Jun, Fang Jinchun, and the others all rushed up, shouting curses at King Yama.

“Bastard, what the hell are you, to dare make Brother Wang Yan call you ‘lord’?”

“You’re a defeated dog, and you still dare act so arrogant!”

King Yama didn’t even look at Ma Jun and the others. He kept his gaze fixed on Wang Yan and said blandly, “If you don’t call me ‘lord,’ then don’t even think about hearing my conditions.”

Wang Yan slowly raised both hands to stop Ma Jun and the others, then took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Lord King Yama, what are your conditions?”

Hearing Wang Yan finally give in, King Yama immediately laughed triumphantly. “Haha, Wang Yan, weren’t you just acting all high and mighty? And now you’re admitting defeat too? Fine, since you’ve called me ‘lord,’ I’ll tell you my terms.”

As he spoke, King Yama clasped his hands behind his back, a reckless smirk on his face. “The first condition: you kneel in front of me and shout three times, ‘I was wrong.'”

Just hearing this first condition, Ma Jun flew into a rage, glaring at King Yama and yelling, “You bastard, what kind of bullshit condition is that?!”

King Yama chuckled coldly. “Don’t be in such a hurry, that’s only the first condition. The second condition: Wang Yan, you will crawl over to me on your knees and let me inject Divine Power into your Nascent Soul. From then on, you will be my Human Slave and will obey only my commands. Otherwise, with a single thought, I can kill you.”

Hearing this second condition, Fang Jinchun couldn’t help stepping forward, roaring, “Bullshit! Senior Brother will never submit to you!”

King Yama strolled a few steps leisurely, shaking his head. “Don’t be impatient. I still have a third condition. This third condition is: all eight million Demon Cultivators will commit suicide, turn into Evil Ghosts, and become my subordinates.”

At this, the eight million Demon Cultivators looked at one another. Each of these three conditions was more vicious than the last, more poisonous than the last, and in the end they encompassed all eight million Demon Cultivators.

Such venomous terms, they could simply refuse.

But if they refused, they would have to watch Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting die before their eyes.

If they agreed, then everything they’d fought through countless life-and-death battles to achieve along the way would be handed over without a fight, letting the Human Realm plunge back into darkness?

Everyone turned to Wang Yan, waiting for his decision.

Wang Yan stood there, face pale, plunged for the first time into an unprecedented confusion.

Though Wang Yan didn’t say a single word, they all understood that at this moment his heart must be in excruciating agony.

Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were the women he loved most, while the eight million Demon Cultivators were his dearest brothers.

As Wang Yan, how was he supposed to choose?

Just then, Ouyang Feiting, trapped in Yan’s hand, shouted, “Brother Wang Yan, don’t worry about us! Even if we die, we’ll have no regrets in this life!”

Beiming Xue had already broken down in tears; she simply couldn’t believe that Yan, whom she had tenderly cared for over so many years, was actually her enemy, that he was now going to kill her.

King Yama laughed loudly. “Wang Yan, I’ll count to three. If you haven’t made your decision by then, I’ll give the order to kill these two women.”

“Three—”

King Yama shouted in a booming voice.

At this, Wang Yan lifted his head to look at Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, his eyes brimming with sorrow.

Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were also looking at Wang Yan; both of them had tears streaming down their faces.

Though the three of them were only seven or eight steps apart, those seven steps were as vast and impassable as a heavenly chasm.

What that heavenly chasm separated was the furthest distance between life and death.

“Two—”

Just then they heard King Yama shout again.

Only one final number remained for Wang Yan to make his decision.

Ouyang Feiting shook her head frantically, saying, “Brother Wang Yan, don’t abandon righteousness for our sake. For the sake of eight million brothers, our deaths will be worth it.”

Beiming Xue turned her head to look at Yan instead, saying in anguish, “Yan, all these years, I’ve thought countless times about when you might wake up, about you keeping me company and playing with me again. But I never imagined you’d wake up like this, that you’d ‘play’ with me in such a way—”

Yan’s eyes had been purely blood-red all along, with no hint of emotion. But when he heard Beiming Xue’s words, a flicker of hesitation suddenly flashed across those blood-red eyes.

Seeing that trace of hesitation, Wang Yan’s heart stirred; suddenly it was as if he’d thought of something.

But by then it was too late—King Yama shouted loudly, “Three—”