"I..."
Archer Whitaker only managed to utter a single word, "I", before he could say no more.
Previously, outside the Blood-Ant Realm, he repeatedly targeted Marshall Morgan, deliberately attributing the Zenith Sword Sect's intent to hunt Astral Hall students on Marshall Morgan, inciting the Astral Hall crowd against him.
Just now, he incited the disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect to surround and kill Marshall Morgan.
Marshall Morgan's reason for not killing him? He couldn't even think of one himself.
"Seems like there's none, then die!"
Marshall Morgan said coldly.
"No, don't kill me."
Suddenly, Archer Whitaker dropped to his knees, crying out desperately, "Brother Skylark, spare my worthless life. In the future, whatever you ask, I'll agree. From now on, I'll be your servant, at your beck and call."
"Be my servant? Are you worthy?"
Marshall Morgan spoke indifferently.
Boom!
A powerful aura erupted from his body, oppressing both Archer Whitaker and the green-robed youth.
