Chapter 18 The Art of Domination

The eyes of the three ghost deities simultaneously flashed with a sinister aura. Li Xue, the only one who hadn't moved, also pretended not to see their actions.

As the skinning blade slowly approached Old Liu's head, Old Liu suddenly flicked his wrist upward, swinging Xiao Kui over his head and throwing her behind him.

Skin Peeler, about to succeed, was startled by Xiao Kui's exclamation. When she looked up, she saw Xiao Kui's open mouth.

Skin Peeler disappeared the moment Xiao Kui fell.

Just as Bone Scraper was about to raise his knife and attack Old Liu again, Li Xue thrust the hollow iron pipe in his hand into Bone Scraper's neck. Green phosphorescence splashed along the pipe, and Flesh Carver knelt on the ground with a thud, "Master, spare me!"

Old Liu tapped his palm lightly with his fan and said, "Since ancient times, there has been a distinction between master and servant. Even if the master is weak, it is no reason for the servant to betray him."

"It's like you raise a dog. When you are strong, your dog is subservient to you. But when you are weak, it wants to eat you to fill its belly."

"After you've been lucky enough not to become dog food, would you still keep them around?"

Flesh Carver trembled all over and said, "Master, I... I was bewitched by Skin Peeler, I didn't..."

"Enough!" Old Liu pointed the fan at Flesh Carver's head, "Belated loyalty is worthless. You should go!"

Just as Flesh Carver was about to look up, Old Liu's fan pressed down, turning him into phosphorescent fire.

Old Liu looked at Li Xue with a smile, and the latter was so frightened that she prostrated on the ground: "Master, I didn't betray you."

Old Liu said indifferently: "Indeed, you did not betray me. However, you were observing."

"If I won, you would kneel and express your loyalty."

"If I lost, that knife would have been aimed at my neck."

Before Old Liu could finish speaking, Li Xue roared: "You can't kill me!"

Old Liu looked at the other party with a smile that was not a smile: "Give me a reason?"

Li Xue hesitated for a moment before saying: "Because… because… of your Qian Hun Mie (Thousand Souls Extinguished). It can only unleash its power after sealing the ghost deity."

"If you kill all the ghost deities inside, Qian Hun Mie is just an ordinary fan. Keeping me is still useful."

Old Liu said coldly: "Ghost deities are everywhere. One more or less makes no difference. Remember, before you are indispensable, never negotiate with your master."

"Because you are dispensable, angering your master will surely lead to death."

Just as Li Xue was about to look up, Old Liu's fan pressed down. Green fire overflowed from Li Xue's orifices, but he couldn't break free from the small fan in Old Liu's hand.

Old Liu deliberately pressed the fan down slowly until Li Xue's body exploded with a bang, then Old Liu took back the fan: "Old Hei! Hesitation breeds chaos!"

Hei Ye Xiao (Black Night Owl) knew that Old Liu's slaughter of four ghost deities was telling him a truth: Strike while the iron is hot!

Hei Ye Xiao was silent for a moment, then spoke to the eighteen great shamans in the Miao language.

After Hei Ye Xiao finished speaking, he turned his back with his hands behind him.

After hesitating for a long time, one of the great shamans tentatively stood up and slowly retreated outwards, until he reached the edge of the crowd, and then ran away.

Hei Ye Xiao seemed not to notice that someone had escaped, and was still standing there with his hands behind his back.

After another moment, someone else stood up and walked out. This time, the three great shamans who left no longer concealed themselves, but walked out of the crowd openly, and some even sneered as they left.

In less than half an hour, seven of the eighteen great shamans had left, while the others remained kneeling respectfully in place.

Hei Ye Xiao said in a deep voice, "Is no one leaving now?"

Seeing that no one answered, Hei Ye Xiao raised his hand and clapped twice in the air.

Soon, more than a dozen grim-faced ghost deities walked out of the distant dense forest, each carrying one or several bloody heads in their hands.

The great shamans who had just left, including their attendants, had silently become ghosts under the deities’ knives.

Hei Ye Xiao's ability to dominate the Miao region was not only due to his cultivation. The most terrifying aspect of this Miao King was his ability to command all the ghost deities within the Miao territory.

In fact, when Hei Ye Xiao cursed and killed the Gu coffin lineage in Bai Shui Village, he had already announced his return with the destruction of a ghost deity.

However, the Miao great shamans did not know that the former king had returned to the Miao region.

Those who had just retreated from under Hei Ye Xiao's nose were all newly promoted great shamans. They had only heard the legends about Hei Ye Xiao, but had never seen Hei Ye Xiao's terror.

They also paid the price for their shallowness!

The Miao ghost deities took care of the rebellious great shamans for Hei Ye Xiao, but Hei Ye Xiao's face was as cold as ice: "Why did only half of the twenty top ghost deities of the Miao region come?"

A ghost deity replied, "They... they may not know of the Great Venerable's return. I will immediately..."

"No need!" Hei Ye Xiao turned his palm outwards, and as his five fingers clenched inwards, he pulled up a great shaman kneeling on the ground from the air.

"Great Venerable..." Before the shaman could resist, Hei Ye Xiao raised his hand and chopped off his left arm at the elbow.

The great shaman's face was pale with pain, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

Hei Ye Xiao said in a deep voice: "Kneel!"