If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

"Your Excellency, our Canglang clan had no choice, we...we..."

The clan chief still wanted to continue his defense, but his words were inconsistent and he could not give a complete reason.

Zhou Ming, listening to his trembling explanations, had lost all patience to continue the conversation.

Zhou Ming raised his hand, his longsword pointing directly at the Canglang clan chief, his voice suddenly becoming sharp.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. I'll give you two choices: surrender or go see the King of Hell. The choice is yours."

As soon as Zhou Ming finished speaking, the Canglang clan chief's face lit up with joy, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately spoke up.

"Your Excellency, we surrender, we surrender."

"You can surrender, but hand over your soul cores."

Zhou Ming sheathed his sword, his gaze falling on the Canglang clan chief, his expression a half-smile.

Upon hearing this condition, the Wolf Clan Chief's expression changed, and he hesitated, "Ah? This...this..."

He understood perfectly well what handing over the core of his soul meant.

The core of the soul is the origin of the demon race. Once it is handed over, one will be subject to others, lose one's freedom, and become someone else's slave.

But there were only two paths before them: to refuse meant immediate death, and to accept meant the loss of their freedom.

The chieftain of the Azure Wolf Clan stood in mid-air, struggling intensely with his inner turmoil, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

Just as he was hesitating, a wolf-wielding cultivator behind him stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"Chieftain! My Canglang clan will never be slaves! We'll fight him to the death if necessary!"

Upon hearing this, the Wolf Clan Chief's previously conflicted expression turned deathly pale.

He knew very well that if they really went to war, the entire Canglang clan would be wiped out today.

He didn't want to gamble with the lives of his entire clan.

Before Zhou Ming could speak, the Canglang clan chief immediately spoke up to express his opinion.

"Your Excellency, my Canglang clan is willing to hand over our soul cores and from this day forward, we are willing to serve you."

After completing this step, he seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit, and instantly aged considerably.

He turned around and faced the group of Mahayana cultivators from the Azure Wolf Sect behind him, speaking in a somewhat weary voice.

"My Canglang clan has suffered such a calamity today, and I, as the clan leader, am unforgivable."

"We will not force you to wait, but if anyone is unwilling to hand over their soul core, they will have no further connection with my Canglang clan from now on."

"I cannot risk the lives of the entire Canglang clan because of your momentary impulse."

The group of Mahayana cultivators behind him exchanged glances upon hearing these words, their faces filled with hesitation, each looking at the other in bewilderment.

Some people were unwilling to be reduced to slaves.

However, some people were afraid of Zhou Ming's strength and did not want to lose their lives, so everyone was undecided for a moment.

Just as everyone was caught in a dilemma, the chieftain of the Canglang clan secretly activated his divine sense and transmitted his voice to the Mahayana cultivator behind him.

"Listen to me, save your life first, then we'll deal with it slowly. Quickly hand over the soul core."

He thought his telepathic communication was discreet enough to go unnoticed.

But Zhou Ming was standing not far away, and the other party's divine sense transmission, word by word, was clearly transmitted into his perception.

Zhou Ming found it somewhat amusing.

The patriarch of the Canglang clan was at the peak of the Mahayana stage. In his understanding, as a fellow Mahayana cultivator, even if Zhou Ming was powerful, it was impossible for him to detect his divine sense transmission.

He never expected that Zhou Ming's spiritual power was many levels higher than his own.

Zhou Ming remained expressionless, nodding slightly as if acknowledging the clan leader's telepathic message.

Immediately afterward, Zhou Ming spoke directly, his voice echoing throughout the void: "Your clan leader is right, preserve your lives first, then we can proceed slowly."

His words stunned all the Mahayana cultivators present.

My mind went blank; I couldn't react at all.

Everyone was filled with shock.

The clan leader's telepathic communication was supposed to be a private exchange, so how could it possibly be overheard by the other party?

But this fact, as it stands, can only prove one thing.

Zhou Ming's cultivation level far exceeded everyone's expectations.

They originally thought that the two sides were at most competing on equal footing, but now they realize that the one they are facing is fundamentally on a completely different level.

The atmosphere in mid-air instantly became oppressive.

Those Canglang cultivators who had originally intended to fight to the death had now lost most of their fighting spirit.

Seeing this, some of the previously hesitant Mahayana cultivators with the Azure Wolf Realm took out their own soul cores.

Clusters of core divine soul light orbs drifted toward Zhou Ming.

However, some Mahayana cultivators remained standing and observing, without taking immediate action.

Zhou Ming also lost patience.

"You have three breaths. Surrender or die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and his longsword once again pointed at all the Canglang cultivators present.

Intimidated by Zhou Ming's words, the remaining Mahayana cultivators no longer hesitated and began to hand over their soul cores one after another.

Only the Mahayana cultivator who had just shouted that the Canglang clan would never be slaves remained, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared intently at Zhou Ming, refusing to yield.

Zhou Ming raised his hand and waved it, gathering all the flying soul cores together.

He looked at the monk who refused to surrender and smiled.

"You have a lot of personality, and I like that."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator assumed that Zhou Ming appreciated him, and a hint of smugness appeared on his face.

But before his smug look could last long, Zhou Ming swung his longsword, and with a flash of light, severed his head.

The corpse was then collected by Zhou Ming into the Qiankun Pearl and used for refining in the central part of the Qiankun Pearl.

After dealing with all of this, Zhou Ming turned to the Canglang clan chief and gave him an order.

"Withdraw all your troops from the field and wait for the Ming Dynasty to take over."

After giving his instructions, Zhou Ming ignored the group of Canglang people and turned to fly towards Sanhe Island.

The lives of all the high-ranking members of the Canglang clan were in Zhou Ming's hands. Even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to disobey his orders.

Not long after, Zhou Ming returned to his original appearance and went back to the battlefield airspace where he had separated from Dongmei.

Dongmei was busy arranging various matters for her soldiers to take over the Lingxu World.

Just as he finished making the arrangements, he looked up and saw Zhou Ming standing beside him.

Her face instantly turned extremely pale.

In Dongmei's mind, no matter how strong Zhou Ming was, it was impossible for him to eliminate an entire clan in such a short time.

In her view, Zhou Ming's rapid return could only mean that something unexpected had happened during the battle.

Seeing that Dongmei's expression was off, Zhou Ming assumed that something had happened on the battlefield.

He immediately spread his divine sense to scan the surroundings, but did not detect anything unusual, so he couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Dongmei looked at Zhou Ming, who was pretending to be unaware, and felt a surge of anger rising within her.

"Don't you know what happened? Why are you pretending not to know?"

After saying that, she probably realized her tone was inappropriate, and then explained:

"I just finished arranging everything, and now I have to readjust everything again."