1731 I Can Give You What Bazhun’an Can’t! (1)
Lord Shou…
This was the first time Xu Xiaoshou had heard such a weird name from someone other than Xu Xiaoji.
This thing, under the light of the Saint Servant, who pushed it to spread its own infamy?
More importantly, it was a little unrealistic for a higher void to say this.
Of course, what was even more unrealistic was that this higher void was kneeling before him!
“What’s going on…”
Xu Xiaoshou pressed his hand against his temple and felt dizzy.
In less than half a day since he broke through to the Sovereign Stage, he had already made two higher void bow to him.
Compared to Li Fugui’s obsequious behavior, Zhu Yike stated his purpose clearly.
This time, Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why Zhu Yike had given him some strange looks from the start.
“Why do you want to join the Saint Servant?” Xu Xiaoshou was curious.
At this moment, Feng Xiaose and Li Fugui looked at Zhu Yike in an odd manner.
The Saint Servant was not considered a very noble faction.
Once Bazhun’an officially declared war on the Holy Divine Palace, the peace of the Saint Servant would be disrupted.
Xu Xiaoshou was even prepared that all the Saint Servants he knew would be killed.
And at this critical moment, Zhu Yike actually asked to join the Saint Servant.
Did he not plan to enjoy any blessings and was prepared to bear all the hardships?
As for whether a person would be allowed to join the Saint Servant, Xu Xiaoshou had not obtained Bazhun’an’s approval yet.
However, he still had the Four Pillars of Destiny Token in his pocket, and based on the importance Bazhun’an placed on him…
If necessary, he could either approve or disapprove on behalf of Bazhun’an, right?
Zhu Yike’s eyes glowed with devotion. He did not care about the others present; it was as if he only wanted to seize this opportunity.
“I have spent my entire life in preparation to join the Saint Servant!”
“When I inherited the Golden Gate Technique in the Southern Region, it was to regain the former glory of the Golden Gate.”
“I think no one in the world can help me with this glory, but the Saint Servant can!”
“I’ve been to many places, the Central Region, the Northern Region, and now the Eastern Region. I’ve searched for the Saint Servant, but I haven’t been able to find any of them.”
“Today, I managed to meet Lord Shou. I think that perhaps my dream has come true.”
Feng Xiaose frowned when he heard this.
A Spiritual Cultivator born and raised in the Southern Region shouldn’t be so respectful toward the Saint Servant.
The Saint Servant was an organization in the Eastern and Central regions. The influence of the Eighth Sword Deity was already very minimal in the Southern Region’s Land of Sin.
Xu Yue Gray Palace was the overlord of the Southern Region. Zhu Yike was a genius, but he didn’t even consider it. Instead, he wanted to become a Saint Servant?
Feng Xiaose expressed his incomprehension.
In fact, when Zhu Yike’s Golden Gate Technique was used, he realized that this guy might have inherited a technique that originated from the ancestor of the Eight Classics.
This was something that Zhu Yike had demonstrated earlier.
As for the higher void who tried to join the Saint Servant, unless he had been kicked in the head by a donkey, he would definitely have a clear understanding of his own combat strength.
The things that Zhu Yike had displayed might not even be one ten-thousandth of his!
Xu Xiaoshou could naturally deduce what Feng Xiaose’s thoughts were.
He looked at the person who knelt in front of him and hesitated for a moment before he shook his head.
“Anyone can say such high-sounding words, but a Saint Servant is not a tool for anyone.”
“You want to use it to achieve a certain personal goal. I think that from this point on, you have failed.”
“I’ll give you one more chance to say something that could be understood!”
Zhu Yike’s eyes sparkled brightly. He had tried to put on a show to see what Saint Servant Xu Xiaoshou’s attitude would be like.
He was very satisfied with this attitude. At least the Saint Servant did not randomly recruit people.
“I want to kill my way up Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe!”
Zhu Yike’s answer was earth-shattering, and it shocked Feng Xiaose and Li Fugui.
Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes lit up. “Your goal is not only the Saint Servant, but also for the purpose of the First Pavilion in the Sky!”
“Why?”
“For freedom!”
Zhu Yike raised his head as his eyes blazed.
Xu Xiaoshou grinned. This was exactly what he and Bazhun’an wanted.
He vaguely understood Zhu Yike’s thoughts.
“Continue.” Xu Xiaoshou’s expression reverted to its indifferent form.
Zhu Yike glanced at the people beside him, gritted his teeth, and said solemnly.
“There are too many sanctimonious people in the Holy Divine Palace! Their justice was only relative to the majority of the weak who were not a threat to them.”
“For an expert, what cannot be absorbed would be killed.”
“How many geniuses were there in the five domains of the continent? However, ninety-nine percent of the geniuses were restrained by the Holy Divine Palace. They didn’t dare to stand out, couldn’t stand out, and had no way to stand out!”
“Even a Saint…”
Zhu Yike shook his head, and the light in his eyes dimmed. “A Demi-Saint had imprisoned himself in a corner. I think that even the more mature higher void can see this.”
“You want to break through these shackles?” Xu Xiaoshou asked.
“Not just me, everyone wants to!” Zhu Yike continued.
“But there’s nothing we can do. The Holy Divine Palace controls 99% of the path to become a Saint.”
“Currently, almost no one on this continent can resist, and the only ones who can directly challenge Holy Divine Palace are the Saint Servant!”
“I don’t know what the outcome of your resistance would be. If there is such a group of people who are fighting for true freedom, I think I should be one of them.”
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