Chapitre 1187: Devour Fighting Soul

In the dense forest, Su Mo stood under an ancient tree, still holding Wu Sen in his hand.

"Su Mo, what do you want?" Wu Sen asked anxiously. His face kept changing as he was mulling over how to escape.

"What I want?"

Su Mo sneered. "Do you think you could fall into my hands and still stay alive?"

Su Mo hated his guts because Wu Sen had handed Hong Qingxuan to Wu Tianyu. It was something he could not tolerate.

"Su Mo, you cannot kill me. It won't do you any good!"

Wu Sen jabbered and continued in a clever tone. "If you don't kill me, I'm willing to serve you and follow your orders!"

In order to survive, Wu Sen would deign to become a slave.

"Will you?"

Su Mo mockingly said, "I have a question. What about Wu Shan and Huangfu Qing? What about the Netherworld Devil Sect, Yin-yang Palace and the Beitangs?"

"Um...!" Wu Sen hesitated, at a loss for words.

"Well?" Su Mo frowned and his eyes flickered coldly.