Almost as soon as he spoke, the crescent-shaped knife that was attacking his crotch stopped. With a flick of Feng Jiu's hand, the knife flew to the side. At the same time, the barrier that trapped the two of them was broken as a ray of light shot into Ling Tianyu's brow.
"Young Master!" The guards quickly ran forward and helped him up.
"If you had admitted defeat earlier, there wouldn't be so much trouble." Feng Jiu glanced at the man who was sitting on the ground surrounded by a group of guards, chuckled, turned around and walked away.
Watching him turn around and leave, Ling Tianyu couldn't help but be stunned. Watching the figure leave step by step and disappear from his sight, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Could it be that this guy has forgotten that the loser has to be the other party's slave
"Master, are you just going to let him go?" a man next to him asked.
Hearing this, his face darkened and he asked unhappily, "What else? Let your master be his slave and follow him around to be ordered around by him?"
"That's not what I meant." The man said quickly and lowered his head.
At the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord, who had learned the news, stared at the guard and asked in a calm voice, "Are you saying that Tianyu challenged someone and lost?"
"Yes, when I came back to report the news, the young master was almost powerless under the attack of that man." The guard said with his head lowered. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his head cautiously and glanced at the city lord. Finally, he said, "Moreover, the young master and that man set a rule of heaven and earth. The loser must become a slave to the winner."
Hearing this, the city lord's face darkened: "Ridiculous! Take me there immediately!"
"Yes!" the guard responded quickly and quickly led the way.
However, when they were about to rush there, they met a group of people who were returning in shame on a street outside the City Lord's Mansion.
Seeing his son coming back covered in wounds, especially with a mark on his forehead, he felt depressed and asked, "You lost?"
Hearing this, Ling Tianyu's eyes flashed slightly, and he responded in a muffled voice with a dark face: "Yeah." His eyes swept towards the guard who was following beside him, with shame and anger in his eyes.
The guard lowered his head when he saw his angry look and whispered, "Young Master, I was worried about you, so I came back to report to the city lord."
"On your own initiative! Get out of here!" He shouted with a sullen face, staring at the guard with unfriendly eyes.
Seeing this, the guard quietly retreated.
"You still have the nerve to criticize others? You've been messing around outside all day, and now you've gotten into trouble, right?" City Lord Ling stared at him in dismay and asked, "Where's the person who beat you?"
Ling Tianyu didn't even look at his father, but tilted his head to the side, looked to the side and said, "Let's go."
Hearing this, he felt his anger rise, and shouted angrily: "Leaving? You let people go like this? Didn't you see the mark on your forehead?"
"Mark?"
Ling Tianyu was startled, as if he remembered something, and touched his brow. Yes, the loser would be a slave, and both of them condensed a drop of blood at that time, so the rules of heaven and earth would naturally mark the loser.