Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8605: Surrender (1)

Zhao Hai gazed calmly at Lin Dong and the rest, a smile playing on his lips. “It’s fine. If there’s more to discuss, no problem. We’ll simply proceed. I can summon additional folks for you to slay. We’ll keep slaughtering until you yield. Should you stubbornly refuse, that’s alright too. I’ll escort you across the dark ghost sect’s islands, methodically wiping out every island Lord-level expert without pause. You’ll transform them all into the dead spirit race, and I’ll claim them entirely. Then, I’ll broadcast the news far and wide. Countless foes will descend to eradicate the dark ghost sect, sparing me the effort. Naturally, prior to that, I’ll plunder every valuable from your sect. How does that sound?”

Yama Ling caught Zhao Hai’s words clearly and bellowed in fury, “Madman! You’re a complete lunatic! Who are you? Aren’t you terrified of birthing inner demons this way? Forget ascending to the higher realms in this life, you deranged fool!” In his view, no cultivator would risk such actions, for they bred inner demons that doomed any hope of ascension.

“Inner demons? Hahaha, what’s that supposed to be? Let me enlighten you—I’ve slain countless souls and never fretted over heart devils. Oh, by the way, you lot might not know my alternate persona, so here it is: I’m Zou Xiao, leader of the Ghostwind bandits!” Zhao Hai eyed Yama Ling’s token and burst into laughter.

He hadn’t yet disclosed his role as Zhao Hai of the blood slaughter sect. Those sects were ancient rivals, their hatred profound. Revealing that now would drive Yama Ling and his group to self-destruct rather than submit, slaughtering their own to spite him.

Yet his Ghostwind Bandit guise differed. The grudge there was minor. Thus, unveiling it wouldn’t provoke extreme backlash. That’s why Zhao Hai chose those words.

Indeed, upon hearing of his Ghostwind Bandit identity, Yama Ling and the others froze in shock, despair creeping in. Not from prior enmity, but knowledge of the sinister Wind Ghost flag—that soul-devouring banner that empowered itself through kills. Ghostwind bandits showed no mercy, feeding spirits to their flag’s insatiable hunger.

Zhao Hai chuckled while observing Yama Ling’s group. “Sect Master Yan, caught you off guard, eh? Ghostwind bandits—that’s us! Hahahaha, how amusing! The outlaws hunted by the nine great sects now partnering openly with you under new faces. Truly a riot.”

Yama Ling shut his eyes tight, but they snapped open against his will. He resisted, yet Zhao Hai now commanded even that. It was a ploy to shatter his mental barriers.

Zhao Hai smirked at Yama Ling’s token. “Pointless. Think shutting your eyes saves you? Useless. Here, your life or death bends to my whim. I decree you live, you endure; I will your end, you perish—no escape. Don’t imagine this concludes it. Refuse surrender, and I won’t grant quick death. I’ll parade you through rival territories, forcing public humiliation. Yama’s order, so lofty? Dark ghost sect’s leader? I’ll erase your sect from the blood sea realm!” His cold stare pierced Yama Ling.

Those words broke Yama Ling at last. He roared, “Lunatic! Absolute madman! What do you crave?” Overwhelmed, he recognized true insanity—never had he encountered such relentless madness.

“Simple enough. Didn’t I spell it out?” Zhao Hai grinned. “From this moment, your dark ghost sect serves as my slaves. Obey me fully, or face my wrath. You invited this fate—own it.”

Yama Ling drew deep breaths, glaring at Zhao Hai. After an eternity, he growled, “What’s your scheme? Controlling the dark ghost sect changes nothing. We’re not the blood sea realm’s mightiest. Even under your thumb, you can’t dominate freely.”

Zhao Hai’s smile widened. “Never sought total dominance. But with you leashed, we advance safely. Next up: the Yin Yang sect. War’s already declared—no suspicions there. Imagine our grip on them?”

Stunned by Zhao Hai’s vision, Yama Ling reeled at the audacity. Recovering, he challenged, “Insane? Aiming to seize the nine blood sea realm sects? Unify all cultivators?”

Zhao Hai shook his head. “Not that deranged. Unifying the blood sea realm? Beyond my dreams. I tackle what’s feasible, step by step—like now. Even partial control over dark ghost sect lets me command its elite. Your members will toil for me regardless. Your dissent? Trivial. I’ll raze your sect, butcher all, seize legacies and resources, vanishing dark ghost sect from existence. No loss for me, right?”

Yama Ling stared long at Zhao Hai before conceding, “You’ve triumphed. Henceforth, I obey every command—for myself and dark ghost sect. Satisfied?” He spat the words through clenched teeth, resentment boiling.

Zhao Hai eyed Yama Ling and laughed. “You don’t sound convinced. Truth is, I disdain unwilling underlings—too risky. They plot revenge, awaiting a backstab chance.” With a wave, more entered the chamber.

Yama Ling blurted in panic, “No, wait! No regrets—I submit fully as your slave. Loyal, I swear—no betrayal!” He grasped Zhao Hai’s intent: surrender meant more kills to prove fealty. Words failed him.

Zhao Hai dismissed it, urging fresh slaughter. Midway, he halted them. “Just a reminder: I rule here. Obey, or else. Disobedience earns no mercy. Heed this well. Future schemes? Weigh today’s horrors. Fail to end me, and my reprisal crushes you. My word: life or death.”

Only after another hundred fell to Yama Ling’s blade did Zhao Hai cease. Silence gripped them—no retorts left. Fear paralyzed speech. None dared rile this maniac. As Zhao Hai warned, retaliation loomed too dire if their strike faltered.

With those hundred now undead, Zhao Hai turned to Yama Ling’s group, smiling as he waved. Their bodies lightened, control returned. Yet joy evaded them; they stood hollowed, something vital stripped away.

Zhao Hai claimed Yama Ling’s throne without hesitation, Yu Qing at his side. Seated, he addressed them: “Your task: inform every dark ghost sect island Lord of my dominion. Reveal their poisoning. Today’s kills are my ghosts, poised to bind them as I’ve bound you. Proclaim your subjugation sect-wide. Omit my Ghostwind Bandit alias. Silence the news—or instant death. Understood?”

Yama Ling and allies beheld Zhao Hai enthroned. Beneath his casual scrutiny, heads bowed instinctively. Defiance risked renewed torment, endless kills. They chorused assent, though hatred flickered in their gazes.