Sang Biao was unwilling; he couldn't accept that he had lost so miserably.
Even without touching Chen Shuo, everything had already come to an end.
A roar of unwillingness echoed as he tried to stand up, but the next moment, a feeling of utter weakness rendered him completely immobile.
In that instant, a sensation of being drained of all strength surged through him.
He stared blankly at everything in front of him, unable to believe it.
"No, it can't be, how could this happen?"
Sang Biao was nearly mad, with the painful reality right before his eyes.
Chen Shuo, with his arms crossed, looked composed: "Alright, you've vented and fought enough, it's time to fulfill your promise. Tell me, what is your identity? Why are you in Su City? And what is inside this stone coffin? What is your relationship with Demon King Xiao Mingchen?"
Chen Shuo threw out all his questions at once.
Sang Biao's eyes were dim, and he no longer had the arrogance he once possessed.
He began to accept his defeat, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke: "My identity is to guard this place. Why am I in Su City? Because Su City is my territory."
"As for what's inside the stone coffin, I don't know. I only know my mission is to guard it; it exists as long as I do."
"And Xiao Mingchen is just a minion, he doesn't deserve any relationship with me."
When mentioning Xiao Mingchen, Sang Biao's eyes were filled with disdain.
To him, he had never placed Xiao Mingchen in his eyes, even though they were both Demon King level in strength.
But in terms of identity and combat power, Xiao Mingchen was no match for him.
"What do you mean? What does Xiao Mingchen come here for?"
Chen Shuo was curious; if Xiao Mingchen's status was so low, what was his purpose in coming here frequently?
"He's just a lowly tribute, all he can do is replenish nutrients."
Sang Biao's words left Chen Shuo puzzled again. Replenish nutrients?
What did that mean?
Could it be that everything Xiao Mingchen did was for the contents of the stone coffin?
Chen Shuo asked his doubts again, but Sang Biao remained silent.
"I've told you everything I can, just give me a quick death."
Sang Biao said, closing his eyes. He wasn't the type to refuse to admit defeat; having lost to Chen Shuo, he accepted the outcome.
"Who said I was going to kill you? I need to keep you alive, at least for now, you're still useful."
Initially, Chen Shuo's plan was to eliminate this man, but after their battle, he changed his mind.
The peculiar characteristics of Sang Biao intrigued Chen Shuo; he had to study what caused such changes in Sang Biao.
If he could harness those special abilities for himself, it would be a significant boost in strength.
Especially for someone of their caliber, even though their realm had reached its peak,
there would still be disparities in actual combat.
Just like Xiao Mingchen and Sang Biao, both Demon Kings, if they clashed, they might start evenly.
But over time, Sang Biao would inevitably emerge victorious.
The fundamental reason was the special abilities Sang Biao possessed.
Although Chen Shuo was already at the Demon Saint level, his advancements were based on a system, not through his own efforts. He lacked combat experience at the same level.
If he ever encountered another Demon Saint, he wasn't sure if he could stand against them.
Even if he could, what if there were other Demon Saints?
To ensure he was invincible, he needed further improvement.
He believed that beyond Demon Saint, there must be stronger forces, and the breakthrough point was with Sang Biao.
"You... you can't, a warrior can die but not be humiliated!"
Sang Biao was enraged; he didn't want to endure Chen Shuo's torment any longer. Rather than living in shame, he preferred a noble death.
Because the stone coffin was his life.
Now that he couldn't even protect the stone coffin, a glorious death was his perfect end.
As the words fell, Sang Biao's aura surged, a violent energy enveloped him, a self-destructive move unique to vampires.
It was equivalent to sealing all meridians and then exploding to death.
This was the final resort for vampires in dire straits. The power it unleashed was devastating.
Not to mention, the self-destruction of a Half Ghost King could even injure a Demon King level vampire.
The intensity was evident. Now that Sang Biao, a Demon King, was about to self-destruct, the power was terrifying.
But Chen Shuo sensed the intention just in time.
In a flash, Chen Shuo waved his hand.
A powerful restraining force pressed down on Sang Biao, who instantly became a wooden statue, losing all ability to control himself.
Feeling the change in his body, Sang Biao was filled with despair.
"No, what... what have you done to me?"
"Look, I'm saving you. Death means nothing, but living offers hope. How about we make a deal? You tell me about your mutations, and I give you a chance to start anew?"
Chen Shuo asked with a smile, but his words elicited a burst of laughter from Sang Biao: "Hahaha, what a joke, you? Make me human again?"
"If you really had that ability, why would you still be a vampire?"
Sang Biao, though angry, still had a shred of reason.
Years of intrigue had made him never easily trust anyone, even if Chen Shuo's strength could rival his master.
But as he said, even someone as powerful as his master couldn't do it, so he didn't believe Chen Shuo could.
Facing the doubt, Chen Shuo didn't rush to refute.
Because he was more concerned about another point, which was the other's attitude. If the other had rejected outright, there would be no further discussion.
But from the other's words, Chen Shuo sensed Sang Biao's desire to become human again.
It was this desire that made him question Chen Shuo's words.
"I indeed don't have that ability, but she does. You should have felt it, she's already at Platinum Tier 3, and with time, she'll become a Legendary Demon Hunter, and then nothing will be a problem."
As Chen Shuo spoke, he pointed to Su Xiyan, who was still lying on the ground in the distance.
At that moment, Sang Biao wavered, standing still with a hint of distrust in his eyes: "Why should I believe you?"