Disciple

Dobroslav, unfazed, gripped his sword and concentrated his qi on the tip. He pointed the sword toward the oncoming wave, effortlessly breaking it apart into nothingness. "You think so?" he retorted, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips, challenging the demon's ominous proclamation.

The demon, visibly surprised by Dobroslav's skill, acknowledged, "Not bad! Not bad." He scrutinised Dobroslav closely and added, "I can see that your martial spirit is compatible with our arts," his expression deep in thought.

Dobroslav stayed silent, his smile revealing a complete lack of fear in the presence of the ancient demonic lord. The contrast in talent between those who had faced the blood general, Cysio, and perished at his hands, and Dobroslav was unmistakable – like comparing heaven and earth.

The demon's smile turned vicious as he proclaimed, "I can forgive your offences in honour of your talent and take you as a disciple. How about that? It would be a shame to kill you just like that."

This time, Dobroslav was genuinely surprised. "Ohh, that's fresh! I never had a demon propose something like this before!" he said mockingly.

"These old bones do not have much time left, and it would be a shame to not leave a disciple behind! Do you agree?" The demon spoke with an imposing pressure that could easily force a common cultivator into submission.

"And what if I don't?" Dobroslav inquired.

The demon smiled with a sardonic grin, revealing his yellow, ugly teeth that marred his old face. "Let's just say that I have my methods of passing my legacy, even if you do not agree," he proclaimed, his words carrying a subtle undercurrent of threat.

With a dynamic surge of power, Dobroslav concentrated his energy, ascending to an impressive rank 28. He pounced at the demon, his sword enveloped in shadow, casting an illusion as if it were burning with a dark flame flickering about. "I choose the third option!" he shouted, a declaration that set the stage for the clash between them.

The demon, in response, assumed a defensive stance. "Kowtow to me three times, and I might still forgive you... otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless," he declared with a sinister calmness. Summoning a shield bearing the same mark as the banner near his resting place, the ancient lord prepared for Dobroslav's relentless assault.

Dobroslav surged forward with blinding speed, his sword slashing through the air with a menacing arc. The demon, quick to react, parrying the strike with a resounding clash. The dark flame on Dobroslav's sword flickered wildly, casting an eerie glow in the dim chamber.

In a seamless motion, Dobroslav twisted his body, aiming a low sweep at the demon's legs. The demon, anticipating the move, leaped agilely, evading the attack and retaliating with a barrage of energy waves. Dobroslav, undeterred, deftly dodged and countered, his movements flowing like a lethal dance.

The demon, sensing an opening, lunged forward with surprising speed, shield leading the way. Dobroslav, however, sidestepped with a swift grace, avoiding the brunt of the assault. He countered with a flurry of slashes, each one met by the demon's shield with unwavering precision.

As the battle intensified, the chamber echoed with the clash of their powers. Dobroslav, fuelled by determination, unleashed a powerful overhead strike. The demon, showcasing his seasoned skill, moved his left leg back and pushed forward with his shield, deflecting the blow with a calculated ease.

A brief lull in the combat ensued, both combatants assessing their next moves. Dobroslav, with a cunning glint in his eyes, feigned a retreat, enticing the demon to pursue. The ancient lord, wary but confident, advanced cautiously, shield at the ready. However, Dobroslav's retreat was a ruse; with a sudden burst of energy, he spun around, sword arcing towards the demon's unguarded flank.

The demon, caught off guard, hastily summoned a barrier of energy to absorb the strike. Dobroslav, seizing the moment, intensified his assault, each slash gaining momentum.

As the demon defended against Dobroslav's relentless strikes, he commented with a sinister satisfaction, "Good! Good! A child worth teaching!" His yellow teeth gleamed as he chuckled. "Submit to this master if you know what's good for you," he threatened, his laughter echoing through the chamber.