Hearing that Ian Song could kill a Profound Immortal with just his physical body, Hector Yang instantly realized that the two of them had kicked a steel plate. Although he still harbored some doubts about Ian, just the fact that Ian could defeat Zhou Tianlong with a wave of his hand meant they were no match for him.
"Thud!"
Hector Yang dropped to his knees, kowtowing as he begged, "Please spare me, sir! I was blinded by greed. Please forgive me this once—I'll do anything for you, even be your servant!"
Hector took the spirit grass, didn’t hesitate, and popped it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it quickly.
Ian Song sneered. These two were filthy and reeked—he had zero interest in making them his servants.
Hearing Ian Song's words, Hector Yang's face turned extremely ugly. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "Sir, I know of a divine tomb whose restrictions have been damaged. If you spare me, I can take you there—maybe we could even seize the treasures inside!"
"If that's the case, why haven't you grabbed the treasures yourself?" Ian Song asked coldly.
Hector Yang explained, "Sir, you're giving me way too much credit. My cultivation has already fallen to the Earth Immortal level. Even if the tomb's restrictions are damaged, I can't break in. But you—if you can kill a Profound Immortal with just your body, your strength must be earth-shattering. You might actually have a shot at getting inside!"
Ian Song said coldly, "Then lead the way. If you're telling the truth, I'll spare your life. But if you dare hide anything or try any tricks, don't blame me for killing you!"
After walking for about seven or eight minutes, Ian finally couldn’t stand Hector’s snail-like pace anymore. He urged, “Can you pick up the pace?”
"Really?"
Ian glanced around and, sure enough, spotted a patch of black spirit grass growing all around the divine tomb.
He reached out and, with a casual air-grab, plucked a stalk of spirit grass and tossed it straight to Hector Yang.
Hector was a pro at this. He took the spirit grass, didn’t hesitate, and popped it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing like it was a snack.
Seeing Hector was unharmed, Ian finally took a stalk for himself and swallowed it. This time, Hector hadn’t lied—once Ian ate the grass, the frozen immortal yuan force in his body quickly thawed and flowed normally again.
"Let’s go!"
Ian urged, a hint of impatience in his voice.
"After you, boss!" Hector replied with exaggerated politeness.
Soon, the two of them left the area around the divine tomb. As for Drake Zhou’s fate, neither of them gave it a second thought.
After walking for about seven or eight minutes, Ian finally couldn’t stand Hector’s snail-like pace anymore. He urged, “Can you pick up the pace?”