Jordan Shen felt the chill from the sword tip and saw the murderous intent in Ghost Guest's eyes. He couldn't help but swallow hard and began to plead.

"Senior Brother Ghost Guest, I was wrong. Please, be the bigger person and spare my life. I'll do anything you ask if you let me go."

"My people, even if they're just Spirit Slaves, are not for you to touch." Ghost Guest pressed the sword an inch deeper, the tip creating a deep indentation in Jordan Shen's throat, just a hair's breadth from piercing through. "Since we're betting our lives, only one of us will walk away today."

"Senior Brother Ghost Guest, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I promise I'll never provoke you again. Please, don't kill me." Jordan Shen trembled all over, so scared that he wet his pants.