Tu Xiao’an watched as the Bottomless Pit was about to swallow the old monster, his demonic eyes glowing brightly with barely contained excitent.
’This is a historic mont. Once the old monster is swallowed by the Bottomless Pit, he’ll beco my War Servant, enslaved for life.’
’Serves you right for being so smug, you old monster. I was saving this unconditional subjugation for the Yaoling Mountain Range, but you just had to walk right into my line of fire.’
’Thought you were so tough, huh? Go on and regret it now.’
Suddenly, the entire clearing flashed with a brilliant light. Tu Xiao’an watched excitedly as the utterly terrified old monster was swallowed in one gulp by the Bottomless Pit, vanishing without a trace.
From start to finish, all his cultivation and imnse power couldn’t put up any real resistance.
The System Power was simply terrifying.
"DING... Congratulations, Host, for successfully subjugating the Level 37 Director of the Demon Managent Bureau, Wu Tianyi. As this was an unconditional subjugation, no rewards will be granted at this ti."
The System’s voice soon appeared in Tu Xiao’an’s mind.
’Haha, it worked!’
’Holy crap, that old monster is actually Level 37! That’s terrifying. No wonder it felt like he was just playing around when he fought .’
’Who cares about a reward? This Level 37 War Servant is the best reward I could ask for.’
Wu Tianyi was a human powerhouse on par with the Demon King Level. Moreover, he controlled the entire Demon Managent Bureau; his status was so high you could call him the most powerful man in Wencheng.
With Wu Tianyi as his War Servant, Tu Xiao’an could do as he pleased in Wencheng. From now on, he could act without any inhibitions in this city. Heaven was vast and the Earth was vast, but he was vaster.
With this, Tu Xiao’an could start cultivating his own Snake King followers right here in Wencheng.
The Director of the Demon Managent Bureau was his War Servant. Who would dare to stop him?
Tu Xiao’an’s blood boiled with excitent, and his ambitions soared. The entire city of Wencheng was now indirectly under his, a snake’s, control.
’The thought alone was thrilling. This trade was absolutely worth it. The unconditional subjugation was a one-ti-only, extrely precious opportunity, so it’s a sha to have used it, but the result is pretty damn good.’
’I was forced into a corner. I had to use it, even if I didn’t want to.’
After reveling in his excitent for a long while, Tu Xiao’an’s eyes narrowed. With a re thought, the old monster that the Bottomless Pit had devoured suddenly appeared before him.
The mont the old monster appeared, he looked completely lost and bewildered, as if he had just experienced sothing so terrifying he couldn’t yet process it.
"Kneel," Tu Xiao’an said, the corners of his lips curling into a smile of sweet revenge.
"What did you say?" The old monster froze, not yet fully comprehending the situation. Or perhaps, he simply couldn’t believe it.
Tu Xiao’an said flatly, "I said, kneel for ."
"Insolent—" The old monster flew into a rage, but Tu Xiao’an’s eyes simply narrowed again.
THUD...
The old monster’s knees suddenly slamd onto the ground, forcing him to kneel before Tu Xiao’an completely against his will.
He was stunned, utterly shocked. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. ’Why did I kneel? What the fuck is going on?’
’I’m the esteed Director of the Demon Managent Bureau! Who in the world is qualified to make kneel, let alone so lowly Snake Spirit?’
The old monster shot back to his feet, his face ashen.
THUD...
The mont he stood, he was on his knees again, facing the smiling young man.
After this repeated more than ten tis—standing up only to be forced to kneel again—the old monster fell into utter despair. Not once had he knelt willingly.
It was as if his body was no longer his own. He had beco a puppet, completely under the other’s control.
"Still don’t get it, old freak?" Tu Xiao’an’s eyes glinted with amusent. "You’re my War Servant now, and I’m your master. If I want you to live, you live. If I want you to die, you’ll explode on the spot the very next second." Their roles had been completely and utterly reversed.
Just a short while ago, Tu Xiao’an had been nothing but a pathetic insect before this old freak, who could have crushed him as easily as an ant.
But now, with a single thought, Tu Xiao’an could condemn the man to a fate beyond recovery.
This feeling could be described in one word: Aweso!
It was the best feeling in the world.
"How did you do this?" The old monster’s teeth ground together, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable fury, like an enraged lion. "I have a lifeti of prestige and power! How can I beco the War Servant of a snake?!"
Tu Xiao’an stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and raised a pale hand.
SLAP...
A crisp, loud sound echoed.
"Awake now?" Tu Xiao’an asked with a chuckle, having slapped the man across the face.
After being slapped, the old monster instinctively prepared to obliterate the detestable youth before him with a palm strike.
But his body completely refused to obey.
The corner of Tu Xiao’an’s mouth lifted. He barked, "I asked if you’re awake yet! You’re not so Director of the Demon Managent Bureau anymore. You’re my War Servant. My slave!"
"You..."
SLAP...
Tu Xiao’an hit him with a backhand. "Call Master."
"No... No... NO! This can’t be happening! This isn’t real!" the old monster roared, his rage uncontrollable. His voice rolled like deep thunder, carrying far, far into the distance.
He had absolutely no control over his own body. He couldn’t even think of harming the youth before him, not even enough to touch a single pinky finger.
The feeling filled him with utter terror and dread. He couldn’t even truly generate any Killing Intent toward the young man in front of him.
"Having trouble accepting reality? Don’t worry, I’ll help you," Tu Xiao’an said, staring intently at the nearly frenzied old monster. His eyes narrowed.
The old monster instantly felt a piercing sensation in his head, as if stabbed by a sharp needle, followed by an explosion of excruciating pain.
The pain originated from the very depths of his soul, so agonizing he could hardly breathe, feeling as if his head were about to burst.
He instantly dropped and began rolling on the ground in unbearable agony, just like Sun Wukong when Tang Monk chanted the Tightening Spell.
He thrashed on the ground, screaming endlessly, as if enduring a fate worse than death.
Tu Xiao’an simply raised an eyebrow, watching with a placid smile, his mood improving by the second.
They say the river flows east for thirty years and west for thirty years, but in his case, three minutes was more than enough for the tides to turn.
The re Qi the old monster radiated had once been enough to pin Tu Xiao’an the snake to the ground, rendering him immobile. Back then, the old man could never have imagined a scene like this.
What goes around, cos around. And now, Tu Xiao’an was collecting his debt, with interest.
Still, he had to admit, this old monster was incredibly powerful. Normally, creatures subjugated by Tu Xiao’an would imdiately submit, their entire mindset shifting in an instant.
But this old freak, aside from his body being under Tu Xiao’an’s control, showed no significant change in his ntality.
Perhaps it was because the man’s Level was simply too high. Under normal circumstances, even if Tu Xiao’an reached enlightennt and beca a Rank Three Demon Spirit, even if he beat the old monster to within an inch of his life, he would have had absolutely zero chance of subjugating him.
’Level 37... that’s a world-destroying existence, right? Standing at the very Peak of this world’s martial power.’
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