"Screee~~~"
A melodious phoenix cry rang out.
Fire Evil Monk stared fixedly at the phantom phoenix diving down at him, somewhat at a loss.
The new leader of Great Xia's Gods and Devils was far too domineering!
Fire Evil Monk had thought of many terms, yet they all remained lodged in his belly. He did not dare voice a single one. Nor had he explicitly declared his allegiance, but the Emperor Robe Youth had issued an order without so much as asking.
Feng Soul Imprint?
What kind of artifact was this?
Should he dodge? Could he even dodge?
Fire Evil Monk hesitated, only to see Ran Sect Master standing suspended in the upper left, looking down at him.
Those unique horizontal black pupils were chillingly cold.
"Ah! Aaaah!" Fire Evil Monk suddenly clutched his head in both hands and cried out in pain.
A dignified First-rate Evil God ultimately still did not dare dodge.
As the illusory Little Phoenix burrowed into his divine soul, an intense pain followed.
"Offer up your loyalty, and you will suffer no more."
The hoarse voice was immensely penetrating, lingering both inside and outside the money pouch.
Fire Evil Monk's face twisted savagely as he abruptly raised his head toward the Emperor Robe Youth.
Did that searing pain seem to bolster his courage?
Lu Ran weighed the Soul Prison Orb in his hand. "You will get what you want. Everything Mr. Conglong promised you still stands.
Your godhood will be made whole.
In the future, you may also take charge of the Tian Zhu War Zone and become a regional lord of Ran Sect."
Fire Evil Monk's trembling body visibly settled considerably.
As he immersed himself in those beautiful visions, the pain rapidly lessened, though it still remained.
After all, the Feng Soul Imprint was