Ye Feng entered the World Treasure Box.
The assassin who had tried to kill him saw Ye Feng enter the World Treasure Box and kept backing away. His terrified eyes remained fixed on Ye Feng.
Ye Feng raised a hand and waved it. Mana transformed into a Grand Tutor Chair. He sat down on it.
After obtaining the divine position of the Chaos God, he could create external objects and manifest all things. To him, such an ability was a trivial matter.
But to the assassin before him, it was absolutely no trivial matter.
Law, Heaven, Image, Earth—manifesting all things.
In the Upper Realm, such an ability was something only Void Dao Realm giants could barely possess.
Ye Feng stared at the assassin without speaking, yet his authority alone inspired awe.
The atmosphere between him and the assassin was rather peculiar. The assassin's mind was being suppressed by an immense pressure, one that made him suffocate and drove him toward collapse.
After quite some time, the assassin still had not broken down.
Ye Feng inwardly remarked that the man had some resolve.
An ordinary person would have confessed everything long ago in such a situation. Even Moon Chan Fairy, his former maid, had not lasted this long.
Ye Feng broke the silence and asked, "Hand over every precious technique you possess."
Ye Feng's words carried a tone that brooked no doubt.
His calm voice struck the heart like a tolling bell, battering at one's mental limits. It possessed a strange magic that compelled people to submit and obey.
The assassin appeared calm, but his mind and spirit were under enormous pressure. His hands were clenched tightly, his nails digging into his skin. The pain kept him awake, preventing Ye Feng's bewitching voice from affecting him and making him involuntarily reveal