Li Ba's voice resounded between heaven and earth, rolling like thunder and shaking people to the core.
"Su Mo, the four of us deserve ten thousand deaths. We should never have tried to assassinate you. Please forgive us, and forgive our race!"
Li Tong and the other two Overlord Race Void God Realm Fourth Transformation experts followed Li Ba's lead and spoke the same words.
The four peak experts of the Overlord Race, representing the entire race, all knelt before Su Mo.
This scene seemed destined to become an eternal image, incomparably shocking.
Tens of millions of martial artists were alarmed and terrified.
Everyone looked toward the center, at that upright young figure, at that youth who had risen with the speed of a comet, their hearts filled with endless reverence.
Invincible!
Dominating!
No words could describe what the crowd felt. Their blood merely boiled.
Yet for the countless Overlord Race members, there was only endless desolation and endless sorrow in their hearts!
One wrong step, and there was no redemption for ten thousand calamities—nothing could be more fitting than this.
"Very well. I accept you as slaves!"
Su Mo spoke. His voice was calm, yet it rang in everyone's ears.
Quite a few people were speechless. At first glance, it seemed as though the Overlord Race members were begging to become Su Mo's slaves.
The Overlord Race members secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Su Mo had finally agreed, and they had preserved their lives.
However, when they thought of becoming slaves for generation after generation, they could not bring themselves to feel happy.
"Brother Long Ao, does your Dragon Race have any good methods of enslavement?" Su Mo turned to Long Ao and asked gravely.
He knew that many great powers and major races had subordinate servant factions.