The Seven-Colored Peacock had already said as much, so Yang Chen naturally did not keep anything hidden. With a squeeze of his hand, he took out the enslavement restriction.
"Do you see this?" Yang Chen held the enslavement restriction floating in his hand.
Given the Seven-Colored Peacock's knowledge and experience, she naturally recognized the object. Staring at it, she said with chilling coldness, "An enslavement restriction? Little fellow, what do you mean by this?"
"It's simple. If you want me to let you out, fine, no problem. But you must acknowledge me as your master and willingly allow me to plant this enslavement restriction on you," Yang Chen said bluntly.
He had not planted the enslavement restriction on the Purple-Eyed Demonic Monkey, and that was after considering many factors. First, since he wanted the Purple-Eyed Demonic Monkey to follow him, an enslavement restriction would not work. Second, even if he planted one on the monkey, given its strength, it would very likely find an opportunity to turn against him.
The other party was a demonic beast with a stubborn temperament. Against such a beast, one could only make it submit wholeheartedly; force was useless.
But the Seven-Colored Peacock and the Ice-Fire Demonic Lion were different. First, Yang Chen did not believe his current strength was insufficient to control these two demonic beasts. Second, the Seven-Colored Peacock was clearly no harmless creature, so he had to stay vigilant. The purpose of the enslavement restriction was to prevent her from doing whatever she pleased.
Yet the Seven-Colored Peacock did not see it that way. Upon hearing Yang Chen's words, she laughed so hard her body trembled like a flower swaying in the wind. Fixing her eyes on him, she said, "You said yourself just now that your name is Yang Chen. Hehehe,