"Judging by the look on your face, you seem very unwilling to accept this?" Loren looked coldly at Malekith, who was kneeling before him.
At once, a powerful energy erupted from Loren's body, pressing down on Malekith like a mountain.
Malekith immediately felt as though he could not breathe. Cold sweat began pouring from him, and his mind started to spin.
He had never experienced such overwhelming pressure before. Even when he had faced Odin of Asgard back then, he had never felt such terror as he did now.
This young man before him possessed an oppressive force far beyond Odin's. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it, even if beaten to death.
As Loren's terrifying aura erupted, Malekith's gaze became much clearer.
As for Loren's claim that he was unwilling to accept it, Malekith hurriedly shook his head in denial. He had no desire to die at Loren's hands today.
"I... I didn't mean that." Malekith spoke tremblingly, a hint of reverence appearing in his eyes as he looked at Loren.
"If you don't mean that you refuse, then you accept it. In that case, I can give you a preferential opportunity."
Loren looked at Malekith with a faint smile, a sly glint flashing through his eyes.
Anyone who knew him understood that this was the prelude to him taking advantage of someone.
"From now on, if you are willing to submit to me and obey my commands from this day forth.
"Not only will I spare your life, but I can also help your Dark Elves regain the glory of their peak era.
"By then, the name of the Dark Elves will resound throughout the Nine Realms, and even across the entire universe."
Loren truly lived up to being