Refined into Fire Slaves

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Countless bursts of spiritual energy erupted, tearing ravines across the earth.

Bailing King was so terrified that he collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling in fear.

Was this really a Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign? He was actually stronger than an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign.

After the spiritual energy storm dissipated, the four Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns at the center of the explosion were all sent flying. Their bodies were covered in blood as they coughed up mouthfuls of it in utter misery.

As they watched Chen Mo approach step by step, they began begging for mercy without pause. The dignity of Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns had vanished completely.

Chen Mo had originally intended to kill all four of them, but Qing Yanjing's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, telling him that he could use soul contracts to take them as servants.

Chen Mo considered it and found it reasonable. Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns were already considered top-tier combatants in the Great Thousand World. Moreover, if he wanted to establish the Mo Ying Guild in the Great Thousand World, he would need manpower. Four Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns would be powerful assistants.

However, Chen Mo still did not trust mere contracts of servitude. Over time, such a thing would only slowly breed hatred in their hearts. If they ever found a way to break the soul contract and stabbed him in the back, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Only something like the Heavenly Demon Puppet could truly put Chen Mo at ease.

With that thought in mind,

Chen Mo's enormous body, towering ten thousand zhang high, looked down upon the crowd below. "I can give you a chance to live."

The four Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereigns froze at those words, then immediately knelt before Chen Mo in