Damn it! No wonder this fellow said he would give me only one path!
Because he had no choice at all! The instant the Devil Lord's divine soul mark entered his arm, Ye Han sensed that he had no way to counter the power of this restrictive divine soul mark...
To put it plainly, once this mark had been implanted, Ye Han's fate was already sealed. This was what made such powerful cultivators terrifying. Cultivators far beneath them were nothing but ants in their eyes, to be toyed with at will.
Ye Han said helplessly, "Yes, Senior! Whatever you want me to do, please just give the order. I only hope you can...!"
Before Ye Han could finish, the Devil Lord interrupted indifferently, "You should call me Master! But that is unimportant."
As he spoke, the Devil Lord walked behind Ye Han and clicked his tongue in wonder. "Remarkable. With mere Spirit Transformation Stage cultivation, you actually possess such a powerful physical body. Truly perfect. If my own body weren't even more perfect, I might well have taken a fancy to yours!"
The Devil Lord continued, "Listen carefully. I am the Nethergod Devil Lord! I am the master of this Nethergod Demon Land, and your master as well! Don't imagine you can escape my control with your cultivation. Obediently serve me and carry out my orders, and you will still have a path to survival. Even becoming an immortal and attaining the Dao will be no difficult matter."
Hearing the Nethergod Devil Lord's words, Ye Han's expression shifted, and he inwardly scoffed. If becoming an immortal and attaining the Dao were so easy, why haven't you done it yet?
Though his heart was full of scorn, saying that aloud would only invite humiliation. He was no match for the other