Hu Yanbo calmly swept his gaze over the prostrate Chaos Demon King, paying no attention to the deeply shaken Flame Spear King and Star Illusion King in the distance.
"Before I enslaved you, did you have a chance to send a plea for help back to the Demon Race camp?"
Both of Chaos Demon King's heads lowered as he answered with utmost reverence, "No, Master! Your methods were swift and overwhelming. Your physical attack, Soul Attack, and enslavement secret art flowed together perfectly. Before I could react at all, my consciousness had already succumbed."
An almost imperceptible gleam flashed through Hu Yanbo's eyes.
Demon Race!
King Rank!
Enslavement!
Without a trace!
Those four ideas instantly linked together in his mind, fitting perfectly into the outline of a vague notion he had entertained earlier!
With that thought, Hu Yanbo gained a clearer sense of his own role and his strategy going forward.
Only then, as though he had just remembered the two spectators nearby, did he slowly turn his head and look at the rigid Flame Spear King.
Hu Yanbo said evenly:
"Flame Spear King, judging by your earlier reaction, you seemed to have some complaints about me?"
"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not! I was blind and made baseless assumptions!" Flame Spear King shook his head frantically, almost on reflex.
Not a shred of his earlier arrogance remained!
Many powerful fighters were arrogant only toward those beneath them, never toward those above!
All bluster!
Hu Yanbo nodded slightly and continued, "I don't want the outside world learning of my true strength too soon. What happened today stays between us. Understood?"
"Understood!"
"Good!"
"Mm." Hu Yanbo gave a mild acknowledgment, then waved a casual hand. "All right, we're done here. You may go."
Flame Spear King felt as though he had been