“Honestly, I don’t like people pretending to be fools in front of me.
If you, Qiao Wensong, were truly a half-step Demon Emperor, I’d say nothing—here in the Demon Realm, you’d have the right to posture. But you’re merely at the peak Demon King realm, aren’t you? How inconvenient! Sorry—just enough for me to control you!”
Ye Yu raised his hand, ready to enact the Divine Mind Control Technique. Time was urgent; he needed to reach Beast City quickly. If anything happened to Nangong Jingtang, it would be disastrous.
To his surprise, Qiao Wensong offered no resistance and instead asked, “Have you decided?”
Ye Yu paused. “What do you mean?”
Qiao Wensong smiled lightly. “If you strike me, there will be no turning back. I know you’re strong—young and mighty, at Demon Lord realm you felled three Demon King opponents: Manshan, Zhenyue, and Shetong. Such achievements give you pride. But you must understand that the Demon Realm is never short of prodigies. Don’t think yourself invincible!
“I, too, once did as you do, slaying even more Demon Kings. I advise you not to act rashly—you will die. Think carefully: join the Sanctuary, and I will let all past offenses go.”
Ye Yu took a deep breath, filled with regret. Why had he stopped to listen to this posturing? Now he felt sickened.
Without further hesitation, Ye Yu unleashed the Divine Mind Control Technique. Instantly, Qiao Wensong trembled, his eyes flashing gold. He sank to one knee and said with utmost respect, “Greetings, Master!”
Ye Yu struck him sharply on the head. “Wherever you are from now on, don’t ever pretend again. Understand?”
“Yes, Master!”


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