The Demon Ape was dumbfounded. It stared at Yang Xiaotian, at the Sword of Azure God in his hand, its expression alternating between gloom and brightness, as it took a deep breath, "Fine, if you can grant me my freedom again, I shall become your Mount Beast."
It understood what the Sword of Azure God meant.
And it was precisely for this reason that it did not have too many reservations or hesitations.
In the future, when Yang Xiaotian wielded control over the Azure God Continent, being his Mount Beast would be an unparalleled honor.
So, Yang Xiaotian had the Demon Ape release its soul, and with the blood pact method, he imprinted a spiritual mark in the Sea of Souls of the Demon Ape.
With his current Soul Power, he was fully capable of controlling three Mount Beasts.
Yang Xiaotian then infused his True Yuan, slashing towards the iron chains.
"Clang!" A resonant sound echoed.
The iron chain burst out with astonishing cold light.