Chapter 387: Too Late; You Only Deserve to Be a Dog!
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"How is this possible?" Bo Hai Dong's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and fear.
"Oh my God, Master is truly incredible!"
Xiao Yi Xian stared at the scene before her, her mouth agape, her heart brimming with shock.
At that moment, she truly realized the extent of her mysterious master's power.
She felt an overwhelming sense of relief, grateful that she had chosen to follow him.
"When did my Eight Extremes Burst become so powerful?"
Yao Lao also wore a look of astonishment, questioning his own life choices.
Even the original body of Xiao Yan, now possessed, was taken aback.
Although he was in a possessed state, he could still sense the might of the strange fire.
Despite having the same body and the same fire, the master's flames were countless times stronger!
However, it wasn't just them; even Shui Wuya himself felt utterly perplexed.
To be honest, he had no idea what level of fighting technique he had just unleashed.
However, given his qualifications as a God King for tens of thousands of years, he knew that his casual display of ice sealing contained countless profound truths.
The fighting technique he had just demonstrated must have been at least at the Celestial tier.
After being sent flying by Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, Bo Hai Dong sat on the ground, filled with fear and shock.
Struggling to stand, he trembled all over, his face a mask of terror as he stared at the possessed Xiao Yan.
"Wh-who are you?" Bo Hai Dong stammered, his voice shaking with fear and anxiety.
The possessed Xiao Yan remained silent, coldly advancing toward him.
His steps were slow yet steady, each one seeming to suffocate Bo Hai Dong, making it hard for him to breathe.
As the possessed Xiao Yan drew closer, Bo Hai Dong's heart raced with increasing panic. He felt an indescribable sense of oppression, as if a massive mountain pressed upon his chest, nearly robbing him of breath.
"D-don't come any closer!"
Bo Hai Dong cried out hoarsely, feeling the cold sweat drenching his back. At that moment, he truly understood that he had provoked someone he absolutely should not have.
The possessed Xiao Yan didn't speak, but the coldness and authority emanating from his gaze were enough to instill fear in anyone.
Facing the impending threat, Bo Hai Dong no longer retained his usual pride and confidence; he was completely enveloped in terror, dropping to his knees.
His body shook, his forehead slick with cold sweat, hands trembling together as he continuously muttered pleas for mercy.
"Senior, I… I didn't see your greatness and offended you. Please… forgive me! I… I'm willing to do anything to atone, just beg you to spare my life!" Bo Hai Dong's voice trembled, each word steeped in desperation and dread.
At that moment, he had completely lost all remnants of his former arrogance and confidence, his eyes now reflecting only fear and helplessness.
He realized he was trapped in an irretrievable situation, with his only hope resting on the mercy of the possessed Xiao Yan.
"I'm willing to become your named disciple, Senior! I implore you to show mercy!"
The possessed Xiao Yan let out a cold laugh, a smile that felt as sharp as ice, radiating ruthlessness and indifference.
"Do you still want to be my named disciple?" His voice was cold and sharp. "I've already given you a chance; it's too late now. You only deserve to be my servant."
Upon hearing this, Bo Hai Dong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembling more violently, like a frightened beast.
He quickly lowered his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his voice shaking as he pleaded, "Senior, it's all right; I'll do whatever you ask."
His tone had become extremely humble, even trembling with fear. He knew he was at a life-and-death crossroads, with no hope of escape.
Faced with the possessed Xiao Yan, he felt an irresistible pressure, a powerful aura that filled him with despair.
"I will be a qualified servant, willing to toil for you without complaint. Please forgive me, Senior!"
Seeing Bo Hai Dong's pitiful supplication, Shui Wuya, who was controlling Xiao Yan, couldn't help but snort coldly.
He understood this guy's character all too well; he knew that nothing said in this moment could be trusted.
With an expression of indifference, Shui Wuya gazed at Bo Hai Dong, his eyes revealing a profound strength.
As he touched Bo Hai Dong, a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed into his body.
This energy felt like a gentle stream, slowly seeping into Bo Hai Dong, traversing through his meridians and mind.
Guided by this spiritual energy, Shui Wuya began to unleash his profound ice power.
He precisely targeted a specific location within Bo Hai Dong's body, the site of the soul core, which was the most crucial area.
Shui Wuya's will condensed at his fingertip, penetrating Bo Hai Dong's skin to reach his soul core.
In that moment, Shui Wuya's will intersected with Bo Hai Dong's soul, and his ice power gradually enveloped Bo Hai Dong's essence, binding it and forming an ice mark.
The mark implanted by Shui Wuya was not merely a symbol; it was a representation of will.
At that moment, his will was deeply etched into Bo Hai Dong's soul, like an indelible mark, forever inscribed in his life.
With this mark, Bo Hai Dong's life and death were now completely in Shui Wuya's hands.
Whenever Shui Wuya desired, he could cause Bo Hai Dong's demise or allow him to live, but he must obey his orders.
This way, any thoughts of rebellion from Bo Hai Dong would be utterly extinguished; he would no longer dare to make any moves.
Once Shui Wuyou completed this process, he showed no change in expression, as if it were merely a trivial task.
With a cold demeanor, Shui Wuya stared at Bo Hai Dong, his voice calm yet authoritative: "I have placed a mark within you. If you dare defy me, I will make you suffer greatly."
Bo Hai Dong trembled, despair flickering across his face.
He understood that he had fallen completely under Shui Wuya's control, and any resistance would be futile, possibly leading to his doom.
Shui Wuyou's gaze held a chilling resolution as he observed Bo Hai Dong, seemingly making a silent decision.
"Of course, since you will be of use to me, even as a servant, I will not treat you unfairly."
Then, he extended his palm, and a faint blue flame began to rise, crystallizing in his hand like ice.
As Bo Hai Dong watched Shui Wuya's actions, a surge of indescribable unease washed over him.
Shui Wuya slowly raised his hand, the blue flame dancing before settling directly in front of Bo Hai Dong.
(End of Chapter)