"Get him! Get him! Oh my God, the Dragon was snatched. Are you kidding ? Even after Coach Mr. Kang signed a contract with the Dragon themselves?"
"77777, the head coach is preparing to take the stage!"
Fang Jueyu leisurely watched the 77th League of Legends World Championship on Earth. However, now there were no national distinctions or regions, as every team was made up of top players from various cities. Of course, so ancient teams had been passed down.
That team called EDG—its head coach was already over a hundred years old but still fought valiantly on the frontline of coaching.
"Why haven’t these people surrendered yet?" Fang Jueyu glanced through the spaceship’s glass at the thirty-one tortured demigods. Three hours had passed and not a single one had surrendered!
But they were clearly exhausted, having no strength left even to continue releasing Cosmic Source Power, twitching like corpses at the sa spot.
"Quite gutsy!" Fang Jueyu marveled, these big shots who once reigned on the Cosmic Civilization’s wanted list wouldn’t be at this level if they lacked so backbone.
"This Dorafara is too weak; he couldn’t hold on for more than a few minutes. Seems I’m too rciful!" Fang Jueyu muttered to himself.
"Boss, Silom wishes to submit to you!" Just then, good news finally ca from Siria.
"Oh?" Fang Jueyu smiled slightly, finally soone couldn’t take it anymore.
In truth, many demigods refused to submit because of pride. They preferred enduring this pain rather than bowing to a re Controller.
Yet once soone chose submission, the psychological barrier was lifted. If everyone else surrendered, then it wasn’t disgraceful for them to do so too. That’s when you needed soone to lead the surrender.
"Okay, I’ll go take a look!" Fang Jueyu paused the ga and strutted out of the spaceship with Er Gouzi and Little Black.
Silom appeared as an incredibly muscular Martial Artist, his whole body in a shade of purple resembling a sweet potato. If he were bald, he’d quite resemble Thanos.
He once led his civilization to fight, slaughter, and conquer others, destroying countless civilizations until the Cosmic Civilizations dispatched demigods and fleets to stop him.
His army was annihilated by the Cosmic Federation, his most loyal subordinates killed in action, and he fled to this Forbidden Land, now ruling District Three. Among demigods in the Forbidden Land, his power ranks sixth.
However, this demigod now appeared rather pitiful. His upper body was covered in wounds left by other demigods’ attacks. Although due to his strong self-healing abilities, so have healed; blood still covered his body.
Rolling his White Eye, his face twisted with pain, his body twitched every few seconds as if being electrocuted.
"Bark three tis and swear allegiance to , then I’ll give you the antidote!" Fang Jueyu said to Silom with spiritual power.
"Woof woof woof!" Silom was nearly fainting from the torture. At this mont, he no longer cared about his status. It’s just submission, right? Siria and Dorafara are now thriving beside him!
Moreover, this newcor Ben Todeng definitely needed other groundwork besides those nurous demigods. Becoming his follower sooner might an better treatnt. Sotis being obstinate isn’t entirely beneficial!
"Smart choice!" Fang Jueyu tossed an antidote, which Silom imdiately caught and swallowed at lightning speed.
That mont felt like liberation from tornt, every cell in his body rejoicing in happiness and pleasure. No one could comprehend what relief it was after hours of torture.
"Release him!" Fang Jueyu instructed the white-robed demigod.
As the barrier opened a small exit, Silom flew out dejectedly. His demigod dignity had shattered with those three barks, never able to raise his head before Fang Jueyu again.
"Let tell you, this antidote’s effect lasts only for a hundred years. I don’t know if you’re genuinely convinced, but if you plan on doing anything covert, you’re welco!"
Silom’s body trembled sharply; from this young man’s smile, he felt a chill.
According to what he said, he needed an antidote every hundred years to sustain its effects, or he’d experience the sa fear of pain’s dominance again.
Soon, after the first, ca the second and third. Other demigods’ final resolve broke completely with Silom’s surrender.
"Woof woof woof!"
"Woof woof woof!"
...
Er Gouzi felt like he had co across a group of kindred spirits and gleefully barked at them in response.
"Woof woof woof!" Finally, the strongest in the Forbidden Land, Tirayus, also chose to submit. His weakness signified this Forbidden Land no longer belonged to them. This young man called bin Laden would beco the new ruler with absolute control over the entire Forbidden Land!
"Miscalculated!" Each of them regretted it imnsely now.
Ma Yun from the Shenhao Civilization had warned them—upon seeing Ben Todeng, they must imdiately turn around and flee as fast as possible!
But none heeded his words; they even regarded him as casually capturable or killable upon first sight.
So even mocked the Shenhao Civilization, claiming its sheer size was upheaved by a Controller level Martial Artist—how disgraceful to speak of.
But now they understood; the fools were them. Upon eting this man, they should’ve started running!
"From now on, I’ll take over the Forbidden Land. Any objections?"
The demigods bowed their heads; at this stage, who dared to object? Were they suicidal?
"Why are you still standing there, unsure of your identity?" Fang Jueyu shouted sternly.
"Greetings, Boss!" The dozens of demigods hesitated briefly, then voiced in unison.
"What Boss!" Fang Jueyu told the black-robed demigod, "Qianqian, train them for !"
"Yes, Boss!" In the void, an eye opened again, sweeping a light so quick across them they couldn’t react. Every chest bore a deep wound down to the bone.
"We are the excellent youth of the new era. Calling ’Boss’ sounds like so social organization of illegal gangs. This isn’t socialist at all!" Fang Jueyu said displeasedly.
Over thirty demigods looked aggrieved, thinking, "Didn’t you form an ’Extre’ organization? It’s the largest villainous group in Shenhao Civilization, and you claim you’re not social? Do you have any sha?"
But although they thought this, none dared to voice it.
"Boss, what should we call you in the future?"
"Hmm... this Forbidden Land should no longer go by that na," Fang Jueyu pondered briefly, "From now on, call it the Lingjiu Palace Cosmic Nation!"
"As for titles..." Fang Jueyu donned a jade green ring on his finger, "Call the Heavenly Mountain Boss, abbreviated as Boss!"
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