Xue Yan's pupils constricted slightly.
Subjugation? Or death? The mysterious figure resembling a Spirit Gun actually wanted him to submit?
For a moment, Xue Yan didn't know whether to call the other party confident or foolish, but he did feel the killing intent emanating from the mysterious man.
If he refused to submit, he was probably going to die.
"Xue Yan, I'm giving you five seconds to decide. If you don't agree, then die," Li Yuan's voice was ice-cold, "Five, four, three..."
Huff!
"I am willing to submit." Xue Yan suddenly knelt on one knee and said solemnly, "I, 'Xue Yan' from the Myriad Demons Civilization, am willing to submit to my master."
However, in reality, Xue Yan's mind was cold, filled with murderous intent.
Master? Once he escaped from the Mingxu Star Realm, in the future, he must find a way to kill this idiot.
