Chapter 243: Demon Pet

As Meng Yifan broke through to become a Level 4 Mid-stage Cultivator, the Yin Spiritual Power within his body surged significantly, and his Yin Domain expanded accordingly, forcefully crowding out Lang Jiao's Earth Domain.

Lang Jiao felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar; all around her, gusts of Yin wind blew, and the sounds of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling were incessant. Within the illusion array, strange-shaped trees swayed with the Yin wind, every branch whipping at Lang Jiao's body like a lash.

"Oh no!" Lang Jiao was shocked. The original illusion array had been almost useless except for obstructing her vision, but now, as Meng Yifan broke through his realm and his strength greatly increased, the illusion array had become more real and terrifying, as if shifting from void to reality.

The branches that had just whipped against Lang Jiao actually caused her a sense of pain. One must know that Lang Jiao was a Level 4 Wolf Demon; even bullets from an AK47 would find it difficult to pierce her skin, yet the power of those branches was actually more terrifying than AK47 bullets.

From this, it was evident that the current illusion array was no longer a simple illusion array, but had become a terrifying Killing Array capable of inflicting real damage upon Lang Jiao.

"Swish!" Meng Yifan followed his blade, both hands raised high with the Ghost Head Blade, and struck down at Lang Jiao's head like a Force Cleaving Mount Hua.

"Clang!" Lang Jiao swung her Wolf Claw, blocking this strike from Meng Yifan once again, but her body shook violently, as if struck by Thunder, and she was knocked back another meter. Even one of the sharp claws on her sturdy Wolf Claw was severed by the Ghost Head Blade.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" The Spirit Power and True Qi within Meng Yifan's body were surging; he had inexhaustible strength throughout his entire body. His blade speed grew faster and faster, and the angles of his strikes became increasingly tricky, with every move aimed directly at Lang Jiao's vitals.

Having fought Meng Yifan for such a long time, Lang Jiao had already consumed a great deal of Demon Power. Furthermore, with Meng Yifan's strength now surpassing hers—faster in speed, greater in power, and more formidable in Domain—he suppressed her in every aspect, making her defense increasingly feeble. Every time she blocked one of Meng Yifan's blades, she would be shaken into spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Half a minute later, Lang Jiao's left Wolf Claw could no longer hold out and was severed in two by Meng Yifan's blade. Then, Meng Yifan extended the Ghost Head Blade forward and held it against Lang Jiao's neck.

"Submit to me and become my demon pet, or death?" Meng Yifan asked coldly.

Lang Jiao was frantic. A few minutes ago, she had been high and mighty, telling Meng Yifan to be her slave. A few minutes later, the situation had reversed, and her life and death were already controlled by Meng Yifan. This stark contrast made Lang Jiao so frustrated she wanted to vomit blood.

Even now, she could not understand why Meng Yifan, who was clearly only a Level 3 High-stage Cultivator, could continuously raise his realm in just a few short minutes. This did not conform to the common knowledge of cultivation; whether it was a Martial Artist, an Immortal Cultivator, or the Demon Race, there was no record of such continuous realm advancement. This guy was truly a monster.

"I am a princess of the White Wolf Clan, and my father is the White Wolf King, a great Level 5 Powerhouse. If you dare to kill me, he will certainly avenge me, and at that time, everyone in Luolong County will be buried with me. How about this: you let me go, and I can represent the Demon Race and promise not to attack Luolong County anymore," Lang Jiao said.

Meng Yifan frowned. Lang Jiao's clone had had its head cut off, and the two sides had already forged a blood feud. Letting Lang Jiao go at this time meant she would definitely come back for revenge.

As for any bullshit promises, Meng Yifan did not believe them at all. Unless she acknowledged him as her master and her life and death were under his control, he would not believe Lang Jiao's promise.

A black light flashed on Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade, and a wound appeared on Lang Jiao's neck, seeping out beads of blood. Meng Yifan said in a cold voice: "My patience is limited. I will ask you one last time: submit to me, or death? I will count to three; if you do not submit, you can go die."

"Are you crazy? My father is a Level 5 Powerhouse. If you kill me, you will die too," Lang Jiao said anxiously.

"Three." Meng Yifan began to count.

"I can be your prisoner, and then let the Demon Race exchange treasures for me. Whatever treasures you need, you can name them; whether it is Spirit Stones or Dharma Treasures, my father can give them to you," Lang Jiao said.

"Two." Meng Yifan remained unmoved and continued to count. He believed that according to Lang Jiao's words, he might be able to exchange for some treasures, but having the life to take the treasures did not necessarily mean having the life to use them. Once Lang Jiao was safe, her father would certainly take back those treasures with interest, and at that time, Meng Yifan's life would definitely be forfeit.

As things stood, the best way to survive was to make Lang Jiao acknowledge him as her master. From then on, if Meng Yifan died, Lang Jiao would die as well. In this way, their lives would be bound together, and Lang Jiao's father would not dare to kill Meng Yifan. Only then could Meng Yifan be truly safe.

"One." The countdown ended. Seeing that Lang Jiao still would not submit, Meng Yifan gritted his teeth and made a horizontal cut with the Ghost Head Blade, intending to sever Lang Jiao's neck.

Lang Jiao had already felt Meng Yifan begin to exert force, and the fear of death enveloped her. She was a princess of the White Wolf Clan, and she did not want to die yet. At this final moment, Lang Jiao could no longer hold back and said: "I acknowledge you as my master."

"A wise choice." Meng Yifan withdrew his blade in time, but because he had already swung it, the sharp edge of the Ghost Head Blade still cut a thin slit in Lang Jiao's neck. However, this minor injury was nothing to a Level 4 Beast, and it would recover before long.

Lang Jiao was startled. The wound on her neck was not deep and could only be considered a minor injury, but from this, one could also see that Meng Yifan had truly intended to kill her just now. Was this guy a madman? He completely disregarded the terrifying consequences of killing her.

"Open your mind and kowtow sincerely to my Soul Imprint," Meng Yifan said.

Lang Jiao sighed. With the Ghost Head Blade still held against her neck, she dared not refuse and could only do as Meng Yifan required.

Meng Yifan already had two servants, Liu Sheng and Shen Dahu. He was already well-versed in how to take on servants. He quickly performed the secret technique again, splitting a Soul Imprint from his own Divine Soul Origin, which then entered Lang Jiao's sea of consciousness.

"Kowtow!" Meng Yifan's Soul Imprint shouted loudly.

Within Lang Jiao's sea of consciousness, it was her home turf; Meng Yifan's Soul Imprint was suppressed by her entire mental world. If Lang Jiao wanted to resist, she could completely shatter Meng Yifan's Soul Imprint, which would also cause Meng Yifan's Divine Soul to be injured.

But the consequence of doing so would be that Meng Yifan would certainly cut off Lang Jiao's head. Lang Jiao was afraid of death. Although she was the commander of this Demon Race army and possessed great strength, in essence, she was just a young girl who had been pampered since childhood.