"Long live our emperor for ten thousand years!"
Xia Liu's decisiveness terrified Blood Tears.
How could the Blood Demon Clan resist such a powerful being?
At this moment, the only option was to bow down, to give up everything, in order to preserve life.
If the mountain remains, one won't worry about firewood to burn.
"Long live our emperor for ten thousand years!"
...
As the Blood Demon Emperor, Blood Tears had already knelt down.
Within Blood Yuan City, who would dare to disobey?
Soon, all the cultivators of the Blood Demon Clan, common people, and some foreign clan cultivators living in the city knelt down.
For Xia Liu's demon consciousness had enveloped this entire domain.
Kneeling was simply a gesture of sincerity towards him.
"That's more like it. My request is not excessive; serve for a thousand years, offer up your soul origins, after a thousand years, someone will return them to you."
"Thank you, our emperor!"
"Thank you, our emperor!"
