Lacking a beast-taming Divine Technique like the Demon-Binding Rope, they could only wear down a beast's will, like falconers taming a hawk. They had to break its spirit until it completely submitted, which only partially replicated the effect of the Demon-Binding Rope.
Most of the Feng Family's younger generation, even if they managed to subdue a Contracted Beast before reaching the Physical Body Realm, usually ended up with creatures weaker than a common mutt.
As for this Wolf King, it was born with an indomitable pride. Trying to break its spirit was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
And yet, Feng Tianxi had somehow done it. He'd even ridden the Wolf King's coattails to soar to prominence, defying expectations to become a pillar of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
And yet...
Zhao Ci had just crushed it dead. Just like that.
But this was Zhao Ci, the same guy he'd been walking dogs and teasing birds with just three months ago.
