Chapter 412

Wang Meng's words were filled with confidence; he was certain his judgment was correct.

"You're not Wang Meng. Who exactly are you?" Golden Lion King stared at the person before him, his eyes flickering with doubt. He had never seen such a confident Wang Meng, which made him feel a sense of unease.

"Who am I? You'll find out soon enough." A sinister smile played on Wang Meng's lips. His figure blurred, transforming into an afterimage as he surged towards Golden Lion King. A terrifying aura emanated from him, as if a demon god had descended, sending shivers down one's spine.

Golden Lion King's expression changed slightly at this sight; he hadn't expected Wang Meng to attack so decisively. However, he was no pushover. He let out a furious roar, and astonishing power erupted from within him.

"Roar!" Golden Lion King opened his blood-red maw and spat out a golden beam of light, firing it towards Wang Meng. This beam contained terrifying energy, enough to kill a Martial Grandmaster.

Wang Meng scoffed at the sight, raising his right hand and waving it lightly. "Bang!" An invisible force spread out, instantly dispersing the golden beam of light.

Golden Lion King's pupils contracted. He hadn't imagined Wang Meng's strength to be so terrifying. "Who exactly are you?" Golden Lion King demanded again, feeling that the Wang Meng before him had become a stranger, so unfamiliar that it terrified him.

"I am someone you cannot afford to provoke," Wang Meng stated indifferently. He then flickered behind Golden Lion King and struck with his palm. "Bang!" Golden Lion King had no time to react and was sent flying by Wang Meng's palm, crashing heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up but found a sharp pain coursing through his body, rendering him unable to move.

"What, what have you done to me?" Golden Lion King's eyes widened, filled with horror.

"You'll know soon enough." Wang Meng's voice echoed as if from a dark abyss, filled with coldness and killing intent. He walked step by step towards Golden Lion King, each step seeming to land on Golden Lion King's heart, suffocating him.

Golden Lion King watched Wang Meng approach, his eyes filled with despair. He knew that he would likely not escape today.

"Wang Meng, you can't kill me!" Golden Lion King roared, trying to struggle, but found his entire body bound by an invisible force, making movement impossible.

"Oh? Why not?" Wang Meng stopped, looking at Golden Lion King playfully.

"I am a genius of the Golden Lion Tribe. If you kill me, the Golden Lion Tribe will not let you off!" Golden Lion King threatened.

"Heh, the Golden Lion Tribe? Is that supposed to be impressive?" Wang Meng scoffed. He utterly detested being threatened. "I can tell you, even if the entire Golden Lion Tribe came at me, they wouldn't be able to do anything!" Wang Meng declared arrogantly.

"You!" Golden Lion King was furious, unable to believe Wang Meng's arrogance. "Wang Meng, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're strong!" Golden Lion King roared.

"I can do whatever I want," Wang Meng snorted coldly. He then raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Golden Lion King's glabella.

"Hum!" Golden Lion King trembled. He felt a terrifying energy surge into his mind, instantly devouring his consciousness. His eyes became hollow, and he stood frozen like a puppet.

"You are now my slave," Wang Meng stated indifferently.

"Slave?" Golden Lion King struggled to utter the words, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair. He, a proud genius of the Golden Lion Tribe, had been reduced to Wang Meng's slave. This was an utter humiliation for him.

"That's right. From now on, everything you possess will belong to me." A slight curve appeared on Wang Meng's lips. He was very satisfied with Golden Lion King's current state. Controlling Golden Lion King was equivalent to controlling the Golden Lion Tribe. For him, this was a very good start.

"Wang Meng, you're despicable!" Golden Lion King roared, trying to resist but finding himself utterly unable to move.

"Despicable?" Wang Meng raised an eyebrow. He didn't consider himself despicable. "I call this returning the favor." Wang Meng snorted coldly, then raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Golden Lion King's glabella.

Golden Lion King trembled, feeling a terrifying energy rush into his mind, instantly devouring his consciousness. His eyes became hollow, and he stood frozen like a puppet.

Wang Meng looked at Golden Lion King, a glint flashing in his eyes. He chose not to kill Golden Lion King directly but to enslave him instead. This way, he could not only obtain the bloodline power within Golden Lion King but also gain control over the entire Golden Lion Tribe. This was a very profitable deal for him.

"Wang Meng, may you die a terrible death!" Golden Lion King roared furiously.

"Die a terrible death?" Wang Meng scoffed. He certainly didn't believe he would. "My destiny is determined by me, not by heaven. No one can dictate my fate." Wang Meng declared arrogantly. His life was destined to be extraordinary.

"Wang Meng, you—!" Golden Lion King trembled with rage, unable to believe Wang Meng's audacity.

"Stop with the nonsense. You now have only two choices," Wang Meng said indifferently.

"What two choices?" Golden Lion King asked.

"One, submit to me and become my slave; two, die," Wang Meng stated coldly.

"You dream!" Golden Lion King roared.

"Is that so?" Wang Meng raised an eyebrow, then lifted his right hand and pointed a finger at Golden Lion King's glabella.

"Ah!" Golden Lion King let out a horrifying shriek. He felt his consciousness being ripped apart by a terrifying force.

"Golden Lion King, you'd better think carefully." Wang Meng's voice was like a devil's whisper, full of temptation. "I'll give you one last chance: submit, or die!" Wang Meng said coldly.

Golden Lion King trembled, feeling the aura of death drawing closer. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live. He still had many things left undone.

"I... I submit!" Golden Lion King struggled to utter the words, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Very good." A satisfied smile appeared on Wang Meng's lips as he withdrew his right hand. "Since you've submitted to me, from now on, you are mine," Wang Meng said indifferently.

"Yes," Golden Lion King replied, head bowed, his voice low.

"From today onwards, you are my loyal subordinate, serving me diligently," Wang Meng commanded.

"Yes," Golden Lion King responded again, his voice filled with helplessness.

"Wang Meng, are you really going to attack the Golden Lion Tribe?" Golden Lion King asked.

"What do you think?" Wang Meng retorted.

Golden Lion King's heart sank. He knew Wang Meng was serious. The Golden Lion Tribe was likely doomed.

"Wang Meng, why are you doing this?" Golden Lion King asked, puzzled.

"Because they angered me," Wang Meng stated coldly.

"Angered you?" Golden Lion King was stunned, surprised that this was Wang Meng's reason.

"That's right. Anyone who dares to offend me will pay a heavy price," Wang Meng snorted coldly. He then looked into the distance, a cold glint in his eyes. "Since that's the case, let's begin." Wang Meng said indifferently. His figure flashed, and he flew towards the Golden Lion Tribe.

Golden Lion King followed closely behind. He knew he had no choice left. His only option now was to follow Wang Meng and serve him.

The Golden Lion Tribe. At this very moment, all its members were cheering joyously. They had received good news: Golden Lion King had successfully broken through to the Martial Grandmaster realm, becoming the tribe's strongest expert. This was a tremendous cause for celebration for the Golden Lion Tribe. All the tribesmen gathered in the grand hall, awaiting Golden Lion King's return. They planned to hold a magnificent celebration for him.

However, at that moment, a figure appeared above the Golden Lion Tribe. This figure was Wang Meng.

"Who dares to trespass on my Golden Lion Tribe!" A Golden Lion Tribe expert spotted Wang Meng and immediately roared.

"Get out of my way!" Wang Meng snorted coldly and then struck with a punch. "Bang!" The Golden Lion Tribe expert didn't even have a chance to react before being instantly killed by Wang Meng's punch.

"What?!" All the Golden Lion tribesmen were stunned. They hadn't expected Wang Meng to be so powerful.

"Wang Meng, you—!" Golden Lion King roared, seeing Wang Meng kill one of his tribesmen.

"Golden Lion King, weren't you going to submit to me?" Wang Meng said indifferently.

Golden Lion King trembled. He hadn't expected Wang Meng to expose his disgrace in front of all the Golden Lion tribesmen.

"Golden Lion King, what exactly are you talking about?" A Golden Lion Tribe Elder asked, sensing something was amiss with Golden Lion King.

"I..." Golden Lion King stammered, unsure how to explain.

"Golden Lion King has already submitted to me. From now on, the Golden Lion Tribe will be under my command," Wang Meng stated indifferently.

"What?!" All the Golden Lion tribesmen were stunned. They hadn't expected Wang Meng to say such a thing.

"Wang Meng, you wish!" A Golden Lion Tribe Elder roared furiously.

"Hmph!" Wang Meng snorted coldly and then struck with a punch. "Bang!" The Golden Lion Tribe Elder didn't even have a chance to react before being instantly killed by Wang Meng's punch.

"Elder!" All the Golden Lion tribesmen exclaimed. They hadn't expected Wang Meng to be so ruthless.

"Is there anyone else who dares to defy me?" Wang Meng said indifferently, emanating a terrifying aura as if a demon god had descended. All the Golden Lion tribesmen fell silent, intimidated by Wang Meng's immense presence.

"I'll give you one last chance: submit, or die!" Wang Meng stated coldly.

All the Golden Lion tribesmen remained silent, not daring to speak. They knew Wang Meng wasn't joking. If they didn't submit, Wang Meng would truly kill them.

"I'll give you three breaths to consider." Wang Meng said coldly.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

"I... I submit!" A Golden Lion tribesman was the first to kneel.

"I submit too!"

"I submit too!"

All the Golden Lion tribesmen knelt, not daring to resist.

"Very good." A satisfied smile appeared on Wang Meng's lips. He knew he had succeeded. From this day forward, the Golden Lion Tribe would become his force.

"From today onwards, the Golden Lion Tribe will be renamed the Heavenly Demon Sect, and I will be its Sect Master," Wang Meng stated indifferently.

All the Golden Lion tribesmen were stunned. They hadn't expected Wang Meng to make such a decision.

"Wang Meng, you—!" Golden Lion King trembled with rage, unable to believe Wang Meng would directly rename the Golden Lion Tribe.

"Do you have an objection?" Wang Meng raised an eyebrow, looking at Golden Lion King.

Golden Lion King trembled. He dared not object. He was Wang Meng's slave now and had no right to dispute Wang Meng's decision. "No," Golden Lion King replied, head bowed, his voice low.

"Since there's no objection, let's begin," Wang Meng said indifferently, then waved his hand.

"Hum!" Streaks of light emanated from Wang Meng, instantly enveloping the entire Golden Lion Tribe. All the Golden Lion tribesmen felt a terrifying power surge into their bodies, instantly transforming their physiques. Their strength rapidly increased.

"This... what is this?" A Golden Lion tribesman exclaimed in shock.

"This is transformation!" Wang Meng said indifferently. He used his power to transform the Golden Lion tribesmen's physiques, granting them stronger innate talent. This way, they could serve him better.

"Wang Meng, you—!" Golden Lion King trembled with rage. He hadn't expected Wang Meng to do such a thing.

"Why are you doing this?" Golden Lion King asked.

"Because they are my slaves, and it's natural for me to make them stronger," Wang Meng said indifferently.

Golden Lion King fell silent. He knew he had no choice. His only option now was to follow Wang Meng and serve him.

"From today onwards, the Golden Lion Tribe will be an affiliated force of the Heavenly Demon Sect," Wang Meng said indifferently.

"Yes," Golden Lion King replied, head bowed, his voice low.

"I will impart the Heavenly Demon Art to you. You must cultivate it diligently," Wang Meng said indifferently.

"Yes!" All the Golden Lion tribesmen were overjoyed. They hadn't expected Wang Meng to impart a cultivation technique to them. For them, this was a tremendous stroke of fortune.

"Wang Meng, you—!" Golden Lion King trembled with rage, unable to believe Wang Meng would impart the Golden Lion Tribe's cultivation technique to outsiders.

"Do you have an objection?" Wang Meng raised an eyebrow, looking at Golden Lion King.

Golden Lion King trembled. He dared not object. He was Wang Meng's slave now and had no right to dispute Wang Meng's decision. "No," Golden Lion King replied, head bowed, his voice low.

"Since there's no objection, let's begin," Wang Meng said indifferently. All the Golden Lion tribesmen began to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Art.

Wang Meng watched them, a sharp glint in his eyes. He believed that before long, the Heavenly Demon Sect would become a powerful force, and he would become the ruler of this continent.

Because he had already sensed danger.