Chapter 745 - 480: God-Binding Seal, Gaining a Tiger Slave! (Double - )

Chapter 745: Chapter 480: God-Binding Seal, Gaining a Tiger Slave! (Double Chapter)

"Do you remember me?" Song Changming walked to the edge of the magma, asking.

"Of course I remember." He Ya gritted her teeth, slowly rising and stepping out of the magma.

The magma dripped off her body in large patches, burning several big holes in the ground.

The black armor she wore was extraordinary, weathering thunder strikes and magma soaking, yet remained largely undamaged.

This human and demon had crossed paths once before, but that was over thirty years ago.

Back then, Song Changming spared a Thunder Wheel Tiger in the Nine Netherworld and left a thunder seal within it.

He planned to trace this thunder seal in the future and capture more Thunder Wheel Tiger Demons.

When he came looking for the Colorful Flower, he quickly sensed the presence of the thunder seal.

Though the process was somewhat bizarre, the hook he set all those years ago indeed brought him a batch of thunderous nourishment from the Thunder Wheel Tiger Race, although the wait was a bit long.

"Since that’s the case." Song Changming raised his hand, intending to easily take care of this little tigress.

Back then he had yet to reach the Grandmaster realm, and the matter of nurturing a Thunder Seed had to progress slowly.

But now his strength was far different; nurturing a Thunder Seed became easy, so there was no need to leave this hook.

"Don’t kill me, I am willing to submit to you and serve you!" He Ya seemed to sense the murderous intent rising from Song Changming again and unhesitatingly knelt at his feet, in a humble posture.

She bent her fair spine, her bare skin exposed up to the tailbone, where under the armor’s cover, a white-striped tiger tail naturally hung down.

"Oh?" Song Changming slightly raised his eyebrows.

If he remembered correctly, when they first met, this little tigress was quite stubborn, preferring death over dishonor.

Yet today she was begging him in such a manner, which he hadn’t expected.

With a shift in mind, this matter wasn’t difficult to guess, Song Changming said, "What, you want revenge against the Tiger Race that persecuted you?"

"Yes!" He Ya responded firmly and directly, not intending to hide anything from Song Changming.

Song Changming pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "As a Tiger Demon, what can you do for me?"

"Serve you as my master. As a member of the Human Race, there are inconvenient matters in the Demon Realm, which you can delegate to your subordinates. My abilities match those of a Human Race Grandmaster; I can seek out Anomalous Thunder and obtain Great Demon Flesh!"

He Ya spoke in a deep voice, observing Song Changming’s recent actions towards several Tiger Race corpses, she guessed what Song Changming wanted.

"That isn’t bad." Song Changming chuckled lightly and then asked, "But how can I trust you? If I let you go today, how can I be sure you won’t betray me in the future?"

He Ya heard this and seemed prepared, shaking her body to transform into a Tiger Demon’s form, appearing as a white tiger.

This demon body was somewhat different from what Song Changming remembered; it was much stronger than before.

As He Ya reverted to her demon form, Song Changming remained unmoved. The next moment, He Ya forced out the Bone Wheel from her spine.

The Bone Wheel could shrink and grow, shifting freely. Now, she had transformed it into a palm-sized object, resembling a spiked white jade bracelet, which fell before Song Changming.

"This Bone Wheel is the life force of every Thunder Wheel Tiger. Destroying it would grievously injure me for a century or more..."

Then He Ya spat a drop of essence blood, gleaming with Thunder Light.

"This is blood refined from my Heart Core. Destroying it would damage my Heart Core and devastate my Divine Soul..."

As she spoke this way, He Ya handed over both life-threatening items to Song Changming.

The meaning was clear, letting Song Changming control her life and death, sparing her from betraying him.

To say the least, He Ya was quite decisive, ruthless even, her demeanor unlike her youthful, delicate appearance.

Song Changming felt the determination of this little tigress.

Of course, this might just be a decision made in a moment of hatred clouding her judgement, but for Song Changming, it didn’t matter.

For him, having an outstandingly potential Great Demon as a henchman in the Demon Realm didn’t seem too bad.

As the little tigress herself said, she could provide Song Changming with many conveniences; Song Changming, ultimately not being of demon kind, couldn’t navigate the Demon Realm as freely as this little tigress.

Of course, all of these are on the premise that he could always have control over this little tigress.

He looked at the downsized Bone Wheel and the drop of Heart Core blood soaking it, causing a faint red hue to float on the Bone Wheel’s surface.

Song Changming accepted the Bone Wheel, bringing it close for a better look, showing not too much change in expression.

He Ya was intently watching Song Changming, waiting for his response.

Song Changming levitated, coming within an inch of the massive tiger head.

The tiger head exhaled hot air, its amber eyes observed closely, was distinctly clear and beautiful, like a pair of exquisite jade stones.

"That’s not enough."

Song Changming suddenly spoke, then extended a finger, pointing at the tiger head.

The next moment, He Ya felt her Divine Soul being impacted, a heightened sense of crisis arose, instinctively wanting to resist and struggle.

"Don’t move."

As these words were spoken, it was like a divine edict descending, causing He Ya to freeze in place. Even her Divine Soul couldn’t budge an inch, leaving her at Song Changming’s mercy.

She finally understood what Gray and other Tiger Demon kin felt previously.

She didn’t know what Song Changming intended to do, nor could she stop it in the slightest.

Song Changming focused and frowned, in his Nether Sea, a spiritual figure sat cross-legged, looking exceptionally solemn, continuously forming special seal techniques with his hands.

He Ya’s consciousness slowly dissipated, ultimately losing all sense.

She only felt as if she had a long dream, in which she personally parricided her father, killed many clan members, with her hands soaked in blood, half her body immersed in a pool of blood.