Previously, the Myriad Beasts Order hadn’t really paid much attention to Ian Song.
But after this battle—defeat, dozens of elders dead—the entire Order realized just how terrifying and powerful Ian Song was. That’s why, when he suddenly appeared here, Titus Zhuge completely lost his composure.
Whoosh!
A figure flashed by—Ian Song appeared right in front of Titus Zhuge, tapped his brow with a finger, and activated Puppet Mastery Divine Art.
Half an hour later.
Thunder Hall Master Warren Lei hurried in, glanced at Thomas Feng and Titus Zhuge drinking at the table, and said, “Why did you two call me over? I’m a busy man, you know—my time’s valuable!”
As he spoke, Warren Lei sat down without ceremony, poured himself a drink, and started drinking.
Titus Zhuge shook his feather fan and smiled, “Naturally, we called you here for something important, Brother Lei.”
“Just spit it out—don’t beat around the bush!”
Bang!
Warren Lei slammed his empty glass down on the table and snorted. Of the five hall masters, he’d always clashed with Titus Zhuge and Thomas Feng, so he couldn’t be bothered to show them any courtesy.
“Thunder Hall Master really is an impatient guy!”
Ian Song stepped out from the shadows, walking over at a relaxed pace.
Warren Lei glared over, full of authority, and cursed, “Hell! Who the hell are you, kid, daring to talk to me like that?”
“Forget it.”
Ian Song shook his head, not interested in talking to Warren Lei. In a flash, he appeared right in front of Warren and enslaved him with Puppet Mastery Divine Art.
Next, the Rain Hall Master, Sword Hall Master, and the new Wind Hall Master all arrived one after another—and Ian Song controlled each of them with Puppet Mastery Divine Art.
In just a few hours, all five hall masters of the Myriad Beasts Order had fallen into his hands.
Next up was the Order Master himself, Victor Yin.
Behind the Blue Dragon Court was a refined little courtyard—Victor Yin’s private residence.
“Order Master, the five hall masters and Thomas Feng have come to visit together!”
Hearing the attendant’s report, Victor Yin’s eyes flashed with confusion. Had something big happened in the sect?
“Let them in!”
Soon, Thomas Feng and the others arrived at the courtyard. Suddenly, Victor Yin’s gaze landed on Ian Song, who was following along—he thought Ian looked vaguely familiar.
“And this is?”
Whoosh!
In a blur of motion, Ian Song appeared right in front of Victor Yin. Before Victor could react, Ian tapped him on the brow.
Seconds later, Victor Yin collapsed to his knees and called Ian Song ‘Master.’
The two attendants standing nearby were left utterly dumbfounded.
Ten days later.