"You... you want to kill me?"
David shouted in fear, "I... I know the whereabouts of the Devil Temple. Only one person knows. If I die, Peng Zhenyuan will definitely hide even deeper. You’ll never find him!"
"So what?" Yang Tian smiled again.
You’ve come all the way from the Chinese lands to Russia. Is this not the palace of the devil?
David looked at Yang Tian’s smile and almost broke into tears.
Even if I don’t change, I still feel like I’m nothing more than a young werewolf.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
When Yang Tian’s face revealed a smile, David took a deep breath and said, "I... I want to survive!"
Yang Tian extended one hand, infused with black brilliance, and slowly sent it forward, placing it on David’s forehead where it began to melt away.
This was the art of soul creation.
Once this technique was completed, the soul would be completely controlled by Yang Tian, leaving no room for resistance.
Yang Tian could even dictate the life and death of the souls he controlled.
David, experiencing the art of Soul Capturing, instantly realized its implications.
His heart surged wildly, entertaining countless thoughts of resistance, but under Yang Tian’s gaze, he ultimately did not fight back.
After all, at his level, who would willingly choose death?
Thus, David’s body trembled uncontrollably. He knelt before Yang Tian with an unprecedented level of reverence and called out, "I greet my master!"
Beside them, Long Juan witnessed this scene, and her eyes nearly bulged in shock.
Even if he was an ant before Yang Tian, he was still a formidable divine figure.
But what had just happened?
David had completely submitted to Yang Tian and was even calling him master?
At this moment, a chill rose deep within Long Jun’s heart, extinguishing her fiery ambitions toward Yang Tian and making her perceive the man before her as akin to a devil!
Yang Tian noticed but merely smiled without saying a word.
This was just Yang Tian’s provisional acceptance of David’s allegiance.
Firstly, whether it was Ma Yu or Ren Yuan, they were still far from the Golden Core Period. With increasing divine forces emerging one after another, recruiting someone like David—a bearer of ancient Divine Power—would make the Yang Family’s security even more robust!
Secondly, it served as a demonstration of this mystical technique, to instill fear in Long Jun and entirely eliminate her unrealistic goals.
Of course, the most critical reason was to prevent David from doing anything in relation to the Devil Palace.
After considering all this, Yang Tian slowly stood and prepared to leave.
As for the organization Black Dada, though it claimed to be the largest underground force in Europa, it was not worth Yang Tian’s attention.
But just as he stood, a burst of hearty laughter echoed through the air.
The Russian commander Aganovich had arrived to pay a visit to Mr. Yang Yang.
The Russian Great Leader?
Who was hailed as the Iron Blood soul of Russia?
Upon hearing this, Long Juan and the members of Black Dada all froze in shock.
Whether it was Long Jun, the overseas operative leader of Black Dada, or the Mafia, the land-based organization leader active in Europa countries, Snowovich’s reputation was widely recognized!
It was known that this man consistently prioritized Russia’s benefits above all else, standing firmly in Russia’s interests.
Over the past few years, as tensions between Russia and the United States heightened, the U.S. had directly imposed an embargo on Russia’s oil imports and exports, thus restricting Russia’s economic lifeline.
While many believed that the Russian parliament would yield under the pressure, Snowovich had completely disregarded the U.S.’s restrictions, mobilizing Russia’s citizenry to substantially bolster its military forces.
He even pointed fingers at Mu Country. His madness reached levels where a full-scale conflict seemed almost inevitable with the United States.
Eventually, to stabilize the situation and ease tensions, the U.S. withdrew its restrictions.
But everyone knew that when it came to war, the U.S. genuinely feared Snowovich, deeming the price paid too high.
It was after this that Snowovich earned not only the title of Iron Blood Warrior but also the moniker Madman!
The Black Dada meeting, held in the small border city of Brama in Russia, was ultimately driven by fear of this renowned crazy man named Snowovich.
But who would have thought that Black Dada had hidden within Russia, and that he would voluntarily come to the doorstep with apparent ties to Yang Tian?
He had actually come to visit Yang Tian?
At this moment, everyone’s eyes turned to Yang Tian, who remained unmoved by Snowovich’s arrival.
Long Juan furrowed her brows even harder.
She knew that the thing she feared most had finally happened.
Russia’s major departments had evidently discovered Yang Tian’s identity and realized Yang Tian was in Russia.
What would come of this?
Would it exacerbate misunderstandings between China and Russia?
Or were people misunderstanding the intentions behind Yang Tian’s visit?
Either way, it wouldn’t end well.
Of course, in Feijuan’s mind, Russia’s leadership was immensely tough and stubborn.
So if they wanted to confront Yang Tian directly now, or worse, cause trouble for China, they would certainly show no courtesy!
Therefore, she immediately thought about persuading Yang Tian to leave.
Regardless, given Yang Tian’s strength, she believed that if he left now, no one could possibly find him.
At that point, as long as Yang Tian’s presence here remained unknown, his identity could remain secret.
Just as she was about to speak, the sound of footsteps reverberated. A group of middle-aged men dressed in distinguished attire and armed with an extraordinary aura entered the scene.
The leader was none other than Snowovich, Russia’s Iron Blood spirit, the notorious madman who dominated the great Russian front.
Looking at Snowovich’s tiger-like face and sharp wolf-like eyes, Long Jun couldn’t help but take a deep breath, preparing to reveal her position. She planned to negotiate with Snowovich from an official perspective.
However, before she could speak, Snowovich brushed past her. He walked directly and smilingly toward Yang Tian, saying, "Mr. Yang, I’ve been looking after your welfare for a long time. Meeting you today... In Chinese idioms, I believe this is called ’three lifetimes of fortune’!"
Then Snowovich waved his hand, summoning a gift box. Holding it with both hands, he presented it to Yang Tian and continued, "This is the finest Royal Vodka from our country. I understand Chinese people value etiquette, so I took meticulous care in preparing this. Please, Mr. Yang, kindly accept it!" Bang!
Upon hearing Snowovich’s thoughts, everyone’s jaw dropped.
Was this truly Snowovich, the Iron Blood soul?
Wasn’t this Snowovich, the madman?
Typically, as Russia’s highest commander, wouldn’t Snowovich have confronted Yang Tian with sharp accusations, acting decisively?
How was it possible for him to visit Yang Tian without expressing hostility and instead offer a gift?
Was this still the Iron Blood soul or the madman Snowovich everyone recognized?
David, being the only divine figure present, was least surprised by what had occurred.
Let alone Yang Tian—anyone of Yang Tian’s caliber arriving in Russia without malicious intent would be treated with courtesy.
After all, although Divine Power was constrained by advanced weaponry and large-scale thermal equipment, it remained an overwhelmingly powerful individual force!
Any top-tier powerhouse warranted attention and respect.
He was the strongest man on Earth!
A figure of World Myth!
Once Snowovich truly grasped the extent of Yang Tian’s power, daring to provoke him could only be described as extraordinary bravery.
Of course, this wasn’t to say that Russia’s leadership feared Yang Tian. However, compared to negotiating amicably, showing enmity right away—and leading to a full-scale conflict with Yang Tian—was absolutely reckless!
Only someone of David’s caliber would recognize the gravity of the situation.
As for Long Juan herself, she couldn’t fathom why. Only upon seeing Snowovich’s respectful demeanor did she finally exhale in relief.