Abyss Summoner-Chapter 162 - 159: Seizing by Force

Silence!

A haunting silence enveloped the entire world!

Zhang Luoyu stood there, his face shifting from stupefied to shocked, as though he had seen a ghost, utterly at a loss.

The Dragon Lion was his ace, his trump card. When it came time to negotiate, he intended to unleash Thunder Prison to intimidate the city’s rulers, making them cautious and putting them at a disadvantage.

But now...

He hadn’t even spoken a word before Thunder Prison was trampled underfoot, struggling helplessly, no longer resembling a top-tier beast.

"My brother asked me to bring Thunder Prison here, not just to protect me, but to temper the city’s arrogance. Yet now, Thunder Prison is suppressed like this. Wang Feng was right; this place is indeed full of hidden talents. I must change my plans!"

Zhang Luoyu’s thoughts were sharp and his vision keen; he knew when to act fierce like a lone wolf, but when faced with strength, he curbed his temper, becoming as docile as a rabbit. You could say he had the patience for a long-term scheme, or you might call it adaptability.

"Phew..."

Zhang Luoyu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"I didn’t expect such a formidable master here. It’s all a misunderstanding. Thunder Prison has a bad temperament and accidentally angered you. I’m asking for your indulgence."

Saying this, Zhang Luoyu looked at Chen Feng, hoping to plead for the Dragon Lion.

However, Chen Feng didn’t even glance at Zhang Luoyu, completely ignoring him, continuing to reprimand the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion coldly.

"Will you become a watchdog? Or die here and now? My patience is limited. If you don’t respond, I’ll cut off your limbs and hang you from a tree to slowly feel the despair of death!"

A murderous heat wave, like a scorching knife, sliced the Dragon Lion’s flesh bit by bit with unbearable pressure.

Even though the Dragon Lion was a Silver Beast, the heat wave seemed to pierce its heart, making it feel as though its entire body was being scorched.

"Submit or not?!"

With his voice resonating tightly in his throat, Chen Feng shouted in a low tone, his Flame Demon form erupting like a volcano, overwhelming the surroundings.

The struggling Dragon Lion froze completely!

Feeling the heat wave from beneath Chen Feng’s feet, this fierce Dimensional Creature finally felt fear, its roaring voice transforming into a whimper.

"Awoo..."

After a moment, a difficult sound emerged from the Dragon Lion’s mouth.

Submission!

It was like a defeated general, all its sharp edges ground down under the threat of death, not daring to make any move again!

This creature, initially proud and unyielding with dragon-like majesty, would never surrender even if killed, had finally been subdued under Chen Feng’s powerful pressure, adorned with the grievances of the dying Red Dragon.

"Hm?" Hearing the Dragon Lion concede, Chen Feng withdrew his foot, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth: "Knowing the right moment makes a hero of you. You’re a strong one, and this saying fits you too. From now on, redeem yourself by being a watchdog here, to wear away your malice!"

"Wei Xun, come out and rope it!" Chen Feng raised his head, speaking toward the tightly shut door.

"Creak..."

The once dusty door opened, and a figure emerged, holding a thick rope, with a cold gleam in their eyes, clearly also a Silver-level master!

Especially notable were the faint roars emanating from his arm as if countless beasts’ souls were imprisoned, echoing with haunting cries.

Wei Xun approached from afar, with every step a phantom beast appeared on his arm.

Bear!

Tiger!

Elephant!

When he reached the Dragon Lion, the souls of these beasts numbered in the dozens, and they gradually coalesced into a single, uniquely terrifying creature.

This monster hovered over Wei Xun’s arm, fixating intently on the Dragon Lion, an amalgamation of over a dozen beasts’ ferocity, extremely formidable!

Nurtured in Yang Zheng’s Beast Corps, Wei Xun naturally imposed authority over beasts. Now, with the Dragon Lion already subdued by Chen Feng and this monster’s glare, it abandoned fantasies, burying its head deeply in the ground, allowing them to rope its neck.

Surrendered?

It’s surrendered?

Now, the most surprised of all was Zhang Luoyu, his eyes bulging as if they’d pop out, utterly speechless.

His brother’s mightiest beast, channeling his ambitions, having consumed countless exotic treasures, was essentially his lifeblood. If Thunder Prison was taken, his brother would surely kill him!

"Wait!"

Realizing this, Zhang Luoyu ignored his fear, hurriedly taking a step forward.

"There’s a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding. My brother is Zhang Xueyuan, renowned Beast Tamer of the Bridge East. Thunder Prison is my brother’s beast. Release it, name your price—food, weapons, if not those, how about women? Socialites, aristocrats, whatever you want, I’ll find for you!"

Zhang Luoyu was now thoroughly flustered, his words jumbled and erratic.

Thunder Prison cannot be lost; it’s his brother’s heart and soul. If truly tamed by them, his brother’s status may be impacted!

Return it to you?

This time Chen Feng finally turned, glaring at the advancing Zhang Luoyu with a sinister expression: "This place is Order, everyone must obey its rules. Wei Xun, what penalty for reckless actions at the camp’s gate?"

Wei Xun bared his shark-like teeth, replying deeply: "Death penalty!"

Without expression, Chen Feng turned his gaze back to the Dragon Lion, full of murderous intent: "Want to redeem yourself? Now’s the chance, sever ties with the past! What are you waiting for, act now!"

What was unreasonable?

This was truly unreasonable!

Once something’s in my possession, it’s mine. Want to take it? Then you’re fighting me for it!

Anyone acting against me is an enemy, and enemies must be obliterated, leaving no survivors!

"Awoo..."

Beasts, like humans, don’t hold emotion when survival’s at stake. Just like now, to show Chen Feng loyalty, the Dragon Lion let out a thunderous roar, charging towards Zhang Luoyu.

With the Dragon Lion’s move, it was as quick as wind and thunder, its body creating a whirlwind, tearing sharply through the air, its razor-like claws aimed at Zhang Luoyu’s head.

"Slash!"

A ripping sound.

Dead?

Not long ago, a man arrogantly proclaimed he’d trample Order beneath him, and now his head was ripped apart, lifeless as can be...