Submission or Not

At this moment, the Chief of the Flood Snake Clan had already understood that the situation was lost. The current Deposed Royal Heir of the Dragon Clan before him was probably no longer the former Third Royal Heir, Ao Xing, but a more terrifying evil entity.

Facing such a mysterious and terrifying evil entity, he couldn't muster any thought of resistance nor any plan for revenge for his son. He only wanted to survive.

"Please, Your Highness, accept me as your slave!"

"I am the Chief of the Flood Snake Clan. I can deliver the entire East Sea Flood Snake Clan to you."

"I also know many secrets of the Dragon Sovereign. Spare my life, I can still be useful! I..."

The Chief of the Flood Snake Clan naturally kneeled down on his knees. As he kowtowed and begged for mercy, Ao Thirteen looked on with indifferent eyes. He neither acted nor spoke.

Ants struggling for survival were his favorite scene.