บท 3827: Metenoa Arlain

Eyebrows squirmed and the eyelids shuddered before shooting open.

The Metenoa Family's Autarch quickly sprung up as his expression churned in pain, managing to be seated as he hurriedly looked around. A spitting headache kept him frowning but by this time, he knew what he had been subjected to as there had been times where he could see what was going on and hear a few things about a slave seal or whatnot.

What was true wasn't clear but by now, he knew the black-robed people around him weren't to be trifled with.

The fact that he was reduced to this stage by a bunch of Immortal Emperors scared him.

He forcefully moved his ice-covered hand and rubbed his forehead.

"What do you all want…?"

He asked, sounding grumpy before he looked up again.

"Am I a slave now?"

"Indeed."

A deep, manly voice sounded, causing the Metenoa Family's Autarch to turn and look at a black-robed man who was an Immortal King.