Leaving the Home-Viewing Terrace, the road ahead became increasingly treacherous. Jagged rocks, howling yin winds.

  Before any shadow could be seen, the spine-chilling sound of chewing arrived first.

  Crunch, crunch.

  That was the sound of bones being crushed.

  Dog-Evil Ridge (E Gou Ling). The creatures entrenched here weren't ordinary wild dogs, but Netherworld Corpse Dogs that had fed on yin energy for ten thousand years. Their fur was like steel needles, their teeth could easily bite through cast iron, and each one was as big as a calf.

  At this moment, a few stray ghosts had been backed into a corner. A one-eyed Corpse Dog leader was drooling green saliva, a low growl rumbling in its throat, looking ready to pounce and tear their souls apart.

  "It's over... our souls are going to be scattered..." The ghosts closed their eyes in despair.

  Just then, a heavy footstep sounded.

  Thud.

  The one-eyed Corpse Dog whipped its head around and saw Slayer approaching.

  For these beasts, the scent of blood on Slayer (the blood of countless high-level demons) was the ultimate provocation.

  "Awooo!!!"

  The one-eyed Corpse Dog howled wildly, leading a dozen subordinates, pouncing toward Slayer like black lightning.

  Its speed was shockingly fast, its maw opening wide to bite directly at Slayer's arm—the joint area not covered by armor.

  Ding!

  A crisp sound of metal impact.

  It wasn't that the Corpse Dog bit the armor; it bit onto Slayer's tensed muscle.

  Those teeth, strong enough to crush rock, couldn't even break Slayer's skin. Instead, due to the massive recoil force, two fangs snapped off.

  The Corpse Dog froze. Hanging on Slayer's arm, its eyes were filled with confusion: "Who am I? Where am I? Why is this meat harder than iron?"

  Slayer looked down at this "accessory" hanging on his arm.

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  He wasn't angry. In fact, a trace of... nostalgia flashed in his eyes?

  He remembered Daisy the rabbit who was killed by demons, and the hunting hounds he raised back on Earth.

  Slayer extended his other hand, not to draw a gun, nor to make a fist.

  He pinched the scruff of the Corpse Dog's neck and lifted this monster weighing several hundred pounds like lifting a kitten.

  The Corpse Dog was still struggling, four legs kicking wildly.

  Slayer stared into its eyes.

  [Intimidation: MAX.]

  [Beast Master: Passively Triggered.]

  In that instant, the Corpse Dog saw a true "Alpha." It was the king at the top of the food chain, an absolute power that could not be defied.

  The Corpse Dog instantly stopped struggling. Its tail instinctively tucked between its legs, ears drooping back, letting out an ingratiating "whimper."

  Slayer put it back on the ground.

  The Corpse Dog didn't run. Instead, it immediately rolled over, exposing its most vulnerable belly, four paws in the air, eyes full of fawning.

  Slayer squatted down.

  The man who was tearing demon lords apart just moments ago now extended a rough finger and skillfully scratched the Corpse Dog's chin and behind its ears.

  That was the "sweet spot" for all canines.

  Three circles to the left, three circles to the right. Then petting all the way down the spine.

  "Purr... purr..."

  The Corpse Dog emitted a purr like an engine starting up, its hind leg twitching in comfort.

  The hundreds of other vicious dogs surrounding them, preparing to attack, were all dumbfounded.

  Their boss... the one-eyed boss who had bitten a Ghost King to death... was now being petted like a lapdog?

  Slayer looked up, glancing at the pack of dogs around him.

  He patted his thigh.

  Pat.

  This was a silent summons.

  In the next second, hundreds of ferocious Corpse Dogs seemed to be under a spell, scrambling over to rub against Slayer's pant legs and lick his boots, even pushing each other to fight for a chance to be petted.

  Daoist Singularity watched from behind, his jaw dropping.

  "Is... is this scientific?" Singularity's hand holding the tablet was shaking. "This is Dog-Evil Ridge! These dogs dare to bite even Black and White Impermanence! How did they turn into Golden Retrievers with him?"

  Slayer stood up and pointed at the terrified ghosts by the roadside.

  Then he pointed at the one-eyed Corpse Dog.

  "Sit." Although he didn't speak, the meaning was conveyed.

  The one-eyed Corpse Dog immediately sat up straight, chest out, as if undergoing inspection.

  Slayer pointed forward.

  "Escort."

  The one-eyed Corpse Dog understood immediately. It barked twice at its subordinates, and the chaotic dog pack instantly lined up in two columns, standing on both sides of the road.

  They no longer bared their teeth. Although they looked fierce, they tried their best to look "good," and some dogs even tried to wag their tails (though it looked stiff).

  Slayer nodded in satisfaction, turned, and continued forward.

  The one-eyed Corpse Dog followed Slayer eagerly, clearly having appointed itself as this man's exclusive guard dog.

  Singularity watched this scene, sighed helplessly, and changed the red "Danger Zone" on the map to a green "Safe Zone."

  "Why did this dog... start wagging its tail?" An old ghost passing by walked tremblingly through the dog pack, finding that these dogs really didn't bite him, and one even nudged his leg with its head, signaling him to walk faster.

  "Worship of Power."

  In this dog-eat-dog Underworld, Slayer used the most primal method—absolute strength and skill—to conquer these most savage creatures.

  "Next chapter, the Mirror of Sin (Nie Jing Tai). That's a demon-revealing mirror; I wonder if it can show Slayer's true face?"