The visitors were naturally Yang Song and Li Wanjing.

As for the thunderbolt, it was naturally the power of the Blue Bolt Sword.

It was worth mentioning that Yang Song could've used this move in the past battles, but he did not do it because he did not want to reveal too much and such a big move naturally consumed more energy and preparation.

As for Li Wanjing, he of course could not fly or had such a formidable aura, but Yang Song used his True Energy to allow him to fly and let him have such a strong aura.

Yang Song looked at Ling Ying condescendingly and said with a different voice, "Let's just get to the point. Work for this seat, you will get endless benefits."

Ling Ying, who was still struggling to get up, was stunned when she heard this. It was one thing to injure her subordinates, but this person actually wanted her to work for him?

Ling Ying was quite angry, but she also understood that she was not in a position where she could object. If something went wrong, her life would really end today.

But even so, Ling Ying did not know what to answer for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Song deliberately increased his aura and pressed it on Ling Ying even more.

Thud!

Ling Ying, who was still lost in thought, was suddenly pressed down and knelt on the ground.

"Since you don't know how to answer, then this seat will help you give some answers. If you agree, live; but if you disagree, then… you can just go to death!"

The pressure on Ling Ying's head was slightly loosened and she was able to raise her head up slightly.

But at this moment, a sword clone appeared from Yang Song floated over. The sharp edge of the sword stayed right next to the throat of Ling Ying.

Seeing their patriarch being bullied so badly, those guards tried to resist the pressure and wanted to retaliate.

But how could Yang Song allow them to resist?

"You want to resist this seat? Fool!"

The pressure went up by two folds out of blue and those guards were directly pressed to the ground, their limbs immobile.

Yang Song turned his head to Ling Ying and said, "You still don't know how to answer? Good, then you can perish now!"

The sword clone in front of Ling Ying suddenly spun quickly and was about to drill Ling Ying's throat. But at the final moment, Ling Ying hurriedly shouted from her lungs, "I agree! My lord, please spare my life! I agree to be your servant!"

Yang Song smiled wickedly and said casually, "Good. You will understand that your choice at this moment will not fail you in the future."

After saying that, Yang Song looked around for a few seconds and said, "Call all the core members of the Ling Family over quickly."

Ling Ying wiped the sweat on her face and replied, "My lord, they…"

Yang Song glanced at her leisurely, interrupting her words.

Ling Ying understood the meaning in that look and nodded quickly, "Yes, my lord!"

…

With the call from their patriarch, all the core members of the Ling Family quickly came to the main house.

Since she called at such a late time, it must be that she had a very important matter to tell them.

But when they arrived at the main mansion and saw the scene there, they were stunned at first, then they quickly came to Ling Ying and asked her what had just happened.

When they heard what had happened here and knew the intention of Yang Song, they were speechless and felt ridiculous.

A young member of the Ling Family even laughed contemptuously and came in front of Yang Song and Li Wanjing.

"What? These two clowns want to let my Ling Family work for them?"

Then he looked up and down at Yang Song and Li Wanjing and said, "This place is the Ling Family, not a cosplay convention…"

"Ling Qiao, don't be disrespectful!" Ling Ying hurriedly interrupted the former, afraid that something bad might happen if he angered Yang Song.

But as soon as this guy spoke, he had already offended Yang Song. So at this moment, Yang Song glanced at Ling Qiao leisurely and calmly.

Seeing this look, a bad omen appeared in Ling Qiao's heart. But before he could say anything, a flash of blue light dashed over and penetrated his chest quickly.

Everyone finally saw what the flash of blue light earlier was. It was a blue transparent sword.

When Ling Qiao fell to the ground, lifeless, that blue sword disappeared bit by bit strangely.

Ling Qiao's parents suddenly regained their consciousness and looked at Yang Song with hatred.

"You! My son did not offend you anywhere, why did you have to kill him?!" Ling Qiao's mother shouted with tears.

Yang Song looked at this woman through the holes of the mask slightly and chuckled, "Such an evil person, he should just die, not to mention he offended me."

Indeed, Yang Song did not kill Ling Qiao just because the guy ridiculed him. It was because he sensed a strong smell of stinky blood from this Ling Qiao's body. And this smell reminded Yang Song of the White Dragon Temple.

Only a person who had done many evil deeds would have such a stinky smell, and this smell could not be hidden even by the most expensive and most fragrant perfume in the world.

Hearing what Yang Song said, Ling Qiao's mother only thought that he was talking nonsense, so she cursed Yang Song even more.

Ling Ying wanted to come forward again and calm her cousin down, but when she felt Yang Song's stern look, she could only gulp and stay silent.

When that woman finished cursing, Yang Song said, "Are you done? If you're done cursing, then you can go to accompany your son in hell now!"

Another sword clone manifested and killed Ling Qiao's mother ruthlessly.

Blood burst out like firework, dyeing the ground red.

The atmosphere became extremely quiet to the point that even the sound of needle falling could be heard clearly.

Until this time, everyone was really afraid, afraid to even breathe loudly, afraid that their life might end if they dared to do anything wrong in front of this cruel and strange mystic being.

Yes, these people regarded Yang Song as a mystic being from the mystic society. Only people of the mystic society could perform such magical abilities.

Everyone lowered their heads and their backs were wet with cold sweat.

Even Ling Qiao's father whose face was full of anger earlier stood there tremblingly at this moment.

As a martial artist who had encountered many hardships in his life, what he was most afraid of was none other than "death". Therefore, the threat of Yang Song worked perfectly on him.

"I see since no one has any objections anymore, this seat will start the work."

With a gesture of his hand, many Lesser Soul Binding Talismans flew out and floated in front of all the core members of the Ling Family.

After he made sure that all the core members had the Lesser Soul Binding Talisman, Yang Song used his True Energy to urge those talismans quickly.

The talismans glowed and flew to touch the bodies of those people. A moment later, all the Lesser Soul Talismans disappeared bit by bit before disappearing into the bodies of the members of the Ling Family.

Ling Ying and other people's reactions were similar to those of Li Wanjing and his people when Yang Song conquered the Li Family.

Before long, when he determined that all the talismans really worked, Yang Song declared loudly, "From now on, you souls will be controlled by this seat. If you have any bad thoughts or if you dare to ignore my orders, you will know the consequence!"

Then, to make an example for them, Yang Song's powerful Spiritual Consciousness moved and he clutched the souls of those people slightly.

Ling Ying and the others suddenly howled in pain. This pain was as if it originated from their very soul and they felt that if this went on, they would really die for sure.

When their lips turned extremely pale, Yang Song retracted his control and set their souls free.

Ling Ying and the others finally took in the fresh breath of life and looked at Yang Song in horror, fear, and awe.

Such a weird method… was this person a devil?

Feeling everyone's gazes, Yang Song nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very well, it looks like you guys will be obedient from now on. In the future, you will understand the advantage of working for this seat."

"Well, for now, this seat will go continue to go to conquer other families."

With that, Yang Song, with Li Wanjing behind him, flew out quickly with the accompany of several blue thunderbolts.

Ling Ying suddenly thought of something and shouted from behind, "My lord, your name…"

Yang Song in midair smiled slightly…

"This seat is called Blue Bolt Sovereign…"

Yang Song's figure had already disappeared, but his voice resounded in the ears of every member of the Ling Family on the ground.

Looking at the spot where Yang Song disappeared, Ling Ying and several senior members of the Ling Family couldn't help being reminded of what Yang Song had said earlier and they sighed, "It looks like C Country or even the world… will change soon…"