The battle ended, easily.
"How is it?"
Seeing Lan Kuang and the four Qin family soldiers nod, Chen Fan withdrew his gaze. "You continue..."
The spiritual dragon was vibrating, wanting to break free from the seal.
On the spiritual dragon, a hundred meters long, patterns like small snakes writhed.
Every time a black snake moved, the spiritual dragon trembled.
"It hurts..."
The spiritual dragon roared.
Pain that penetrated to the bone.
"Hurts a lot, huh?"
Chen Fan chuckled, unable to empathize.
"Help me expel them."
"Hmm?"
Chen Fan was puzzled. "But... why should I help you?" Dafeng Fiction Network.
"..."
This time, it was the spiritual dragon's turn to fall silent.
"Asking for help isn't a way to behave," Chen Fan shook his head.
The attitude was wrong, so he couldn't help.
Besides, he still had many questions unanswered.
The spiritual dragon continued to wail.
Chen Fan smiled and asked, "How about I ask you a question?"
"Help me first..."
He paused, then raised his hand and grabbed forward.
Buzz!
Energy surged and corroded upwards.
The spiritual dragon's body convulsed, roaring, "It hurts, you can't force it..."
In silence, Chen Fan withdrew his spiritual energy.
He couldn't force it.
Walking forward, he placed his hand on the spiritual dragon, touching the strange patterns like small snakes.
As he touched them, an indescribable evil aura rushed towards him.
The small snakes on the spiritual dragon's body were like parasitic maggots, eroding its body.
"Roar."
The spiritual dragon's roars grew more mournful.
This time, Chen Fan could sense it clearly.
The patterned small snakes were indeed gnawing on the spiritual dragon's flesh and blood, constantly eroding it.
"I can't expel them by force."
Chen Fan withdrew his right hand. "Special methods are needed to cooperate for expulsion."
"Help me."
The spiritual dragon had suffered too long.
Clang!
The Ama-no-Murakumo sword was unsheathed.
"This is..."
The spiritual dragon was shocked. "Such a powerful aura."
The aura released by the Ama-no-Murakumo sword stunned the spiritual dragon.
Sword light flashed and landed on the spiritual dragon.
"Chirp."
A strange pattern dissolved under the divine sword.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
While shocked, the spiritual dragon's emotions became agitated.
Although only one pattern was dissolved, and the pain was only slightly alleviated, he saw hope.
"Quick, help me."
As the spiritual dragon grew excited, Chen Fan took a few steps back.
"You..."
"I told you before."
Chen Fan waved his hand. "Firstly, I don't help for free. Secondly, before helping, shouldn't you say something?"
"Ah..."
The spiritual dragon roared in agony, but suppressed its inner turmoil. "What do you want to know?"
It was simple.
Yes, very simple. "I want to know why the Angelic Holy Council imprisoned you, and what are these strange patterns?" Dafeng Fiction.
"..."
The spiritual dragon fell silent.
"You don't want to say?"
Chen Fan touched his nose. "It's fine. Even if you don't say, I won't do anything to you. I'm a decent person. Even though you've developed sentience, I won't do anything to you."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Wait."
Seeing Chen Fan truly leaving, the spiritual dragon panicked. "I can tell you, but you have to promise to let me out."
"..."
Chen Fan remained silent.
Letting it out was another matter. He needed the answers he wanted.
"Alas."
The spiritual dragon even sighed anthropomorphically. "Ask away. I'll tell you everything I know. I hope you'll be satisfied in the end and let me out."
"Good."
Chen Fan nodded. "First question, how... did you develop sentience?"
Spiritual veins were incapable of developing sentience.
If they could, then over the past ten thousand years, countless powerful spiritual vein creatures would have appeared.
Therefore, spiritual veins did not develop sentience.
So, this situation...
"It's hard for me to say."
The spiritual dragon spoke. "I have no memory of how I developed sentience. The deepest impression I have is... there was a person in my memory. My ability to develop sentience might be related to that person."
"Who?"
"I don't know."
"What did they look like?"
"I don't know."
Chen Fan: "..."
"There was only a back."
After saying that, the spiritual dragon added, "I couldn't see anything clearly, but that figure was wearing a crown."
"???"
What the heck was a crown?
Why was it suddenly mentioned here?
The spiritual dragon knew this was a critical moment for its survival and no longer concealed anything, revealing a bombshell: "The aura of that crown is exactly the same as the aura of your sword."
"What?"
Chen Fan's pupils constricted.
Exactly the same aura as the Ama-no-Murakumo sword. What else could it be besides a divine artifact?
Could it be that there was news of the fifth divine artifact?
Chen Fan's tone became urgent. "What else? Tell me everything..."
The spiritual dragon shook its head. "I'm in too much pain, I can't concentrate to recall..."
Fine.
It had caught Chen Fan's weakness.
The spiritual dragon, with a bit of cunning, immediately grasped the most important point.
"Clang!"
The Ama-no-Murakumo sword was unsheathed. "You'd better not have lied to me, or you'll know the price of deceiving me."
Chen Fan had enough confidence to say this.
Since the spiritual dragon could be sealed by the Angelic Holy Council, it could be sealed by him.
Apart from the fallen Phoenix, no one from the Angelic Holy Council was his match.
Since the spiritual dragon held the information he needed, this transaction was worth it.
"Help me first, and I will tell you everything without reservation," the spiritual dragon said.
Oh ho, it even knew how to use idioms now.
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Clang!
Sword light flashed.
Each sword strike was precise, swiftly attacking the strange patterns.
"Bang bang bang."
With each serpentine pattern that disappeared, the spiritual dragon's body trembled.
Its body trembled more and more violently, almost reaching the point of breaking free.
Chen Fan remained silent and annihilated all the patterns.
"Roar."
Spiritual energy surged forth like a torrent.
The spiritual dragon roared, rolling beneath the earth.
The mine was rapidly collapsing, threatening to bury Chen Fan and the others alive.
"Bang."
Lan Kuang and the four Qin family soldiers quickly moved, shattering the falling debris.
But... there was too much debris.
The spiritual dragon's tremors showed no sign of stopping; instead, they intensified.
Its body began to shrink...
"You can stop now."
Suddenly, Chen Fan spoke.
"Roar."
The spiritual dragon continued to roar, as if it hadn't heard.
Zheng Zheng!
The Ama-no-Murakumo sword trembled, its killing intent permeating the air.
"Haha."
The spiritual dragon's laughter echoed. As its massive dragon body shrank to its smallest size, it transformed into a human form.
Arrogance.
That was the first impression the human-shaped spiritual dragon gave.
Its face regarded Chen Fan with a condescending gaze.
"Human boy."
The human-shaped spiritual dragon laughed. "Thank you for your help. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I'll leave for a while. I'll be back in ten minutes, and I'll tell you all the answers you need without any concealment."
With that, the human-shaped spiritual dragon prepared to leave.
"No."
Chen Fan suddenly spoke, his tone chilling. "I want the answer now."
"Hmm?"
Zheng Zheng!
"I said, I want to hear the answer immediately," his calm voice laced with coldness.