Although it felt a bit unpleasant inside, the Black Dragon inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. At least it didn't have to be put on the spot.
As an underage Black Dragon, it had a very strong will to live.
Don't be fooled by how tough it acted just now—deep down it had already thought about it: what if Ning Fan really forced it, what was it supposed to do then?
"Now that the irrelevant stuff is done, let's talk business."
As he spoke, Ning Fan plopped his butt down. "Huh, not gonna lie, it's pretty soft. Not like I imagined, doesn't jab my ass at all."
The "stool" under Ning Fan's butt was exactly the fleshy crown the Black Dragon had shown off earlier.
"I must endure! Endure! Endure!"
The Black Dragon forced itself to calm down, hiding that man-eating fury. "Big Lord, what do you want to know?"
"You still haven't said why the Divine Power went out of control."
Hearing this question again, the Black Dragon's fawning face tightened, and it stamred as it explained the details.
"No wonder you didn't dare say it just now. So you were using a Forbidden Spell to screw over again."
As he spoke, Ning Fan slamd a fist down on one of the Black Dragon's horns.
"Endure!"
At this point, the Black Dragon had already cultivated the "endure" mantra to perfection.
"No wonder there was an alarm when we stepped into the Teleportation Formation."
Thinking back to what the Black Dragon had said just now, Ning Fan still felt lingering fear.
He didn't know what the Chaos Void really was, but the mont he imagined drifting alone through ti and space, that loneliness made Ning Fan shiver all over.
"Probably like an astronaut floating in space, waiting for death in endless solitude. What a damn vicious idea."
The more he thought about it, the madder he got. Ning Fan slamd another fist down—he'd rather go through the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation again than experience that kind of exile.
"Endure again!"
The Black Dragon's eyelids twitched. It gritted its teeth and stayed silent.
"So you ended up like this because you got hit by the backlash of a Forbidden Spell."
Ning Fan shook his head and swayed it smugly. "Serves you right. You made this ss yourself."
"It wasn't a Forbidden Spell backlash."
As it spoke, the Black Dragon explained the difference between Forbidden Spell backlash and Divine Power backlash.
Hearing this, Ning Fan instantly saw the light and untied the knot in his heart.
When the Black Dragon ca out of the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation, it was already dead to the point of no return, reduced to a ball of at.
If not for the Light of Life intervening, the Black Dragon would've been buried long ago.
The Dragon Crystal that maintained the Black Dragon's existence was transford from the Light of Life, and the Divine Power contained in the Dragon Crystal was naturally no exception.
Using a power that belonged to the original owner to attack that original owner—if the Light of Life didn't rebel, that would be strange.
As for how the Light of Life inside the Black Dragon had acknowledged a master—
Although Ning Fan didn't know the exact reason, his spiritual feelers were like a king returning; the Light of Life all avoided his edge, which proved one thing.
Even though the Light of Life had been transferred into the Black Dragon's body, Ning Fan still held control over it.
"You can't really call it control."
Ning Fan shook his head, not quite agreeing with that wording.
If it were control, then Ning Fan should be able to command the Light of Life and use it for himself.
But according to the Black Dragon, it was Ning Fan's spiritual power that soothed that rampaging Divine Power.
To this day, the Black Dragon still thought the problem it encountered was Divine Power going berserk.
Just when it was in so much pain it wanted to die, it suddenly felt the pain lessen, and then it sensed Ning Fan's spiritual power.
Originally, the Black Dragon had wanted to take advantage of Ning Fan's distraction and kill him.
But once it noticed that his spiritual power could calm the Divine Power and ease the burning inside and out, it gave up on the sneak attack.
What happened afterward only confird this.
As long as Ning Fan withdrew his spiritual power, the Divine Power would imdiately run wild, plunging it into unbearable agony.
"Big Lord, can you help soothe the Divine Power?"
Unaware of the truth, the Black Dragon still prayed, hoping its flattery could buy Ning Fan's generosity.
"Aren't I already helping you?"
A mocking gleam flashed in Ning Fan's eyes. This brute blabbing everything without reservation only convinced him further that he now held a trump card.
It was like adding another safety lock—once he loosened his spiritual power, the Black Dragon would live a fate worse than death.
"I an from the source."
"I don't know."
Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed through the Black Dragon's eyes, but it still pleaded, "As long as you help , our Dragon Clan will not forget this favor."
"Can you represent the Dragon Clan?"
Hearing a possible opening, the Black Dragon hurriedly said, "I can. My father is the current Dark Dragon King, Orlando…"
"Stop. I get who you are."
Ning Fan changed the subject and said helplessly, "But I still can't do anything."
The Black Dragon already had a deep understanding of Ning Fan's treacherous cunning. Hearing this now, it just assud he was making excuses.
The Black Dragon spoke through clenched at, "As long as you help , Big Lord, I'm willing to give you a Godhead."
"What's a Godhead?"
"The manifestation of Rule Power. Once you have a Godhead, you can ignite Divine Fire and beco one of the Divine Spirits."
"It's that powerful?"
Hearing the surprise in Ning Fan's tone, the Black Dragon said proudly, "Of course it's powerful. This is the Godhead left behind by the Thunder God. You can comprehend both wind and lightning Rule Power with it…"
"Where is it?"
"Uh…"
"Relax, I'm a man of my word. As long as you give the Godhead, I'll help you out of your predicant right away."
Ning Fan rubbed his hands together, wearing the sly grin of a fox that just stole a chicken.
Doesn't matter what kind of Godhead it is or what it does—anything related to the rules of the Heavenly Dao is good stuff.
As for whether he'd actually do anything after taking the goods—that was another matter entirely.
Seeing the Black Dragon keep silent, Ning Fan said indifferently, "Since you don't trust , forget it then."
"Of course this king wouldn't trust a despicable villain like you."
The Black Dragon cursed in its heart, then mumbled, "The Godhead is with my father. Only after we return to the Divine Realm can I give it to you."
Ning Fan's expression flipped in an instant. His face darkened as he said coldly, "Are you kidding right now?"
The Black Dragon asked in confusion, "What is 'kidding'?"
"Are you playing ?"
Ning Fan hadn't expected that even with death staring it in the face, the Black Dragon still wanted to trick him, writing a bad check on his head.
"I'm not playing you, I'm telling the truth. Our Dragon Clan values promises above all. Once we agree to sothing, we will definitely see it done."
When it said this, even the Black Dragon felt a bit embarrassed. It might be ruthless and change faces faster than flipping pages, lying as casually as breathing, but it had never used the reputation of the entire Dragon Clan as collateral before.
The Dragon Clan did have quite a few people of their word—like the Light Dragons, Red Dragons and the like. They cared greatly for their promises and would even stake their lives on their honor.
But as for Dark Dragons… this branch of the Dragon Clan was on the sa level as the little Demon brats from the Abyssal Demon Realm when it ca to reputation. They were all sinister, treacherous types.
"You think I'd believe that?" Ning Fan sneered. "I'm afraid if I follow you into the Divine Realm, I'll never co back."
Ning Fan wouldn't believe even a punctuation mark from the Black Dragon.
If he really got tricked into the Divine Realm, it'd be a miracle if those Dragon Clan big shots didn't skin him alive. Forget about getting a reward—he'd be lucky to just die quickly.
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