Han Wu looked up at Evil Dragon Vitas.
At this moment, he was nothing but a pure soul—or perhaps a dragon spirit.
Yet even as a soul, the pressure he exuded was immensely powerful.
It made Han Wu feel as though he were facing a World Level Expert.
And this was only Evil Dragon Vitas's dragon spirit.
If Evil Dragon Vitas were in his Perfect Stage, just how powerful would he be?
After finishing his roar, Evil Dragon Vitas looked down at the tiny Han Wu and Qin Shuang on the ground.
His dragon eyes widened, his gaze settling on Han Wu.
"Insignificant human, why do I sense the aura of a Rebel on you?" Evil Dragon Vitas asked viciously.
"Because I am a Rebel," Han Wu replied.
He then asked Evil Dragon Vitas, "You told me there was a treasure here that even Dragon Kings would covet. Where is it?"
Evil Dragon Vitas threw back his head and laughed. "You are absolutely the stupidest Rebel I have ever seen. I only said that to get you to destroy the altar here and release me!"
"Then what is beneath the Sect of the Sealed Gate?" Han Wu pressed.
"Beneath the Sect of the Sealed Gate is a million-year-old ancient tree catalyzed by Sealing Techniques. That damned tree eroded my body and absorbed my dragon might, forcing me to abandon my flesh and escape the seal in the form of a dragon spirit. Damn it, damn it!" As Evil Dragon Vitas spoke, he began roaring furiously again.
Han Wu had expected this.
He had come here to destroy the altar fully prepared for Evil Dragon Vitas to deceive him.
But there was one thing Evil Dragon Vitas had not lied about.
There truly was a treasure here that even Dragon Kings