Lin Qingtán's Gift

After entering the blood pool, Lin Dong began circulating the Heaven Devouring Prajna True Scripture Xiao Han had taught him.

As Lin Dong circulated his cultivation art, the blood within the pool churned violently like boiling water. Strands of incomparably pure energy were drawn from the blood pool and converged toward Lin Dong's body. The intense energy formed a red cocoon around him.

The Ancient Blood Bat Dragon possessed a dragon bloodline. Once Lin Dong devoured the power of that bloodline, even Xiao Han could not determine what kind of transformation Lin Dong would undergo.

Watching Lin Dong obtain yet another excellent opportunity with Xiao Han's help, all the martial artists present could not help but envy him.

As for Lin Langtian, he stared at Lin Dong for a long while, then glanced at Xiao Han before looking back at Lin Dong. His expression was gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Go!"

With a wave of Xiao Han's hand, a powerful gust swept out, stripping every blood-red scale from the Ancient Blood Bat Dragon's body.

"Come!"

Xiao Han made a grasping motion through the air. The blood-red scales that had been blown away were drawn in by an invisible force, gathering into a mass beside him.

Gulp, gulp.

The surrounding martial artists watched the scene, their throats bobbing as they swallowed.

If those countless blood-red scales were sold on the market, they would surely fetch an astronomical price.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

Immediately afterward, Xiao Han tapped his fingers repeatedly, and the claws, teeth, and other hard parts of the Ancient Blood Bat Dragon's corpse fell away one after another.

"Elder Lin Fan!" Xiao Han called.

"This old man is here!" Lin Fan did not dare act presumptuously and bowed respectfully to Xiao Han. Perhaps without