For the time being Lu Xiaotian merely put on a show of struggling desperately to fend off the blood dragon's intrusion, his defensive perimeter appearing to shrink steadily as if falling was merely a matter of time.
Dragon Soul Battle Garb! Carefully identifying it now, Fang Qinlong realized that the defense on Lu Xiaotian's surface was truly extraordinary; back when he was still in the Dragon-Seeking Office, that office had already researched the God-Defying Dharma Garb, and he naturally understood the foundation from which it was developed.
This was definitively an authentic Dragon Soul Battle Garb technique, and the dragon heritage acquired by the opposing Celestial-stage dragon was truly remarkable.
"You cultivated into a dragon on your own? How could you know the primordial dragon clan's inherited divine abilities? What on earth is your background?" Fang Qinlong demanded sternly.
"I acquired this Dragon Soul Battle Garb divine ability from a ruin within the Immortal-Demon Battlefield; is there a problem?" Lu Xiaotian replied, looking as if it took great effort, before he chuckled again. "Wanting to extract more secrets about the dragon clan from me is nothing more than wishful thinking."
"Then we shall see whether you have the ability to endure the torture. If you truly can endure it, I will have nothing to say; I only fear that by then you will wish you were dead and confess of your own accord," Fang Qinlong said with a sinister tone.
He had already been trapped by him, yet he was still stubbornly unyielding. Since there was still some time before the struggle for the array core, he would wholeheartedly entertain this young dragon junior. He simply refused to believe that a mere junior could completely withstand his methods.
"Calculated, it's about time," Lu Xiaotian said suddenly to himself.
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