Volume One, Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Eight
Black Dragon's face twisted ferociously, her eyes brimming with murderous intent. "Kid, you're dead for sure. I'll carve you into a thousand pieces, scatter your soul to the winds, and leave you without even a grave!"
Zhao Fu snorted coldly. "You think I'd be afraid of you now? Hand over that treasure of yours, and you can suffer a little less."
Black Dragon roared furiously, "Dream on! I'll definitely slaughter you!"
Zhao Fu said nothing more. With a cold expression, he pushed his outstretched hand forward. A surge of power poured forth, and the wooden pillars floating before him emitted an even more intense light.
The slender wooden pillars embedded in Black Dragon's body slowly pulled free, then rose into the air before plummeting from the sky with even greater force.
Black Dragon let out a pained scream as her body was pierced through by the many wooden pillars once again, blood flowing without stop.
The many wooden pillars pulled free once more, then shot through Black Dragon's body again with terrifying power. She cried out in agony, countless bloody holes covering her body as blood continued to flow, dyeing the ground crimson.
Zhao Fu said, "I'll give you one more chance. Hand over your treasure."
Black Dragon glared at Zhao Fu with a savage expression. She desperately wanted to kill him, but her attitude still softened, as she did not want to endure such intense pain again.
After a moment of silence, Black Dragon asked, "What do I get for handing over my treasure?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fu said, "Other than removing the seal, what do you want?"
Black Dragon's expression turned cold. What she wanted most was for the seal to be removed, yet Zhao Fu had rejected that