Zhang Lingjun said nothing and closed his eyes.
Kill me or carve me up as you please. Don't dream of prying a single word from my mouth.
Lu Changfeng sneered and cast a glance toward the Flood Dragon.
"Aaaah!!!"
Another scream rang out!
The Flood Dragon's four claws abruptly tightened, their tips digging straight into flesh!
Li Chongfu's face instantly turned from bluish-purple to deathly white. The veins beneath every patch of exposed skin bulged hideously, like writhing blue-purple earthworms!
Zhang Lingjun's entire body stiffened!
He stared fixedly at Lu Changfeng, his eyes brimming with murderous hatred.
"A reminder."
Lu Changfeng's voice remained calm. He looked down at Zhang Lingjun from above, his gaze clear yet utterly devoid of warmth. "My medical skills are excellent. So don't try to deceive me. If you talk, I can... spare his life."
Zhang Lingjun's gaze flickered as he stared into those unreadable eyes.
He tried to judge whether those words were true.
But before he could think any further, Li Chongfu screamed again, his breathing growing weaker and weaker!
The hatred in Zhang Lingjun's eyes slowly faded, replaced by the ashen resignation of someone accepting his fate.
With difficulty, he forced a sentence from his throat. "...I hope you... keep your promise..."
Lu Changfeng inclined his head slightly, his tone still flat.
"That depends on what you tell me."
"Who are you? Why are you here? Start from the beginning."
Zhang Lingjun fell silent for a moment. When the dragon's claws tightened again, his eyes finally snapped open, the last trace of hesitation utterly extinguished.
He began recounting his origins.
He had indeed come from Dragon-Slaying City, that sacred ground for dragon slayers hidden deep amid the Eastern Sea's vast blue waters, unknown to the world. For generations, its disciples had practiced the