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Without any hesitation, Xuan Hao's slender hands formed a spell sign, and a complex black character appeared in the air. It looked like a dragon but also like a divine beast. This should be the secret of the Ancient Dragon Clan, and it seemed to have a mysterious color to it. The words became more and more profound in the air, and the black characters started to give off circles of dark red light. It seemed to be made of red dust, but it seemed to appear and disappear in the air.

Zhong Ming still fainted and didn't wake up. Xuan Hao propped him up next to a rock and leaned him against it. A pair of hands, which had nowhere to place them, rested on his thin waist. His two slender and straight legs were stabbed into the grass like a silent doll.

His handsome face no longer had a cold and domineering aura. His long and narrow phoenix eyes were tightly shut. His long eyelashes rested on his lower eyelids. His eyes and tail were slightly raised, exuding an inexplicable cold and restrained beauty. His lips were slightly pale, but compared to his paler complexion, his lips were actually a deep red, and seemed to be faintly alluring.

His head naturally tilted to the right, and the hair in front of his forehead fell down. His hair hung messily over his face, and he seemed to be completely unaware of Xuan Hao's movements.

The incantation Xuan Hao had formed in the air became increasingly profound, and the incantation characters were also gradually growing larger. When the character was as big as Zhong Ming's face, Xuan Hao stopped gathering his strength and inserted the character into Zhong Ming's body.

Zhong Ming's body trembled the moment the text was typed in. His complexion became immeasurably pale, and the color of his lips also abnormally faded away. His brows furrowed and a black aura appeared on his face.

Xuan Hao closed his eyes. The slight hesitation in his blood-red eyes was also concealed. He wasn't very confident right now. Zhong Ming's situation wasn't something that he could discuss with an outsider, so he could only think about it by himself. The Dragon Clan secret imprint was a secret technique passed down from the Ancient Dragon Clan. He had never tested it before, so he had no way of knowing how powerful it was. However, this was the best way he could think of when combined with Zhong Ming's current situation.

The seal passed through his body and landed on Zhong Ming's heart. Zhong Ming's heart was also surrounded by a faint red substance. Through the Spiritual Sense's detection, Xuan Hao could clearly see Zhong Ming's current internal condition.

The hand seal that he had just formed was the most suitable hand seal for Wu Tie that he had racked his brains for. It was an Ancient Dragon Clan forbidden technique which could absorb and devour Demonic Qi. The only reason he had these forbidden techniques was because he was the dragon race's Young Master. He had become a prince of the dragon race, and was the successor of the dragon race's king. Thus, he had absorbed knowledge, including forbidden techniques, that many of his peers couldn't access. However, the Dragon Clan's forbidden techniques could only be described as superficial. This was because the Dragon Clan's forbidden techniques were not taught outside of the clan's king. The teacher who taught him only knew the basics of the forbidden techniques was ignorant of their true terror and mystery.

The reason he knew about this gate restriction technique was mostly because he had been awakened from the Demon Dragon's body while he was sleeping in the dragon tomb, and all the Dragon Clans had sacrificed themselves for him. Such a massive sacrifice was in itself a forbidden technique of the dragon race. When the dragon king died, some legacies would naturally be transferred into Xuan Hao's mind. This included the Devouring Forbidden Technique.

However, when he awakened, he was the only one left from the Dragon Tribe. The inheritance that he had obtained was still incomplete, so he was a bit nervous right now. Xuan Hao wasn't sure exactly how powerful this forbidden technique was. He could only crush the words urgently to minimize the damage to Zhong Ming when there were problems with the forbidden technique.

That was what he originally thought, but when he saw the words finally embedded in Zhong Ming's heart, he felt a little broken. This cut off his original escape route. He couldn't possibly break Zhong Ming's heart as well, right?

Xuan Hao was a little anxious, but he was still very calm. He tried his best to suppress the anxiety and fear in his heart. He focused his attention on Xuan Hao's body as he paid attention to the black text's work.

Xuan Hao looked at the golden Spiritual Energy that was entangled with the red substance in Zhong Ming's meridians, and then mixed with the black fog. The black color spread throughout Zhong Ming's entire body bit by bit and gradually covered all the meridians in Zhong Ming's body.

The main point was about to come. Xuan Hao was closely observing the condition of Zhong Ming's meridians.

At that moment, there were black lines all over Zhong Ming's body. His forehead was especially serious. The black lines were floating on the surface like veins that were about to burst. It was even more eye-catching on his fair skin.

Xuan Hao, on the other hand, didn't know what was going on. He watched as the black fog slowly flowed through his meridians, covering up the red color and revealing a trace of joy. He scanned the Spiritual Sense towards Zhong Ming's heart. The complex black text stuck to the outside of the heart, trembling as the heart expanded and contracted. On the upper part of the heart, wisps of red silk were pulled over, and a few golden threads of Spiritual Energy could be vaguely seen. The redness gradually deepened as it gathered around the giant black character on the outside of the heart. The black character emitted a faint circle of dark red color.

Xuan Hao was overjoyed. This was the effective method!

He continued to stare at the black text and felt the black text absorb all of the Demonic Qi in his master's body and then teleport back into Xuan Hao's body through his control. Xuan Hao withdrew his inner vision.

He focused on feeling the connection he had with the secret message from the dragon clan. However, something unexpected happened, and the heart that he had just put down was once again lifted into his throat.

Xuan Hao suddenly heard Zhong Ming groan in pain, followed by him spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Xuan Hao divided his attention and stared at the various meridians in Zhong Ming's body. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Ming. What was going on?

He was a little flustered. He had asked a little white guy who had no experience to save his master to come here. He was already a little nervous, but now that Zhong Ming was in trouble, he was immediately at a loss for what to do. However, his reasoning was still there. He did not get frightened and cut off the forbidden technique. Instead, he controlled the forbidden technique.

He glanced at Zhong Ming's entire body, then closed his eyes and probed all the Spiritual Sense into Zhong Ming's body. The mouthful of blood that Zhong Ming spat out was bright red, but Xuan Hao didn't know what was wrong with it.

On one hand, he was paying close attention to the execution of the spell. On the other hand, he was wholeheartedly looking for the problem of Xuan Hao's bloodline. Sure enough, Xuan Hao's meridians were all tangled together by a red substance.

Xuan Hao saw that all of the meridians in his body had been cleared, so he controlled the black text to slowly move towards the spiritual altar, leaving behind a trace of black fog. He then separated the red substance from the Spiritual Energy and absorbed the Demonic Qi.

Xuan Hao did two things at once, but he did not train to be overly controlled. Thus, after clearing his meridians, Xuan Hao immediately transferred all the Spiritual Sense to Zhong Ming's spiritual altar. The golden color on Zhong Ming's spiritual altar was suppressed by the red Demonic Qi which looked like a fire but had some liquid flowing on it. The red substance even had countless fine lines on it, covering the entire spiritual altar underneath.

This situation seemed to be more than twice as serious as when he first checked Zhong Ming and confronted him! What did Zhong Ming do to him? In other words, what kind of method did he have to deal with these unruly and mutated Demonic Qi?

When Xuan Hao's black text moved onto that mass of things, the red substance even trembled in an extremely human-like manner, as if it felt suppression and fear. However, it still did not move. Instead, it added a layer of thickness to the grid that could be seen with the naked eye.

Xuan Hao was filled with anger when he saw this. Could it be that he didn't know what provocation was?

He instantly exploded, dropping the black dragon secret message downwards, smashing it onto the red grid.1

Xuan Hao had initially thought that he would be slowly clearing Zhong Ming's body of the fog, just like how he had been cleaning out the fog. That was why he had smashed Zhong Ming without thinking. Surprisingly, his black text was like a barbecue furnace, melting the red net with a sizzling sound.

In the end, it was just a lump of Demonic Qi. Even if it was combined with spirit energy and became a mutated breed, it would still not be human. In this situation, it did nothing but shrink its own grid, getting smaller and smaller until it was completely engulfed by the black dragon code like a whirlwind. Of course, this time, even the Spiritual Aura had been devoured. That Long Wen didn't feel like he had done anything wrong and even attempted to devour the Spiritual Aura within the Spiritual Altar.

Xuan Hao was overwhelmed with shock. Instantly, the Spiritual Sense formed thin threads and desperately minced that black text.

In the end, Xuan Hao still walked this path. He opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The reason why forbidden arts were called forbidden arts was because they could not be artificially manipulated. Just like this incomplete forbidden art, in the end, it would devour everything, leaving nothing behind. These were all treasures of the evil dragons, and they relied on devouring other people's cultivation, Spiritual Sense s, and even flesh to obtain these Spiritual Energy. Xuan Hao didn't want to create such a deadly evil art, so when he made the seal, he didn't gather his strength for long. He even made a slight improvement, simply completing the construction of the Demonic Qi devouring ability and sending it into Zhong Ming's body. Who would have known that this secret text of the dragon clan would make up for its intricacy by wanting to devour Zhong Ming.

Once this seal was unleashed, there was no way to retract it, unless one was completely engulfed. He had not completely used the original forbidden technique and should have been able to control it with a high probability. However, at the last moment, he discovered that he was unable to control a greedy fierce beast that had tasted the sweetness.

Xuan Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the ground. He had used his own Spiritual Sense to grind the black dragon runes. Just as the Spiritual Sense touched the surface of the black characters, a large portion of the Spiritual Sense was engulfed.

Xuan Hao held his throbbing temples and slowly raised a bitter smile. The incomplete pain of the Spiritual Sense was the kind of pain that was really hard to bear, so much so that it seeped into one's bones. Xuan Hao slowly didn't even have the strength to maintain that bitter smile. The pain of the Spiritual Sense being torn apart seeped into his soul, causing him to constantly tremble.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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