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And at this time, in the air above the palace, countless black figures were gathered. At a glance, all of them were Royal Warriors carrying dragonwing.
In the center of the crowd, there was an area with a radius of several hundred feet. Two of the figures stood in the air, their bodies surrounded by a black vortex.
These two black figures were undoubtedly Long Bufan and the Black Flood Dragon who were in a stalemate state.
"Have you obtained the permission of your master to become the emperor?" The Black Jiao stared at Long Bufan fiercely, and asked with a cold expression.
Long Bufan raised her eyebrows slightly, and said indifferently: "Why do I need his permission?"
"He is our master."
Under the control of the slave imprint Power, he would definitely not allow any fellow to betray Mo Lianyun. Even if he knew that Long Bufan had also been imprinted with a slave seal by Mo Lianyun, he would not be able to tolerate Long Bufan becoming emperor without his master's approval.
After all, this meant that Long Bufan and Mo Lianyun were in an opposing situation. The Black Flood Dragon, loyal to its master, naturally found this hard to accept.
"My apologies, he is not my master. However, if you are willing, you will also be able to recover your freedom." Long Bufan's eyes went cold as he stared at the Black Flood Dragon, attempting to awaken its hidden consciousness.
With the Black Flood Dragon's current strength, which was comparable to that of the Ten Winged Dragon Bloodline Demon Emperor, Mo Lianyun's Power slave seal had every opportunity to destroy it and escape the latter's control.
"Master is my everything, I don't need to regain any freedom." The Black Flood Dragon coldly said. Being controlled by the slave imprint for over a hundred years, that subconscious loyalty of his was already deeply ingrained.
"In that case, we have nothing else to talk about." The corner of Long Bufan's mouth curled into a proud smile as he stared at the Black Flood Dragon with shining eyes. A thick wave of fighting spirit began to quickly condense in his eyes.
Long Bufan, who had just made a breakthrough to become a ten-winged Demon Emperor, urgently needed to find an opponent that was on par with him, and happily fought a great battle. As for the Black Flood Dragon, it was undoubtedly the best opponent for the current situation.
Moreover, Long Bufan would definitely not give the Black Jiao any chance to escape. After all, such a strong opponent would only bring more trouble upon Mo Lianyun if he returned to his side.
But now, this was Long Bufan's current territory. Against a lone Black Jiao, he had a great advantage.
As his voice fell, Long Bufan took out the Blood Vein Spear from his spatial ring. As he poured the zhenyuan in, the blood-colored rune on the spear suddenly blossomed with a scarlet Blood Light. At the same time, an extremely vicious killing intent exploded forth at the same time, instantly locking onto the Black Flood Dragon's figure.
The Black Flood Dragon was surrounded by over a hundred thousand enemies, but its face was gloomy and it did not show the slightest sign of fear. Moreover, its weapon was a two-handed weapon, not a traditional weapon like a spear or halberd.
Swish!
The air vibrated, the Dark Light howled, the Black Flood Dragon's arms suddenly split into countless dark lines.
The muscles on both of his hands suddenly bulged, and his ten nails also swiftly extended, becoming just like a ghost claw. They contained a hard, sharp, cold glint, and his scarlet eyes were filled with a fierce bloodlust, causing the black dragon to look somewhat ferocious!
Seeing that, the surrounding Five Great Demon Generals and many of the royal warriors all followed Long Bufan's orders, quickly retreating with some fear. In a battle between experts of this level, if they were to get involved, even if they did not die, they would be severely injured.