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At this time, because the Tower Master had removed the slave seal on Long Bufan, she had exhausted too many Spiritual Energy s. Hence, after resting for four hours, she also began to treat the Black Flood Dragon.
"From beginning to end, I will be loyal to my master. Don't even think about changing my mind just because of this!" As the Black Flood Dragon saw the Tower Master approach, its eyes began to emit a fierce light as it roared in an extremely resistant manner.
"After removing the slave seal, I don't believe that you still have such loyalty." The corner of Long Bufan's mouth curved up in a sinister manner. As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and a strand of spatial energy immediately bound the struggling Black Flood Dragon like a rope.
Swish!
After which, the ten fingers of the Tower Master swiftly transformed into a Seal. Very quickly, a blood-colored rune seal was formed between his fingers and entered the forehead of the black dragon without any delay.
Just like how he treated Long Bufan previously, the Tower Master of the Heavenly Tower covered the black slave imprint on the Black Jiao's soul body with the blood-red seal.
Ah ah ah ah!
For a time, the Black Flood Dragon let out a mournful wail under the torment of his soul. The intense pain made his entire body tremble as he curled up on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Long Bufan recalled his terrifying experience from last night, and secretly gulped down a mouthful of saliva in fear. He could only pray that the Black Jiao would be able to successfully remove the slave seal.
Otherwise, if Long Bufan's side lacked a powerful general like the Black Flood Dragon, the situation would become even more serious!
It had to be said that the Black Flood Dragon's endurance was not inferior to Long Bufan's at all. Even after being worn down by this painful slave seal, he still had not completely fainted.
Just like that, time continued to pass by second by second. After a few hours, the Black Jiao's howls gradually died down, just that the appearance of the bleeding from all seven orifices was just like Long Bufan, who looked to be in a very sorry state.
"Senior Mo Tian, how is it?" Sensing that the Black Flood Dragon's aura had become extremely weak, Long Bufan stared nervously at the Tower Master, and asked urgently.
The Tower Lord's face paled slightly as he wiped away the sweat on his forehead. After a moment of thought, he smiled and said, "I didn't disappoint you."
"Oh yeah!"
Hearing that, Long Bufan immediately cheered out of joy, his face full of excitement.
"Senior Mo Tian's treasured sword is indeed not old, it's really amazing!"
At the side, Jiang Wuchen also laughed excitedly. In his heart, he had always hoped to acknowledge the Tower Master as his master, so he immediately took this opportunity to flatter him. He grinned and said: "If Senior Mo Tian accepts me as his disciple, then this technique will not be lost in the future."
However, this flattery did not seem to have much of an effect. One could see that the Tower Lord's expression was calm as he noncommittally smiled and said, "If you wish to learn, this old man can bestow it to you without reservation. There is no need to be as grand as you are in the name of master and disciple."
"Then I'll have to thank Senior Mo Tian."
Hearing those words, Jiang Wuchen laughed helplessly. However, a flash of determination shone through his eyes. Evidently, he had not given up on the idea of becoming Chu Feng's disciple.