187: The truth is revealed after searching the soul, Xie Chen is busy offering sacrifices

"Spare... spare me."

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

Jiang Fan looked in the direction of the voice, which came from Zhang Changchun.

At this time, Zhang Changchun was already on his last breath, barely breathing.

His entire Soul body was also much more ethereal.

It seemed that under the diligent supervision of the jailer Little Tree Sapling, Zhang Changchun had suffered a lot.

Jiang Fan said indifferently:

"Do you still have any value that would make me spare your life?"

"Yes... yes, if you just let me go, I'll tell you who in the Training Camp wants to harm you."

Zhang Changchun was like a drowning person clutching a life-saving straw, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

"Then tell me."

Jiang Fan's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Have you seen someone who uses Black Mist? That's the person who wants to deal with you. I know his identity."

Zhang Changchun stopped there, casting out his bait.

Although his current state was very bad, his Soul Power was almost squeezed dry by the Good Fortune Little Tree Sapling.

But his remaining sanity told him that this news would be his only chance to escape, and he had to seize it!

"Keep talking."

Jiang Fan's heart stirred upon hearing this; it seemed there was indeed some connection between the Black Demon Mist and Zhang Changchun.

"Hehe! I, this old man, am not that foolish. You must make a Martial Dao vow and promise to release me before I can tell you."

Zhang Changchun's weak voice revealed cunning,

"Also, I know my body is with you; you must return it to me as well. Otherwise, you can forget about getting any information from me. That person is a dangerous individual; he has a method to temporarily increase his strength. If he targets you, I'm afraid you won't be able to rest easy! Hehe!"

Zhang Changchun was extremely smug at this moment. He knew a bit about the secret of the Black Demon Mist and the danger Xie Chen posed to Jiang Fan.

If Jiang Fan wanted to eliminate the hidden danger of Xie Chen, he would first have to agree to release him.

At that time, as long as he escaped this restrictive Formation, he still had many ways to deal with Jiang Fan.

After all, having devoured tens of thousands of Souls, he still had quite a few trump cards.

It was just that being in someone else's Sea of Consciousness and being trapped by this abnormal Formation made it difficult for him to exert his full strength for a while.

"Hmph! You're already a prisoner; what makes you think you can threaten me with this?"

Jiang Fan scoffed, his tone full of disdain.

Zhang Changchun's heart instantly fluttered upon hearing this, and a bad premonition surfaced in his mind. He hastily said:

"That person is hidden in the dark and can attack you and those around you at any time. Aren't you afraid of death?

I can tell you this person's identity and can make a Martial Dao vow to ensure the truthfulness of my words!

As long as you release me, our past grievances will be wiped clean.

You wouldn't be so foolish as to not understand such a profitable deal, would you?!"

"Sorry, I'll find out the information myself; I don't need you to tell me. Your only use now is to serve as nourishment in my Sea of Consciousness!"

After speaking, Jiang Fan activated the Soul Searching Art from the Heavenly Evolution Art.

Immediately, a surge of Mental Energy poured towards Zhang Changchun's Sea of Consciousness.

"You... you kid, are you stupid? Your Mental Energy is far inferior to mine. Aren't you afraid of backlash from using Soul Searching Art?! Ridiculous!"

Zhang Changchun was extremely calm, his tone full of mockery.

The next moment, his face changed drastically, and a painful roar came from his mouth:

"Ah! My head hurts so much! How is this possible? Your Mental Energy is clearly far inferior to mine! How can you successfully search my Soul?!"

Zhang Changchun's voice was filled with terror, and he stared at Jiang Fan in disbelief.

"I think you have senile dementia, don't you? How much Mental Energy do you think you have left? Is it still as abundant as when you first came in?"

Jiang Fan's mocking voice sounded extremely harsh to Zhang Changchun,

"Look at the river under your feet again; thanks to your contribution, it's already almost a lake!"

Jiang Fan had always suspected that Zhang Changchun's appearance was related to the person who used the Black Demon Mist that day.

It was just that before, Zhang Changchun's Mental Energy was too powerful, and Jiang Fan couldn't use Soul Searching on him.

Now, after the Good Fortune Little Tree Sapling's retaliatory extraction of Zhang Changchun's Mental Energy,

with one's strength diminishing and the other's growing, Zhang Changchun's Mental Energy could no longer compare to Jiang Fan's.

At this time, using the Soul Searching Art was much safer.

Jiang Fan didn't have to worry about Zhang Changchun playing any tricks.

Hearing Jiang Fan say this, Zhang Changchun's unease grew stronger.

He looked at the water surface under his feet.

Indeed, what was originally just a large river had expanded considerably, showing signs of becoming a lake.

In the water, countless ethereal residual Souls floated, all of which were Souls that Zhang Changchun had previously devoured but not yet completely assimilated.

"How... how is this possible? How could it be so fast to assimilate Mental Energy into one's own?!"

Zhang Changchun was somewhat hysterical, and then he seemed to remember something.

His eyes were filled with anger, and he glared fiercely at the Good Fortune Little Tree Sapling on the distant island:

"I know, it's all this demonic tree's doing! Ah...!"

The moment Zhang Changchun realized, his consciousness also simultaneously plunged into boundless darkness.

Whoosh!

After a long time, Jiang Fan let out a long breath.

By tracing Zhang Changchun's memories through Soul searching, the whole story was already very clear.

"Xie Chen! You actually dared to lay hands on those around me, so don't blame me for being impolite!"

Jiang Fan's eyes gleamed with coldness. In tomorrow's competition, he would definitely make Xie Chen pay a heavy price.

Inside a single room on the top floor of the student dormitory.

Xie Chen was also making his final preparations for tomorrow's competition.

The scenes of Jiang Fan's and Divine Might Martial God's competition flashed back in his mind, one after another.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead:

"Damn it!

With my current strength, I'm simply no match for Jiang Fan!

Am I just going to be trampled under his feet like this?

Are the tens of millions of points I painstakingly acquired just going to be handed over to someone else?

No! I'm not reconciled!"

Xie Chen made up his mind; he couldn't just admit defeat!

Xie Chen, who had already sacrificed 20 years of his Lifespan,

no longer had the youthful collagen on his face; instead, it was replaced by the distinct sharp features and resolve of an adult.

No! I can't keep sacrificing Lifespan.

Having understood this, Xie Chen silently recited in his heart:

"Sacrifice one-tenth of my Soul!"

Immediately, a large amount of Black Mist once again filled Xie Chen's limbs and bones.

Crack!

As the wall of the acupoint in his chest shattered, Xie Chen's Blood Sea was also successfully opened!

Feeling the power of Qi and blood in his body rapidly surging under the refinement of the Black Mist,

Xie Chen, who had already opened his Qi Sea and Yuan Power acupoints early on, couldn't help but let out a crazed laugh:

"Haha! I have already stepped into the Grandmaster Realm! Jiang Fan, tomorrow is your death anniversary!"

...

In a dimly lit room.

The scene in Xie Chen's room was projected through the thick Black Mist.

A mysterious person in a black robe and hood looked at everything before him, letting out a strange laugh:

"Hehehe! Son of God, you finally couldn't resist sacrificing your Soul, could you? Very good! Soon, Lord Master will be successfully resurrected! I have been waiting for this day for a long time, hehehe!"

"No. 74 and No. 80, hurry over and ensure the safety of the Son of God! If possible, help the Son of God kill that Dragon Kingdom Prodigy!"

The black-robed person commanded.

"Yes! Divine Emissary!"

"As you command! Divine Emissary!"

The two black-clad figures below took their leave.

In the dim room, the hooded black-robed person's murmuring voice echoed:

"When the black sun hangs in the sky, the day of the Divine One's descent!"