Clang!
An invisible force of the soul spread around, and Dai Zong's split soul body instantly turned to powder.
"Whoosh~"
A golden flying dragon soared into the sky, returning to the heavens.
But the black dragon, clutching the decree, fiercely pounced towards Zhao Xing.
When persuasion fails, force is used; this was an attempt to forcibly enfeoff Zhao Xing, turning him into a vassal of Prince Liang.
If successful, he would be tied to Prince Liang's war chariot, with no easy way to get off.
Even if he leaves, there would be a stain.
Forget about becoming the Grand Minister of Agriculture, even being a third-rank official would be unlikely.
For a moment, the Soul Suppressing Bell on Zhao Xing's body rang.
The imperial decree held by the black dragon was as if stuck in a quagmire, unable to approach Zhao Xing.
"Hmph, the power of a split soul body dares to enfeoff me?"
"Break!"
Without Dai Zong's support, the Black Dragon Decree was merely an ordinary soul attack method.
