Tang Fan's face froze and he thought to himself that it was not good.

"Damn it!"

Sure enough, Tang Fan was afraid of whatever he was.

A flash of his eyebrows, and purple light flew out, turning into the ethereal figure of the weapon spirit.

"It's just a piece of refined scrap iron. Even if you have been timbered under the long-term nourishment of the grass and wood elixir, it's still a piece of scrap iron!"

"Just based on you, you dare to call yourself a furnace spirit? You dare to manifest yourself as the Dragon Emperor? Who gave you the courage!"

The spirit of the weapon raised his hand and pointed at the black dragon's soul shadow on the wooden stake, full of domineeringness, and he regarded himself as the Dragon Emperor...

"Yes, I am indeed a piece of scrap iron! But I am a piece of loyal scrap iron. I inherited the Dragon Emperor's medicine and even imitated everything about him from the beginning of my creatures. However, I never thought of replacing it, nor did I betray it..."

"I only know that since I have become a elixir furnace, then I will refine the elixir. In my life, I have swallowed too many medicines and produced too many elixirs, but I have never been proud of it!"

"Because, I know, all this was given to me by the Dragon Emperor!"

"Just like you, if you didn't have the refining of the Dragon Emperor, you would be just a stinky and rotten broken stone..."
Chapter completed!