Luo Bo seemed oblivious to Chen Feng’s expression, excitedly continuing, “Once the Dragon God returns, the Dragon Clan will only grow stronger! Then, those who once mocked us will witness the resurgence of China once more!”

“China?” Chen Feng interrupted Luo Bo’s excited reverie, urgently asking.

“Yes,” Luo Bo replied, “'China' is what we Dragons call it. On the continent, many also refer to China as the Dragon Domain! That imposing name was bestowed by the Dragon God himself—China, the central nation! Was what I said incorrect?”

“……” Chen Feng hadn't expected that Senior Yan Long not only harbored the dream of planting flags across the myriad realms but had actually achieved it. It seemed he had unified the Dragon Clan through fierce struggle and renamed the Dragon Domain to China... Senior Yan Long was truly insane!

No wonder Austin and Rodriguez had said he came from China; he had assumed they knew about his transmigration. In reality, they had only suspected he hailed from the Dragon Domain!

Realizing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a stirring of curiosity about the Dragon Domain. Since Yan Long called the place China, had he already altered its environment? However, now was certainly not the time to visit the Dragon Domain. If he arrived there, he would undoubtedly be revered as a deity by the dragons. The Dragon Clan excelled at magic, whereas he practiced the techniques of the KOF masters—they were incomparable! Going to the Dragon Domain now would surely invite endless trouble; it was better to stay away.

“It’s nothing!” Chen Feng shook his head, stepped in front of Xiao Hu, and lifted his body with one hand.

Xiao Hu’s body was already cold and stiff, causing another surge of grief in Chen Feng’s heart. “You carry…” He shook his head again. Now that Luo Bo knew his life was ending—the Dragon Blood Secret Art, once cast, guaranteed the caster’s death within two hours—and Xiao Hu, with his monstrous constitution, was fragile (in Luo Bo’s eyes, the Iron-Backed Silver Tiger was indeed frail), he possessed… Thus, with his right hand, he wiped down and retrieved the shovel from the water canteen.

If he used his full strength, perhaps this heavy shovel could smash open the gate!

Who knew that the moment the shovel entered his grasp, Chen Feng experienced a strange sensation: “This is…”

When Yan Long first gave him this shovel, he had mentioned that it was forged by him and contained his soul imprint. Although the imprint had been erased, Chen Feng should still be able to subdue it and wield it effortlessly. Yet, as he picked it up now, he felt an uncanny sense of familiarity!

Had he already subdued it?

Chen Feng’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an unprecedented tension flooded his mind.

“Transform!” Chen Feng’s consciousness slowly seeped into the shovel’s core; his mind became utterly clear as he envisioned an object.

The originally heavy shovel instantly softened like mud, gradually reshaping under the control of Chen Feng’s will.

It became a gauntlet.

However, it was massive, looking no different from a professional boxer’s glove in appearance.

Being able to transform it proved that he had completely subdued the shovel.

Suppressing the intense ecstasy in his heart, Chen Feng began to ponder why the shovel had been subdued without his knowledge. He had to thoroughly consider anything he didn't understand to gauge its implications—that was the defining characteristic of Chen Feng’s personality.

Was it the blood?

Recalling everything from moments ago, Chen Feng finally remembered that his chest had been pierced during the battle, and blood had dripped onto the shovel. The shovel had not activated its bloodthirsty function then!

So that was it. Chen Feng finally understood. When he first obtained the shovel, his bloodline had not yet evolved. Now that he had evolved into the Yan Long bloodline, a weapon forged by Yan Long himself would naturally not reject his blood!

“Hoo!” He let out a long breath, controlling the shovel to transform slowly. In an instant, it became a greatsword.

The ability to transform solved the persistent problem of constantly carrying a large shovel. For the sake of concealing his power in the future and improving his cultivation, he could simply change the shovel into armor or other items, preventing such an odd appearance.

Having calmed his excitement, he turned and saw Luo Bo staring blankly at the greatsword in his hand.

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