Sure, here is the translation:
"You... What are you going to do?" Sword Bone's voice trembled slightly.
"Nothing much, just need you to do me a little favor." Mo Hua said with a smile.
Sword Bone looked at the kind and gentle smile of Mo Hua, and for some reason, a chill surged from the depths of his heart.
Then Mo Hua did not wait for Sword Bone to refuse—of course, he had no room to refuse—and began to take out pen and ink, dipping it in Spiritual Ink, and began to draw a Divine Lock Array on the White Bone Evil Sword.
The first stroke fell.
The aura of the Demon sword dimmed a little.
Suddenly, Sword Bone, residing in the broken sword, felt the pressure multiply.
It was as if someone used a heavy chain to firmly lock its Blood Pool.
Sword Bone was aghast.
"Little ancestor, please don't..."
But Mo Hua ignored this, continuing to draw stroke by stroke.
Each stroke seemed like a heavy chain, placed upon the Bone Sword.
Sword Bone felt increasingly suffocated.
