Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 131 Confrontation with the King

Ruri Kazama often visited Xiaoqie's Japanese-style suite, which is now occupied by Wang Jiang. The screens, porcelain flowers, yukata...all the things that Ruri Kazama loved were removed.

The king knelt on the tatami, with a terrace with an open door behind him. The night sky was covered with dark clouds and a cold wind was blowing, chilling him to the bone.

On both sides of the Japanese-style suite were well-trained members of the Oni Clan, standing with weapons and swords in hand. The air seemed to become oppressive and heavy because of their murderous aura.

Xia Mo stood at the door. Between her and Wang Jiang was a long, low table filled with sumptuous Japanese sashimi dishes. The sashimi platter was brightly colored on the white plates.

The king will invite Xia Mo to have a feast with him and share the flesh and blood of life.

"Are you the King General?"

Faced with Xia Mo's rude questioning like a little kid, the supreme being did not get angry. Instead, he spoke gently, though his voice was hoarse and old.

"Yes, I am General Wang, an old man who is about to die."

Then he gestured to Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli to sit down.

The king will be provided with two positions, one to his left and one opposite to him.

Xia Mo took a step forward and chose a position facing Wang Jiang directly. Seeing this, Fengjian Liuli walked around Xia Mo and sat beside Wang Jiang.

"Welcome to the Paradise Pavilion." As the host, General Wang picked up a cup of sake, raised his glass to Xia Mo, and declared his sovereignty.

Xia Mo thought about it and, in order to cooperate with Wang Jiang's performance, she picked up the small Gu on the table and dealt with it through the air.

Feng Jianli had his eyes closed from beginning to end, as if he was dozing off. His cherry red scabbard was placed on the tatami.

Wang Jiang was wearing a Noh mask. Xia Mo curiously watched him drinking. Wang Jiang raised his head and brushed his face. The next second, the clear liquid in the wine jar in his hand disappeared.

What kind of trick is this? Xia Mo thought.

She carefully examined the general's face. Feng Jian Liuli said that the general's smiling face looked like skin and flesh were stitched together, but under the light, no trace of stitches could be seen.

In ancient Japan, nobles used to blacken their teeth to show their nobility. However, the faces of Noh masks are extremely exaggerated. They are made to imitate the images of ghosts and gods, with green faces and fangs like yakshas.

The king was wearing an exquisite black haori, with a hunched back, and a head of miserable long black hair hanging down on both sides of the mask. With his pale porcelain face and fang-like black teeth, he did not look kind at all, and his red lips were wiped with blood.

"I heard from Fengjian Liuli that you wanted to see me?" Xia Mo asked.

"That's right. I want to invite you to join the ghost group. You have a powerful bloodline and are suitable to be the leader of the new world." General Wang did not hide anything and extended an olive branch to Xia Mo.

"Then if I join the Ghost Clan, what position will you give me?" Xia Mo asked with interest. She glanced at Fengjian Liuli, and her meaning was very clear. The Ghost Clan already had a Dragon King, and there was only one Dragon King in Japanese Shogi.

"Speak freely," said the general.

"How's your position?" Xia Mo said with a smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The members of the Ghost Clan subconsciously reached for the pistols at their waists and pointed them at Xia Mo, but they did not dare to do so without General Wang's order.

The king smiled softly, the ink-colored feather robe of the same color was purer than the dark color of Xia Mo's body. As he stood up, it was as if the abyss was rolling. He opened his hands and spoke in the language of an actor.

"The ancient god is sleeping in the deep abyss of the sea. He is a great and immortal being. Sooner or later, he will open his eyes again to examine this world and see if it is worthy of his rule again and create a brand new world."

"You and I carry His blood, and we are His descendants. In the distant past, before God fell asleep in the form of death, He promised us eternal power and enjoyment in this world," Wang Jiang said solemnly, stretching his palm upwards towards Xia Mo, taking light steps as if to hold her hand. "By then, we will be one and the same. Does it matter who is Wang Jiang?"

"Important, very important." "There are also different classes in the dragon world. You, a group of dangerous half-bloods, don't think that the dragon clan is a harmonious society, do you?" Xia Mo sneered.

"No, no," the king shook his head, "We are indeed inseparable, we are one. I have always followed the laws of the dragon clan."

"This world is a cannibalistic world. If you don't eat him, he will eat you." Wang Jiang spread his theory, "This is the law of the dragon clan."

"So, what you call indistinguishable from each other, actually all went into your stomach and became your nutrients. Do you also regard me as your food?" Xia Mo asked back with her head tilted.

"How could I eat you?" General Wang chuckled, and the sound he made was like he was licking his teeth, speaking in a sanctimonious and hypocritical manner.

"You and Liuli's bloodline is far superior to mine. According to the laws of the dragon race, you should eat me and suck my bones to become a stronger dragon."

"Forget it, you smell really bad." Xia Mo said seriously. Suddenly, she did not hide her disgust and said coldly, "Bastard!"

In an instant, the wind turned upside down, the chopping board broke into pieces, the members of the fierce ghost group felt dizzy and dazed, and they felt a piercing chill on their skin, and the clear roar of a dragon echoed.

Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli attacked at the same time, their speed increased to the extreme in an instant, the black scabbard and cherry red scabbard were unsheathed, and cold light burst out.

The two super hybrids will attack with the force of thunder to wipe out the king general. Even a pure-blooded dragon will not be able to react.

The wind died down and the tide receded, and the people present finally saw the current situation clearly.

Xia Mo stepped on the broken table and chopped off the general's head with the knife in one hand. Fengjian Liuli's scarlet robe rustled as the crimson sword stabbed into the general's heart.

General Wang made a claw shape with one hand and actually grasped the sword in an instant. His bones were unexpectedly hard. The silver sword drank blood, but it could not cut through General Wang's metacarpal bones, and it forcibly blocked Xia Mo's fatal blow.

On the other side, General Wang pushed forward with his other palm, just in time to block Fengjian Liuli's stab, and the tip of the knife penetrated into his flesh.

The decadent old man now exudes an aura like a mountain fire, his black feather robe billows like the wind and clouds in the night sky, his muscles bulge beneath the silk, he stands with his legs apart, his burly figure appears hunched over on purpose.

The king's golden eyes were blazing, without any sign of dying. He glanced at Fengjian Liuli, and the devil's appearance evoked the latter's psychological shadow. He then stared at Xia Mo, the girl who attacked him without any moral principles. The smiling face of the official suddenly turned into the wrath of Asura!
"What a pity for this table of food," General Wang sighed. He said, "Young people are just impatient."

"You don't have the final say on my age!" Xia Mo said coldly, and the sound of thousands of bones in her body making chaotic movements came out. She shouted at the hesitant Fengjian Liuli, "What are you waiting for!"

Fengjian Liuli suddenly came to his senses and also entered the dragon bone state. The abundant power aroused his hatred. He put away the sword, spun it, and swung it in a circle, trying to cut the king in half.

Xia Mo's strength increased further in the dragon bone state. In ancient times, lifting the city gate with one hand was like a piece of cake. She changed to holding the sword tightly with both hands, increasing her strength, forcing General Wang to stand in place and hold it tightly with her palms, otherwise the blade would cut off his neck in the next moment.

Facing a situation where he was sure to die, General Wang calmed down and used the palm that had initially intercepted Fengjian Liuli to punch out, actually breaking the blade of the horizontal sword. At the same time, he pushed off the ground with his heels and retreated backwards. The blade of Fengjian Liuli only cut a bloody line on General Wang's lower abdomen.

Whether it was Xia Mo's sword fight, Fengjian Liuli's circular cut, or Wang Jiang's response, these happened in a flash, and between the breaths of the outer ghost members, the three super hybrids completed the second round of fighting.

The king retreated to the terrace. Dark clouds rolled in and a heavy rain began to fall. The strong wind blew his feather robe into a mess, and the slanting raindrops wet his body, outlining his strong and muscular body. Even Barus, the current president of the Lionheart Society, would feel inferior when he saw him. How could he be called an old man?

The king drew out the ancient famous sword hidden in the secret box on the terrace, and stood in the rain, looking as arrogant as a demon from hell.

Xia Mo's beautiful face revealed a passionate fighting spirit. Her broken sword was pointing towards the ground, and the broken blade marks were dripping with the blood of the king.

She and Fengjian Liuli looked at each other, and the third round began again. This group of crazy people had no intention of retreating.

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(End of this chapter)