Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Chapter 27 The Saint-level expert who was struck down!

The Magnolia Empire.

Blackrock City.

This is a major military stronghold of the Yulan Empire.

The black rocks gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Inside the city.

In a quiet manor.

An elderly man dressed in a blue robe was sitting cross-legged in the garden with his eyes closed, a sheathed longsword lying across his knees.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The old man's breathing seemed to blend into the wind, almost imperceptible.

Sudden.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes.

Two beams of light shot out like sharp swords, and the old man's originally cloudy eyes instantly became incredibly sharp.

"What a terrifying aura!"

The old man suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on the sky to the northwest.

There.

An undisguised, immense pressure was rolling in, so oppressive that even the air itself became viscous.

"A sacred beast?!"

The old man's expression changed drastically.

This level of pressure is definitely at the Saint Realm level!

"Could it be that monsters from the Monster Mountain Range have escaped?"

The old man dared not be negligent.

Blackrock City is a large city with a population of one million.

If a Saint-level demonic beast were to rush in and go berserk, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, and its clear, resonant sound echoed throughout the manor.

The old man touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body transformed into a blue hurricane, instantly soaring thousands of meters into the sky.

He is Karl, the guardian of Blackrock City and a Saint-level expert, the Wind Shadow Sword Saint.

Karl hovered in mid-air, his battle qi surging wildly within him, watching warily as the silver streak of light rapidly approached.

Nearly.

closer.

It was a colossal creature over a hundred meters long!

"A frost dragon?!"

soon.

Karl's pupils contracted sharply, and his grip on the sword tightened involuntarily.

Dragons!

The overlord of Warcraft!

Among those of the same rank, dragons often possess combat power that can overwhelm human powerhouses.

Not to mention, this frost dragon has a powerful aura and is clearly not a friendly opponent.

"etc----"

Just as Karl was preparing to fight to the death, he suddenly froze.

On the broad back of that dragon, it seems—a person is sitting?

Carl blinked, wondering if he was seeing things.

But he was, after all, a Saint-level expert with astonishing eyesight.

The dark figure sitting cross-legged on the dragon's back was definitely a human!

Moreover, judging from its posture, it was very relaxed, not at all like prey that had been captured.

It's more like... a dragon rider?

The thought popped into my head.

Karl began to think frantically in his mind.

Which Saint-level expert subdued a Saint-level Frost Dragon?

the other side.

Little White has already flown close.

"Boss."

"There's an old man blocking the way, should we run him over?"

Xiaobai's voice echoed in Raven's mind.

It had already spotted the little guy blocking its way.

He was naturally annoyed that the other party dared to stop him.

"Don't cause trouble."

Raven slowly opened his eyes.

He patted Xiaobai's neck, signaling it to stop.

The enormous dragon wings stopped flapping and hovered steadily about a hundred meters away from Karl.

The strong winds gradually subsided.

The man and the dragon faced off across the distance.

Carl felt his throat go dry.

We're closer now.

That sense of oppression increased exponentially.

"cough----"

"I am Karl, the Guardian of Blackrock City. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Karl forced himself to calm down, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and spoke with a hint of probing and deference.

He adopted a very humble attitude.

no way.

Might makes right.

Someone who can ride a dragon from the Holy Domain is really no match for him, this old man.

"The first tier of the Holy Realm?"

Raven saw through the other party's true nature at a glance.

He didn't know if Karl had already grasped the profound mysteries of the laws.

However, he could see that Karl's fighting spirit level was only at the late stage of the Saint Realm.

"Just passing by."

"go home."

Raven's voice was flat, exuding a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Raven didn't care about a sanctuary like Karl.

but.

Carl didn't offend Raven either.

Raven had no reason to make things difficult for the other party.

"go home?"

Karl was taken aback.

The powerful figure who subdued the frost dragon was actually from the Yulan Empire.

"May I ask where your hometown is?"

"I want to let you know so that there won't be any misunderstandings."

Then.

Karl asked cautiously.

He racked his brains, trying to figure out who the other person was.

pity.

The young man in front of me looks far too young.

Although Saint-level experts can remain ageless, their aura—

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like an ancient relic that has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

"Flowing Cloud City, the Bartley family."

Raven didn't try to hide anything and casually uttered a few words.

The voice just fell.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Only the howling winds high in the sky could be heard.

Carl's expression froze.

He rubbed his ears, wondering if he had misheard.

Which family?

"Bartley".

Raven frowned slightly. Was the old man hard of hearing?

Carl's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

The Bartley family?

Of course he knows!

The Bartley family is an old noble family in the Magnolia Empire.

Although it did decline for a period of time in between.

But more than ten years ago.

Through his military achievements, Doug Bartley restored his family to the ranks of the nobility.

But the problem is—

Doug Bartley, the head of the family, is only a level nine warrior, right?

How could such an ordinary family have a Saint-level expert?

Could it be that the Bartley family's ancestor from hundreds of years ago has come back to life?

"Forgive my poor eyesight—"

"Your Excellency and Doug Bartley are—"

A moment later.

Carl swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Raven's excessively youthful face.

"He is my father."

Raven spoke calmly.

Boom!

It was as if a bolt from the blue had struck Karl squarely on the top of his head.

He was completely stunned.

Father?

Is Doug your dad?

What a joke!

How old is Doug this year?

He's not even sixty years old!

How old can his son be?

At most, he's in his thirties!

A Saint-level expert in his twenties or thirties?

And we also need to add a sacred magical beast as a mount?

Karl felt as if his worldview had collapsed at that moment, shattered into pieces that could not be pieced back together.

He cultivated for over three hundred years, his hair turning white from years of hard work, before finally managing to reach the Saint Realm.

And now.

A kid in his twenties or thirties was stronger than him, and the monster he rode was more powerful.

Has he wasted the last few hundred years of his life?

"How old are you this year?"

Karl's voice was trembling, and he even used honorifics.

"Twenty-one."

"Have you finished asking?"

"I still have a long way to go!"

Raven was getting impatient.

Because the water and fire elemental monsters in the Monster Mountain Range ran away.

There was no point in Raven staying in the Monster Mountain Range.

therefore.

Raven then prepared to go home and visit.

But he didn't expect that.

I never imagined that my journey home would be so difficult.

Including Karl in front of us.

This was the second time Raven had been stopped.

In other words, Raven didn't want to cause trouble.

Otherwise, he would have slapped the other person away long ago.

Twenty-one

"A Saint-level expert at the age of twenty-one?"

Hearing Raven's reply.

Karl felt a tightness in his chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What the hell is this monster?!

Even if you started cultivating in the womb, it wouldn't be this fast!

If someone else had said that...

Carl would definitely slap him across the face and teach him a lesson.

But the person in front of me—

The frost dragon was baring its teeth at him.

There's also the overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from Raven.

Carl knew very well what was going on.

They weren't lying.

There's no need for them to lie to him.

"I've finished asking all the questions."

Karl, looking dejected, stepped aside to make way.

His once straight spine seemed to bend in that instant, making him look decades older.

That's so discouraging.

That's really a blow.

How did the world become so crazy?

"Walk.

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