Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Chapter 29 Return to Flowing Cloud City!

Violet Academy.

Inside the library.

Ron, lying on the ground, had a complete mental blank.

Avril Lavigne?

Is this dragon here to find Avril?

How is that possible!

Isn't she the daughter of a minor nobleman?

How could she possibly know such a powerful figure who could control sacred beasts?

Avril, standing by the window, also looked dazed.

She stared blankly at the figure in the sky.

Although they are quite far apart.

Although the other person's temperament has undergone a complete transformation.

But that face—

That feeling of being connected by blood —

Avril's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"elder brother!!!"

Avril flung open the window, ignoring the biting wind outside, and shouted with all her might.

Her voice was trembling with tears, yet also filled with boundless joy.

midair.

Raven heard that familiar call.

A gentle smile finally appeared on his icy face.

"Xiaobai, get down."

The frost dragon gave a soft, obedient groan and folded its wings.

Its massive body landed as lightly as a falling leaf on the lawn in front of the library.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly.

Raven leaped off the dragon's head and landed steadily.

He ignored the teachers and students around him and walked straight towards the girl who had just rushed out of the library.

"Avril, it's been a long time."

Raven reached out and ruffled his sister's hair, just like when they were little.

Avril could no longer hold back and buried her face in Raven's arms, tears streaming down her face.

"You finally decided to come back!"

"Five years! Where have you been?!"

"My parents are so worried!"

Raven let his sister pound his chest without getting angry, and just smiled to comfort her.

"I'm back now, aren't I?"

"And I also brought you a little gift."

talking.

Raven's gaze swept around.

The students who were originally watching the play in the library were now hunched over, wishing they could become invisible.

Especially Ron, who was just pestering Avril.

He was slumped on the steps, his crotch soaked and emitting a foul odor of urine.

Raven narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just now in the sky, his mental power had already covered the entire academy.

He could "see" everything that happened in the library.

"It's that kid again?"

Raven pointed at Ron, his tone so flat that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

He recalled that he had warned the other party five years ago.

This good-for-nothing actually dares to pester Avril?

"Just an annoying fly."

Avril lifted her head from her brother's arms.

She wiped away her tears, glanced at the disheveled Ron, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

"Then let him disappear?"

Raven said it casually, as if he were talking about stepping on an ant.

As a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the Saint Realm, he was qualified to say such things.

Upon hearing this...

Ron rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.

"Forget it, just kill his dirty hands."

"This kind of person isn't worth my brother's time."

Avril shook her head.

Although she looked down on Ron, she never considered killing him.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Raven shrugged.

Since Avril said so, he naturally wouldn't object.

"I am Avril's brother, Raven Bartley."

"I'm taking her home today, is that alright?"

Then.

Raven turned his head and looked at the few trembling college leaders not far away.

"no problem!"

"Absolutely no problem!"

"Lord Raven's sister can come home whenever she wants!"

"It's okay if you don't want to go to class!"

"We'll have your graduation certificate ready and send it to you right away!"

The dean rushed over, shaking his head like a rattle-drum.

What a joke.

Explaining school rules to a Saint-level expert?

Do you want to die?

"Let's go home."

Raven nodded in satisfaction.

He put his arm around Avril's shoulder, and with a light leap, jumped onto the dragon's broad back.

"roar!"

Little White let out a joyful roar, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky once more.

Until the dragon's figure completely disappeared into the clouds.

The people at Violet Academy seemed to have come back to life.

They collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath of fresh air.

too frightening.

Is that the power of a Saint-level expert?

Followed by.

The entire college was in an uproar.

"Oh my god!"

"Avril's brother is actually a Saint-level expert!"

"The Barrett family is about to take off!"

"Who would dare mess with Avril Lavigne now?"

"That idiot Ron has really messed up this time—no, he's kicked a meteorite!"

Liuyun City.

Bartlett Residence.

In the back garden.

Doug Bartley was holding a whetstone, carefully sharpening the greatsword that had been with him for most of his life.

-

As a level nine warrior.

Doug is nearly sixty years old.

But he showed no signs of aging; his muscles remained strong and powerful, and his eyes were sharp.

Not far away.

Jenny sat in the wicker chair, holding a letter that Avril had sent back last week.

"Doug."

"Avril said she has broken through to the late stage of level five."

"This child inherited my talent."

Jenny put down the letter, a relieved smile on her face.

"That's right, don't you even know whose child he is?"

"But what's the use of just having magical talent?"

"In this world, you still have to rely on your fists."

"If only Raven were still here—"

Doug snorted without looking up.

Mentioning Raven.

The atmosphere in the garden suddenly fell silent.

"Sigh~"

"I wonder where that child is now."

"The Monster Mountain Range is so dangerous, yet he dared to run in alone when he was only sixteen years old—"

"It's been five years, and there's still no news."

"Do you think—could he already—"

Jenny's smile faded, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

"Shut up!"

Doug abruptly stopped what he was doing and slammed the greatsword back into the ground.

"That kid's got a really tough life!"

"He's definitely training somewhere, waiting to make a name for himself and surprise us."

Although that's what they say.

But Doug's hand, gripping the sword hilt, turned slightly white from excessive force.

Knowing son Moruo father.

Places like the Monster Mountains are places where you're almost guaranteed to die.

Even a level nine warrior wouldn't dare say they could escape unscathed.

Moreover, Raven was only an eighth-level warrior back then.

Just as the elderly couple were lost in thought.

"Boom—"

'

A muffled thunderous sound suddenly came from the sky.

The ground of the entire Flowing Cloud City was trembling slightly.

Doug suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly sharp.

"Such a powerful aura!"

As a level nine warrior, his perception of danger far surpasses that of ordinary people.

This aura—

He was more terrifying than any powerful person he had ever met in his life!

Even————

Even the Imperial Marshal of that time, that Saint-level powerhouse, didn't seem to have this kind of oppressive feeling!

"Enemy attack?!"

Doug grabbed the heavy sword.

His fighting spirit suddenly erupted, shattering the surrounding fallen leaves.

"Jenny!"

"Get inside! Hide in the cellar!"

"No matter what happens, don't come out!"

Jenny was startled by this sudden turn of events.

But she was a woman who had weathered many storms, and she immediately grabbed her staff, ready to step forward and help her husband.

Just then.

A huge black shadow then enveloped the entire Bartley mansion.

The air was bitterly cold.

The flowers in the garden withered and froze instantly.

A ferocious and terrifying frost dragon hovered less than a hundred meters above their heads!

Doug's heart sank instantly.

Holy Land Monsters!

Frost Dragon!

How could a dragon-type magical beast of this level come to a small place like Liuyun City?

There's no way to fight this!

But Doug gritted his teeth and stood in front of Jenny, his fighting spirit burning to its limit.

Even if it means death.

We'll knock one of that beast's teeth out too!

Sudden.

A familiar voice came from the back of the dragon, tinged with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

"Father."

"What are you trying to do?"