Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Pure gold, flowing like lava, blazing like the sun.

That is... the golden eyes of the first generation level!

Chapter 158 Dragon Lord

The terrifying pressure swept across the entire venue like a tsunami. Zhou Qingyang's legs began to tremble uncontrollably and his knees almost collapsed.

The D-class hybrid behind him was in an even worse state. He collapsed to the ground, even breathing became difficult.

He had just secretly used hydration to protect his internal organs and survived.

"This pressure... could he be the Dragon King or the Dragon Lord?"

Zhou Qingyang knelt on the ground, stammering with a trembling voice.

The young man's feet finally landed on the ground. He lifted Lu Mingfei up and checked to see if he had any injuries.

After confirming that Lu Mingfei was only covered in dust, the young man straightened his hair and patted his face, which looked decadent but had a flattering smile on its corners.

Feeling the warmth of Ye Fan's palm, Lu Mingfei finally felt relieved.

He knew very well that with Ye Fan here, he didn't have to worry about anything.

Ye Fan's eyes fell on Zhou Qingyang, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his voice was gentle, but with unquestionable majesty:

"You just asked... am I the Dragon Lord, or the Dragon Master?"

The metal fragments in Ye Fan's hand suddenly shot out, accurately piercing the legs of the D-level hybrid.

The man fell to his knees with a scream, and his trouser legs were instantly soaked with blood.

This guy was also shocked by Ye Fan's arrival, but when he saw that Ye Fan's attention was on his employer, he became interested and wanted to sneak away.

As a result, after taking a few steps, his legs were pierced by Ye Fan.

"Please, please spare me!" The D-class hybrid burst into tears, crawling backwards with his hands on the ground. "I don't know anything. I was just following orders..."

Ye Fan waved his hand and the man flew into the air and landed beside him as if being pulled by an invisible rope.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. This was just like the telekinesis in the movies.

"I'm just missing some experimental material."

Ye Fan whispered to himself, and his left hand drew a silver arc in the air.

The space was torn apart like a curtain, revealing the deep entrance to the Nibelungen.

The half-breed screamed in terror as he was thrown in, and the entrance immediately closed as if nothing had happened.

"What are Dragon Lords and Dragon Masters?"

Ye Fan turned to Zhou Qingyang, his tone as gentle as if he was discussing today's weather.

Zhou Qingyang was trembling all over, cold sweat soaking his back. He knew he had to buy time, but he also knew that in the face of such an absolute disparity in strength, any small move would be suicidal.

"It's...it refers to a powerful pure-blooded dragon..." His voice trembled. "In the words of the secret party...the Dragon King is the next generation, and the Dragon Lord is...the Dragon King..."

"Oh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows with interest. "Is this the standard used by ancient Chinese families to judge? Interesting."

Zhou Qingyang felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. The coldness in the eyes of this seemingly gentle young man made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

Growing up in a family, he knew too well what this kind of look meant - in the other person's eyes, he was probably not even a human being, at most a talking parrot.

That's how he treats ordinary people. If he finds something interesting, he'll tease it for a bit, and then when he gets bored...parrots aren't long-lived creatures anyway.

"Can you tell me about the specific mixed-blood forces in China today?"

Ye Fan continued to ask, tapping lightly with his fingers on the metal fragments suspended in the air.

"In modern China..." Zhou Qingyang swallowed, "The most powerful families are the Zhou and Bai families. The Zhou family is my own... We control the catering, clothing, and tourism industries... We never participate in politics, but we still hold a very high status in China."

"What about the Bai family?"

"The Bai family is a hidden family... I don't know the details..." Zhou Qingyang rested his forehead on the ground, "I'm telling the truth!"

Ye Fan nodded: "So, you are from the Zhou family, the Ninth Young Master of one of the most powerful mixed-blood forces in China, right?"

"Right, right..."

Zhou Qingyang forced a smile that was uglier than crying. "Although I am the Ninth Young Master, I am nothing in front of you. If you are willing to come to the Zhou family as a guest, we will definitely treat you well."

"Our Zhou family is very rich, if you need..."

"If I kill you, will the Zhou family retaliate against me?" Ye Fan suddenly interrupted him, his tone still gentle.

Zhou Qingyang froze. "Of course I will... I am the Ninth Young Master after all... We in the Zhou family still care a lot about our reputation."

"It would be very troublesome if the Zhou family held a grudge against you."

Zhou Qingyang's voice was full of confidence.

His powerful family is his strength. Now he can only hope that the power of his family can make the terrifying guy in front of him let him go.

"Hahahaha, I see."

Ye Fan suddenly laughed out loud. He looked very nice when he laughed. He was quite approachable and casual, like the warm spring sunshine.

But this laughter made Zhou Qingyang feel creepy.

"Lu Mingfei just said your Word Spirit is 'Shrinking the Earth into an Inch'? Space-related Word Spirits are rare. How about... letting me play with it?"

"Play with it?"

Before Zhou Qingyang could react, he suddenly let out a shrill scream.

His right arm twisted and deformed strangely, and it separated from his body out of thin air and floated in front of Ye Fan.

Blood gushed out and Zhou Qingyang fell to the ground, twitching in pain.

Zhou Qingyang looked at Ye Fan in horror with his golden eyes. He thought that the meaning of playing was to let him use the spiritual power of words to show Ye Fan a few times, but who knew that the other party would directly tear off his arm!

This guy is not afraid of my family at all!

This guy is really treating me like a pet!

Zhou Qingyang still remembered the strange feeling of touching the broken arm with his left hand. The whole arm twisted, rotated, and then was torn off.

He is not allowed to resist at all, and he has no right to resist!

Ye Fan turned a deaf ear to the screams and focused on observing the floating arm.

He pulled casually and drew some blood from the broken arm.

Possessing the "Life Creation" of the Alchemy Kingdom, he can even discover some of the essence in the fragments of life's limbs.

His golden eyes glowed slightly, and his mirror pupils were fully activated, carefully analyzing the structure of the dragon blood.

"It's indeed a space-transporting spirit." Ye Fan muttered to himself, "Completely different from the Nibelungen. One opens up space, and the other travels through space... Hmm, interesting..."

"Your words are quite interesting, completely different from those in the West. They're really worth my time to play with, hahaha."

Ye Fan was in a very happy mood. The other party's words gave him some new understanding of the "space development" of the Alchemy Kingdom.

Lu Mingfei's scalp tingled as he watched from the side. He knew that Brother Fan was decisive, but he didn't expect Brother Fan to be so decisive now.

The local customs of America are really nourishing. Where is my elegant brother Fan?

How come after living in the United States for a few months, he acts like a gangster now?

"Fan, Brother Fan..." Lu Mingfei said weakly, "Well... he's almost dying..."

Ye Fan finally came to his senses and glanced at Zhou Qingyang, whose face had turned pale from excessive blood loss: "Ah, sorry, I was too focused."

He waved his hand casually, and Zhou Qingyang's wound stopped bleeding instantly, but the broken arm was still shocking.

"Ninth Young Master, right?" Ye Fan squatted down and looked at the dying Zhou Qingyang. "I'll give you two choices..."

Chapter 159 I’ll give you two choices

He raised a finger and spoke calmly, as if discussing tonight's dinner:

"First, commit suicide and tell me everything you know before you die."

Then, he raised his second finger, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a chilling smile:

"Second, I kill you and then perform a Soul Search on you."

Zhou Qingyang was trembling all over, and the severe pain in his broken arm almost made him faint, but what frightened him even more was Ye Fan's eyes - those were not the eyes of a human at all, but the eyes of some higher-level being looking down at ants.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood foam and said in a hoarse voice: "I...I choose the first one!"

Ye Fan nodded with satisfaction, reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder. A gentle force surged into his body, allowing him to temporarily regain some consciousness.

"Tell me, who was behind this incident? The Zhou family? Or someone else?"

Zhou Qingyang lowered his head, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He said in a trembling voice: "Yes...I want to get rid of that guy, because he knows too much..."

"Oh? What does he know?" Ye Fan asked with interest.

Zhou Qingyang gritted his teeth, as if making a final struggle, but finally whispered: "He...he discovered that I was trafficking women and using mortal organs to implant in Deadpool..."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, "You deserve to die, keep talking."

Zhou Qingyang's breathing became more and more rapid. Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The coordinates have been constructed! This is your only flaw! No matter how strong you are, you still can't stop me!"

He laughed wildly, his body suddenly twisted, the space collapsed around him, and the long-distance "shrinking the earth into an inch" was activated instantly!

"Brother Fan! We can't let him escape!" Lu Mingfei shouted anxiously.

However, Ye Fan just stood there.

Feeling the residual spatial fluctuations in the air, the smile on his lips deepened.

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

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Rockeries, flowing water, and swaying bamboo shadows.

A young man in a Tang suit was lazily lying in a rocking chair, playing with a chess piece as smooth as jade in his hand.

Two maids stood quietly on both sides, one holding a fan and gently waving it, and the other pouring tea with her bare hands.