Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Unless... he is the real... king..."

Before he finished speaking——

"Pfft!"

His chest exploded, and nine dragon souls broke out of his body, circling and roaring in the air, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the densely packed alchemical matrix on the wall.

The old prince lay on the jade couch, his skin as dry as bark, but his eyes still flashed with madness.

"The nine dragons... ultimately failed to unite..." He chuckled hoarsely, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. "But it doesn't matter... they will eventually become one... in front of the new king..."

The Taoist priest kneeling in front of the couch raised his head tremblingly: "Your Highness, who is the new king?"

Li Yuanyu's pupils dilated slightly, as if he had penetrated time and space and saw a figure from a thousand years later.

"The Dragon Pill...will choose its own master..." he murmured, "It will appear before the new king...become his aid...and the Blood Drink...will become his sword to defeat the old king..."

Before he could finish his words, a large amount of black blood suddenly gushed out of the prince's throat. His body began to disintegrate, and his skin peeled off inch by inch, revealing the blue-black scales underneath.

"Your Highness?!" The Taoist retreated in horror.

"Heh...it turns out...I can't escape either..." Li Yuanyu's last words were drowned out by the crisp sound of broken bones.

His body was completely twisted, turning into a half-dragon, half-human monster. Finally, under the suppression of the alchemical matrix, he turned into a mummy.

The Nine Dragon Sons were secretly sealed away, awaiting their fate a thousand years later.

After telling the story, the old man turned and looked at the children behind him.

"This is the origin of the Nine Dragons, and also the taboo of the Nine Dragons."

"The moment you swallowed it, you were greeted by a stranger. But if the village can sustain our lives, it's nothing."

The old man said sadly, an apology showing in his golden eyes.

"What are you talking about, Second Grandpa? The village gave birth to us and raised us. I am very happy to give my life for it."

Ali smiled brightly.

The moment he was transformed by Jiulongzi, he could already feel his body gradually being affected by the dragon soul.

But so what?

As long as they can survive this invasion of the secret party, Kowloon Walled City will surely reach the pinnacle of the Chinese mixed-race stage with a new attitude!

It is a warrior's pride to be able to sacrifice his life for his village.

"Okay, okay, you are all good kids!"

The old man suddenly turned to the display stand and used his bronze left hand to lift a piece of black silk cloth, revealing a rectangular wooden box underneath.

The box is completely black, with patterns of the sun, moon and stars painted in gold on the surface.

"This, my children, is our greatest achievement."

The shopkeeper's right hand gently brushed across the wooden box, and ice crystals bloomed at the point of contact. "The sword of Xia Dynasty monarch Si Jin—the eight-sided Han sword 'Blood Drinker'."

The moment the wooden box was opened, even Ye Fan felt a palpitation in his heart.

A three-foot-long green sword lay quietly in the box. The sword body was a perfect octagonal shape, and each side was engraved with ancient Kuilong patterns.

A dark red gem was inlaid on the sword hilt, and now it was pulsating and glowing as the shopkeeper approached, like the heart of a living thing.

"In 1800 BC, Si Ni, the fourteenth emperor of the Xia Dynasty, ordered three hundred alchemists to forge this sword to suppress a rebellion among the princes."

The shopkeeper touched the sword lightly with his ice-crystal-covered fingertips, and was immediately cut open, but the blood was absorbed by the blade.

"It can strip the dragon blood from the bodies of hybrids and even pure-blooded dragons, condensing it into blood essence."

As if to demonstrate, the shopkeeper suddenly swung his sword across his left arm.

The sword hummed, and a wisp of golden-red mist was drawn out from the wound, condensing into a blood bead the size of a grain of rice at the tip of the sword.

Chapter 22 Blood Essence

"Swallowing blood essence can purify one's own dragon blood."

The shopkeeper flicked the blood essence into his mouth, and the scales on his body immediately became denser.

"It was with this that Si Ni maintained his tyranny for forty years until he was destroyed by Shang Tang."

"It was originally damaged during the battle with Shang Tang. Prince Li later repaired this alchemical device by smelting the weapons that had slain the nine generations of warriors."

"After being repaired, this weapon embodies humanity's purest murderous intent against dragons! It's even more powerful than before!

Next, I will use this sword to lead you to eradicate the secret party and lead Kowloon Walled City to new heights!"

The old man laughed.

At this moment, the warehouse door suddenly exploded!

"You think you can overthrow the secret party with just this sword and nine alchemical instruments? You're just dreaming!"

Two men in black combat fatigues broke in. The one on the left was a blond, blue-eyed European man, holding a modified Uzi submachine gun.

The one on the right has an Asian face and six throwing knives on his waist.

They all wore the emblem of the Half-Decadent World Tree on their chests - the Secret Party Executive Department.

"China Branch Special Operations Team!"

The blond man shouted in accented Chinese, "Drop your weapons and surrender!"

Ye Fan recognized their badges—obviously they were commissioners from the secret party’s executive department.

Smith's spiritual power is "Fire", which can produce blinding light; Chen Mo has "Sword Control", which can control metal weapons for long-range attacks.

The old man laughed harshly, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand shone with blood:

"Just in time! My sword is thirsty for fresh blood!"

"Let's start eradicating the secret party from you!"

Smith activated his Word Spirit without hesitation. A blinding white light erupted from his palm, instantly filling the entire warehouse.

Ordinary people would be permanently blinded by this light, but this light is nothing to Ye Fan.

In his field of vision, he could clearly see Chen Mo throwing out six flying knives at the same time.

Each blade has a mercury sheen and is designed to break through dragon defenses.

"A trifle."

The old man's voice came from the bright light. His bronze left arm suddenly expanded, protecting his head and face like a shield.

The flying knives hit the bronze skin, making a sound of metal clashing, and were all bounced away.

What’s even more terrifying is that when the old man waved his right arm, the water vapor in the air condensed into hundreds of ice needles.

"Water Kingdom: Thousand Cherry Blossoms!"

Ice needles rained down on the two commissioners.

Smith rolled to avoid the attack, but was still pierced through the thigh by more than a dozen ice needles.

Chen Mo used "Sword Control" to control the flying knives to form a defense network, but saw the old man suddenly disappear on the spot.

No, it's too fast!

The explosive force brought by the bronze throne allowed the old man to break through the sound barrier in an instant and appear behind Chen Mo.

"careful!"

Smith yelled, but it was too late.

The eight-sided Han sword pierced Chen Mo's back and came out from his chest.

The Kuilong pattern on the sword body lit up with a strange red light, and Chen Mo's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the blood was drawn to the tip of the sword and condensed into a blood essence the size of a cherry.

"Do not!!"

Smith fired wildly, but the bullets only left shallow dents on the shopkeeper's bronze skin.

The old man slowly drew his sword and licked the blood essence from it. "It tastes good. A-grade bloodline."

He really enjoyed this feeling. The improvement of his bloodline could prevent the erosion of Longzi.

Although it is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.

But it feels like scratching a mosquito bite with your finger.

Although we all know that it is just to relieve the itch temporarily, we still can't help but scratch it and can't control our hands.

The old man is in this state now. He urgently wants to swallow more blood essence to stop the two dragon souls from tearing his soul apart.

He turned to Smith. "Your turn."

Smith gritted his teeth and launched the second "Fire" and took out an alchemical grenade at the same time.

A bright light burst out, bright enough to make everyone close their eyes.

But the shopkeeper's icy right arm suddenly stretched out and wrapped around his wrist like a whip.

"Crack!"

Amid the sound of bones breaking, the shopkeeper dragged Smith in front of him and accurately pierced his heart with the eight-sided Han sword.

Smith convulsed violently, his pupils dilated, and the process of blood being drained from his body turned his skin a terrifying grayish-white.

When the old man drew his sword, two blood essences trembled on the tip of the sword. In front of all his descendants, he swallowed the blood essences one by one.

"ah......"

The old man raised his head and let out a long dragon roar, and the scales on his body rustled.

There were even two small bone bumps protruding from the temples - a sign that the dragon horns were about to break out of the body.

His bloodline is constantly improving, even exceeding the limit of his physical body's endurance.

The reason why he hasn't completely degenerated into Deadpool yet is simply because he hasn't swallowed it long enough.

But it was only a matter of time before he became Deadpool.