Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Power... This is power above S-level!"

The old man laughed wildly, his voice mixed with the hoarseness of metallic friction.

His body continued to change, and the muscles under his scales squirmed as if something was about to break out of his body.

He had begun to transform into something entirely new, from a human to a dragon.

But his will could not bear it.

He couldn't transform into a dragon, he could only become that half-dead creature.

But so what?

Half-breeds are like this, as long as they can become stronger, they will be like moths to a flame, regardless of life or death, and will continue to move forward regardless of everything.

This is also the reason why the Blood Burst technology was shelved, although it is still privately kept by major families.

But at least it must not be circulated on the market, because all the half-breeds will feel the boiling dragon blood once they taste it.

Once they have tasted the pleasure of their bloodline constantly improving and their strength growing stronger, they will continue to move forward uncontrollably.

Even if they will become Deadpool, even if what awaits them is the bottomless abyss.

They will still be driven forward by greed, which is the greed of human nature and also the greed of dragons.

"Hahaha, are A-rank hybrids so fragile?"

The old man laughed loudly. He breathed in the air freely and felt the dragon blood surging in his body.

This feeling was truly amazing. Previously, he could only fight the two of them to a draw at best.

But now he can easily kill two people.

"I am already a true S-class hybrid, and in some aspects I am even better than an S-class."

"The next era is ours. Tomb robbing is ultimately a minor endeavor. This time, we've found an imperial tomb, and one with such alchemical offerings. It's a great honor."

"Now it's time for us to do the right thing, whether it's forming a real terrorist group or engaging in other military activities. We are qualified to stand at the top!"

The old man laughed heartily, as if he had already seen the bright future.

Kowloon Walled City stands at the pinnacle of the Chinese mixed-race society with a bright future.

He is an S-class hybrid!

Chapter 23 Massacre

And how many S-level hybrids are there in the world now?

There was only Ange.

That's right, there is only one true S-class hybrid, at least on the surface.

And now he has become the second one. In the world of mixed-bloods, bloodline is respected.

As long as he is willing, all mixed-blood families will accept him as a son-in-law and worship him as an ancestor.

Wealth, beauty, power, strength.

Now all of this is within his reach, and he can already imagine himself becoming the uncrowned king.

However, at this moment.

"You've just reached S-rank and you're already so arrogant. If you didn't know, you'd think you were going to become a Dragon King."

The boy's voice echoed in the air, clear and authoritative.

The eight tomb robbers opened their golden eyes and looked around, but they couldn't see anyone.

"boom."

With a slight sound, the skylight glass on the top of the warehouse shattered.

A slender figure fell down as lightly as a leaf, and his sneakers stepped on the ground without even stirring up any dust.

Everyone turned their heads sharply.

He was an extremely young man, with slightly messy black hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a hint of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth.

A pair of bright blue eyes appeared under the messy black hair.

Threads of golden light flowed from the depths of his eyes, and terrifying blood pressure emanated from his body.

It was even more majestic and terrifying than the aura emanating from the old man.

This is the status of an imperial hybrid. Just by standing there, he is already the center of the world. Just by standing there, he is enough to make all hybrids bow down to him.

Even if their heads were already half corroded by dragon blood, the awe that came from the depths of their souls could still make them bow their heads.

Ye Fan was wearing a simple black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as a tourist taking a walk.

"Nine Dragon Sons? Blood Essence? Eight-Sided Han Sword?"

Ye Fan chuckled, his eyes swept over the corpses on the ground and those hideous mutated hybrids, and shook his head:

"It's really... Such a good alchemical creation actually fell into the hands of a loser."

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even bother to refute.

He smelled danger—extreme danger.

There was no sign of boiling dragon blood in this young man, and he didn't even emit any pressure, but... it made him tremble instinctively.

"Who are you?!"

Ali roared, his bronze muscles knotted, and he took a step forward, causing cracks to appear on the ground.

Ye Fan didn't even look at him, but just stared at the shopkeeper with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Relying on this alchemical elixir to forcibly elevate his bloodline, even at the cost of turning himself into Deadpool..." He sighed, "How pathetic."

The old man's rage was instantly ignited, and a deep dragon roar rolled out of his throat: "Little devil...you are looking for death!"

He also knew that his bloodline was unstable.

As a mixed-race, unstable bloodline means that one has already fallen uncontrollably into the abyss.

But who can accept the fact of death?

Who can accept that they will become the half-dead thing that they once hated?

Ye Fan smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile:

"You're no longer even human in your current state. Transformation into Deadpool is irreversible. Every extra bit of power you use brings you closer to complete madness."

"so what?!"

The old man roared, his voice completely distorted.

"While I still have memories...it's enough to kill you!"

Ye Fan shook his head with compassion in his eyes.

"I'm not going to get mad at a dead body."

"I will kill you right now and grant you eternal peace.

After all, the stench of dragon blood on you is really disgusting!"

Before he finished speaking, seven figures suddenly jumped up at the same time!

Ali's fist smashed into Ye Fan's head, and the air was squeezed out with an explosion; Ah Hong's poisonous claws tore through the air, and dark blue venom dripped; Lao Dao's keratinized skin was as hard as armor, and he crashed directly into Ye Fan.

The smoker exhaled purple smoke, and the illusion distorted in the air; Xiaoliu's figure suddenly disappeared and hid in the darkness; the bear man was as fast as lightning, and his afterimage stretched out.

The last person drew a dagger from his waist, the blade of which was tempered with alchemical poison.

Seven people siege!

however--

Ye Fan just raised his hand slightly and snapped his fingers.

"Time Zero, Seventy Times Extended."

The world suddenly stopped.

In Ye Fan's field of vision, everyone's movements became extremely slow. Ali's fist was suspended in the air, and the trembling of his muscle fibers was clearly visible.

Ah Hong's poisonous claws were still three centimeters away from his throat, and the venom pulled out thin silk threads in the air.

The impact of the old knife seemed to be slowed down, and even the falling of dust became slow.

Ye Fan took out an ordinary pair of scissors from his pocket - the kind of metal scissors that can be found everywhere in stationery stores.

Then, he strolled towards Ali and gently placed the tip of the scissors against his heart.

"boom."

The moment time resumes its flow——

Ali's chest was pierced and blood gushed out. Before he even had time to feel the pain, he fell to the ground with his pupils dilated.

After assessing the strength of several people, Ye Fan nodded.

These Nine Dragon Sons are indeed powerful. The bodies of these people, who were originally B-level hybrids, have been upgraded to super A-level.

Looking at the scissors broken into two pieces in his hand, Ye Fan frowned and threw away the broken half.

"It seems I have to be more careful with it next time."

Ye Fan's figure had appeared behind Ah Hong, the scissors pierced into her back, the poisonous claws were still hanging in the air, her expression was frozen in astonishment.

Ye Fan held her poisonous claws with both hands, stretched out one foot and stepped on his chest, glared at her hard, and pulled hard with both hands, and the two poisonous claws were pulled off by Ye Fan!

Looking at the two claws in his hands, Ye Fan broke off the excess parts, leaving only the sharpest index finger.

The above series of actions only took 0.5 seconds according to the real time flow rate.

In the eyes of the people in Kowloon Walled City in reality, there was only a flash of black light, and they saw their companions lying on the ground, and their two hands disappeared.

Lao Dao's throat was pierced by sharp claws, and his keratinized skin was meaningless in the face of the absolute speed of time zero.

Before the smoker's illusion took shape, Ye Fan had already broken his neck.