Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

This kind of illusion is the easiest to deal with. Just destroy the brain directly.

Without the brain, all illusions are useless.

Xiaoliu's ability to hide was useless in front of Time Zero, and his heart was pierced precisely by the remaining half of the scissors.

The bear man's speed was as slow as a snail when the time was extended seventy times. Originally, his strength was only amplified, and his movements became even more clumsy.

And the power that he was most proud of, in Ye Fan's view, had just reached the level of an S-level hybrid.

Chapter 24 Boiling Blood

After easily removing the bear man's two arms, Ye Fan punched him from the back, piercing his chest.

There were some fine dragon scales on the opponent's chest. The dragon scales were so hard that even Ye Fan's fist couldn't smash them quickly.

So Ye Fan punched the opponent's defenseless back, his fist piercing through the tight muscles, breaking two ribs, and finally smashing the opponent's heart into pieces.

Before the bear man could react, he felt a chill in his heart.

As he lowered his head, his life came to an end.

"boom."

The last man didn't even have time to swing his knife before the sharp claws thrown away by Ye Fan had already pierced his forehead.

Seven bodies fell almost at the same second.

Ye Fan stood in the middle of a pool of blood, with some blood dripping from his right fist. His expression remained calm, even with a hint of boredom.

"Now."

He looked at the old man, a sneer on his face, "It's your turn."

The old man's pupils contracted violently, and fear finally overwhelmed his anger.

He realized that the person he was facing was not a human being at all.

But... a monster.

Ye Fan just looked at the other person calmly.

Even a lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit, let alone an old man whose bloodline has reached the S-level hybrid.

As he stares at him, the old man's psychological pressure will surely increase, and he will eventually become furious.

Roaring and charging at him with the most disorganized movements.

The facts were just as Ye Fan expected.

The old man was trembling all over, his dark golden scales glowing coldly under the light, and the dragon horn on his forehead had broken through the skin, curving like a knife.

A low dragon roar rolled out of his throat, like a dying beast making its last struggle.

"Impossible...impossible!"

The old man roared, his voice distorted:

"Their strength has clearly reached the peak of A-level! How could you possibly—"

A hoarse dragon roar rolled out of the old man's throat, and his dark golden scales opened and closed with his breathing, making a harsh sound like metal friction.

He was hunched over, the eight-sided Han sword trembling in his hand, and the Kuilong patterns on the sword were glowing with an eerie bloody light.

The old man was mobilizing the alchemical inscriptions of the Blood Drinker. He wanted to use this sword to chop off Ye Fan's head.

Ye Fan stood still like a pine tree, the hem of his black windbreaker motionless.

He looked at the old man's crazy posture, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

That look was like looking at a cricket trapped in a glass jar.

"Peak A-level?"

Ye Fan chuckled, with pity in his eyes:

"A pseudo-A-grade that was forcibly purified by elixirs and violent blood, is it worthy of being called A-grade?"

It doesn't matter what kind of lies you tell when fighting your opponent.

The more he said this, the more the old man doubted Jiulongzi's power and his own strength.

Until confidence collapses and there is no power to resist.

When the old man rushed over with a fishy wind, Ye Fan just gently turned sideways.

The sword edge brushed past the edge of his clothes, drawing a blood-red arc in the air.

The old man staggered and turned, and the sword's momentum suddenly became tricky, but the sharp tip of the sword always stayed an inch away from the throat, and could not move forward at all.

"Time Zero, Seventy Times Extended."

The world suddenly stopped.

The old man's ferocious expression was frozen on his face, and his movements were as slow as a snail in Ye Fan's eyes.

"Too slow."

Ye Fan walked up to him leisurely, raised his hand, and slapped him in the face.

"Snapped!"

The moment time resumed flowing, the old man was pulled out and hit the wall of the warehouse hard, causing the bricks and stones to crack!

"cough……!"

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and the scales on his face shattered, revealing the scarlet flesh underneath.

"Is that all you have?"

Ye Fan tilted his head, his eyes indifferent, "The bloodline forcibly improved by blood essence and Nine Dragons is not even as good as the real S-level."

The old man struggled to get up, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"You... forced me to..."

He growled hoarsely, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound like boiling magma.

He no longer had the leisure to think about why the young man in front of him was so powerful?

His rationality had long since left him, and now he just wanted to tear the person in front of him into pieces.

“Boiling blood!!”

"boom--!!"

The terrifying dragon power suddenly erupted, and the old man's bones broke into pieces, then reassembled in an instant.

His skin was completely covered with scales, his spine was protruding, forming hideous bone spurs, and the dragon horns on his forehead finally broke out of his body, curving like a knife!

Boiling blood, a technique for improving bloodline mastered by Kowloon Walled City.

By accelerating blood flow in the body and promoting bone hematopoiesis, the bloodline level can be improved.

Almost all bloodline refining techniques have the same origin, including the side effects.

That is to wear down people's will and allow the dragon's tyranny to grow.

The old man had already swallowed two Nine Dragon Seeds and two Blood Essences.

His bloodline is already unstable, and if he forces the boiling blood to start, he will almost instantly degenerate into Deadpool!

But he no longer cared about these things, he was going to kill the person in front of him now!

Even if it means degenerating into a dead thing!

"It's so annoying. He keeps yelling at me. It's so annoying."

Ye Fan scratched his ears and looked at the half-dead guy in front of him with contempt.

The blue eyes were calm, with strands of golden light overflowing from them.

Ye Fan covered his eyes with one hand and whispered:

"Word Spirit—Fire."

A strong light burst out, and the entire warehouse almost turned into a big light bulb. Even the dusty and broken glass was now as bright as a strong flashlight.

"what!!"

The old man covered his eyes and roared, and a lot of turbid tears overflowed from them.

He just pounced on Ye Fan with his eyes wide open, almost staring directly at the Chi in Ye Fan's hand.

It was an extremely huge and bright ball of light.

His eyes were not protected, and Jiulongzi had no eye enhancements.

Now he was completely deprived of his vision and could only feel a slender and powerful hand pressing on his face.

Bang!

Ye Fan pressed the old man's head to the ground.

Ye Fan reached out to grab the Blood Drinker in the old man's hand. The dragon scales of this guy in front of him were too hard, and he still had to use alchemical tools to chop off his head.

But the old man kept twisting under his hands, which made Ye Fan very unhappy.

"Behave yourself, old man."

Ye Fan punched the old man in the face.

The old man really stopped twisting, and his eyes, full of turbid tears, stared at Ye Fan.

Then he opened his mouth as wide as possible, the arc of his mouth opening exceeding the range that his jaw could withstand.

Ye Fan could even see that the old man's lips were torn on both sides and a lot of blood was flowing out.

"what--!!"

An extremely majestic roar burst out from the old man's chest and was released through his desperately open mouth.

The old man finally remembered the effect of the Nine Dragon Seeds he swallowed.

Pulaodan enhances sonic attack!