Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The young man didn't dare to answer. From outside the window came the suppressed sobbing of a woman. Another child in the north of the village hadn't survived the bloodline awakening.

In the past six months, seven young men have died in the village.

Village Chief Mo suddenly leaped up and punched the bronze dragon head. With a loud bang, the dragon's horn shattered, and nine jade beads tumbled to the ground.

"We must always be prepared." The old man's golden eyes swelled, "Because in the next few days we might be facing an S-level retaliation!"

"If he doesn't dare to come, then everything will be fine. If he dares to come, then I will let him know the power accumulated over a hundred years!"

The young man froze in place upon hearing this.

It was an alchemical weapon made from the reverse scales of the second-generation species, and each awakening required the sacrifice of a direct descendant.

The night wind suddenly became turbulent.

The candles on the altar went out one after another, and some invisible pressure swept over the village like a tide.

Village Chief Mo suddenly turned his head, his golden eyes piercing through the window lattice to look at the night sky - the originally brilliant galaxy was distorting, as if a giant object was passing through the atmosphere.

"What is this?" The old man's Adam's apple rolled and he looked at Gao Tian in shock.

He saw that at the distant boundary between heaven and earth, a tiny black shadow was approaching at an astonishing speed!

It was like the emperor led his thousands of troops to surround a small city. Even though the people in the city had not seen his true appearance, they could feel the boundless blood and iron aura!

The bronze bells on the village wall rang without wind.

There were a few sporadic sounds at first, and then they became a continuous sound wave like a rainstorm.

When the old village chief Mo pushed open the door of the hall, he saw the tribesmen who were on night watch kneeling on the ground one after another, their golden eyes lighting up uncontrollably, like fireflies welcoming the king.

He even judged some of his tribesmen as not having inherited enough dragon blood during the blood awakening ceremony, and even their golden eyes could not be ignited.

And now, under the pressure that was constantly approaching from the horizon, the dragon blood in their bodies began to burn and boil. The boiling dragon blood flowed into their pupils, giving the darkness a golden color.

Give a hymn to the coming of the emperor.

To welcome the emperor’s arrival, there must be countless golden-eyed people bowing down in worship!

The black dot in the night sky has expanded into a clear human figure.

The young man came forward with a sword, and the eight-sided Han sword emitted a three-foot green light in the moonlight.

The most terrifying thing was the domain he was trailing behind him—the air twisted into a transparent trail at fifty times the speed of time, and wherever it passed, the clouds were torn into vacuum tunnels.

"It flew over here... Is this a hybrid?"

The old village chief Mo was stunned. He had imagined countless situations where Ye Fan would come.

He had imagined and prepared for various situations, such as marching straight in through the main gate or bringing secret parties to encircle and suppress them.

And now the opponent is actually coming from the sky on a sword, like a god!

Only one hour had passed since the last life card was broken.

At this time, the old village chief Mo couldn't help but think that in today's world, is there any living creature that can cross a distance of thousands of kilometers in one hour?

The answer is yes, which cannot be refuted or questioned.

Because the answer was right in front of him.

Is this an S-rank? This is truly shocking!

The Blood Drinking Sword suddenly hovered above the village gate.

Ye Fan lowered his eyes and looked down, his golden pupils glowing with the luster of lava.

When he spoke, his voice did not come from high in the sky, but resonated directly within everyone's skull:

"I'm here to kill you."

What a calming sentence, what an offensive sentence.

Normally, these hot-tempered hybrids would immediately charge towards each other and fight upon hearing such obviously provocative language.

And now, after hearing these words, they were actually convinced that the emperor's words were divine oracle!

As the only one with A-level bloodline and having experienced countless battles, the old village chief Mo reacted immediately. He turned around and shouted to all the younger generations:

"What are you guys standing there for?! Move! They're out to kill us! Move now! Immediately!"

The roar resonated everywhere, awakening the consciousness of a few people.

The seven best fighters in the village suddenly attacked.

Blue-black dragon scales appeared beneath their skin, and they unleashed their full strength with the skills refined by their bloodline.

The intense light of Word Spirit Blazing exploded simultaneously from seven directions. This was a sure-kill situation, the radiation enough to carbonize the retina of any living being within 0.3 seconds.

Ye Fan snapped his fingers.

The realm of time zero expanded to its limit. In a world running at seventy times the speed, even light stopped.

He strolled through the solidified waterfall of light, and the Blood Drinking Sword left seven afterimages.

When the domain was lifted, the villagers only saw seven headless corpses spewing out a three-meter-high fountain of blood at the same time.

Chapter 57: Fleeing in panic! Chasing back!

Ye Fan stood with his sword hanging down.

The blood beads condensed on the tip of the Blood Drinking Sword fell to the ground, and nine red plum petals bloomed on the bluestone slabs.

The villagers finally saw the figure clearly - the black windbreaker was spotless, and the frosty blades of the eight-sided Han sword reflected two hundred and thirty-one pairs of golden eyes.

Those pupils that were forcibly ignited were trembling violently, like candles that could go out at any time in a storm.

"Look carefully," Ye Fan said softly. These words pierced the brains of every villager like an icicle.

He closed the realm of time zero.

To die in the cracks of time would be far too gentle. To feel no pain, to fall into eternal chaos, was the Emperor's mercy.

But the group of traitors in front of him did not qualify for such mercy. Ye Fan wanted them to clearly see their bodies being cut into pieces by the sword.

The king's wrath can only be quenched by the wails of his sinful subjects.

The Blooddrinking Sword slashed out in a perfect arc, and the blade felt like it was cutting through hot butter as it cut through muscle fibers.

The first villager's right arm was severed at the shoulder, the cross-section of the broken bone showing the delicate texture of ivory in slow motion. When the second man's knee exploded, the patellar fragments flew like slow-motion fireworks.

The moment the domain was lifted, twelve flowers of flesh and blood suddenly bloomed in the square of Kowloon Walled City.

The king tore open the battlefield with absolute strength.

The severed limbs had not yet hit the ground, and the victim's screams were still stuck in his throat, but Ye Fan had already rushed into the crowd like a dragon rushing into a flock of sheep.

Unstoppable and invincible!

"Are you treating me like a mere decoration?"

At this moment, the old village chief Mo drew his Tang sword and rushed towards Ye Fan with a roar.

As long as he, the leader of the village, is still there, he will not allow Ye Fan to harm anyone in the village.

This blade is called "Dragon Ridge." Thirteen bronze rings on its back, driven by boiling blood, resonate like a dragon's roar. Layer upon layer of resonance, the wielder's strength multiplies fivefold!

It is one of the alchemical legacies left by the ancestors of Kowloon Walled City.

The old man's shriveled body swelled up like an inflatable object, and the bluish-gray color of the bronze throne spread from his heart to his entire body. His wrinkled face was covered with a metallic luster and turned into bronze armor in an instant.

The originally skinny old man has now turned into a 1-meter-tall, muscular barbarian warrior. He waved the big knife in his hand and kept chopping at the enemies who invaded the tribe.

"clang--!"

The sparks from the clash of swords illuminated Ye Fan's pupils. The emperor's golden pupils were calm, as if he was looking at a dead object.

The old village chief Mo was shocked to find that his knuckles had been torn - his body, which could catch tank fire with his bare hands in the Bronze Throne state, was now injured by the recoil force.

The opponent's actions were simple and direct, even crude.

But after more than a few decades of fighting, the old village chief Mo could feel the murderous aura like a sea of ​​blood in the opponent's opening move.

He was sure that the other party possessed exquisite fighting skills.

The reason why it is not used is because combat skills are used against beings that are equal to or stronger than oneself.

When facing the fragile weak, brute force is enough.

"So-called A-level..."

Ye Fan suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword.

The Blood Drinking Sword defied the laws of physics and hovered in mid-air. His right hand formed a claw and gripped the back of the Tang sword. The friction between bronze and flesh made a teeth-grinding sound.

"Is that the extent?"

The old village chief Mo felt as if the world was turning upside down.

Ye Fan used one arm to swing him and the knife into the air.

The 300-kilogram bronze body turned into a human cannonball, smashing seven columns in a row before stopping.

A muffled sound of internal organs bursting could be heard from the rubble. Three villagers who were unable to dodge were smashed into a pulp, and their splattered brain matter had an eerie sheen like mother-of-pearl in the moonlight.

The bronze throne was forcibly removed under the huge impact. The old man coughed up blood. He was sure that his internal organs had been dislocated by the huge impact just now.

A sweet taste continued to flow from his mouth, but he felt no pain. This meant that his body had reached its limit and his brain had blocked his perception of pain.

In other words, his brain decided that he was beyond help and no longer needed any reactions like pain.

He is destined to die here!

Through his gradually blurring vision, he saw the demon dancing a dance of death among the crowd.

Every time the Blood Drinking Sword flashed, a limb would fly up. A strong man with awakened dragon scales was pierced through the chest, and the sword tip was hanging with broken bones when it passed through his spine; a young girl who tried to launch a sneak attack was hit in the face by an elbow, and her entire face was sunken into a strange bowl shape.

These young people all used boiling blood, which is a blood refining technique passed down in Kowloon Walled City.

Although the purity of dragon blood is getting lower and lower every year, the blood of the young people who can awaken their bloodline has reached at least D level. If they push the boiling blood with all their strength, they will form an army of more than 230 C-level and B-level hybrids.

Such an army could already contend with an army of 1 ordinary people, but the other side stood alone in the middle, swinging its sword with ease.

Every sword swing will take away at least one life.

Minced meat fell like rain.