Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The golden eyes that were like lava were flashing, and even with the black hair covering them, they could not hide the majesty and dominance within them.

One after another, young, middle-aged, and even elderly people from Kowloon Walled City rushed towards Ye Fan.

They move too slowly.

Even if they used boiling blood, the dragon's instinct would take over their consciousness so that they would not stop acting because of Ye Fan's blood pressure.

But the movement was still too slow!

Ye Fan calmly looked at the faces in front of him, watching them rush towards him and then be chopped in half by Blood Drinker.

He stood in the center of the battlefield, like an emperor looking down on his empire, and he had absolute control over the battlefield.

No need to charge, no need to dodge, no need to think, just stay where you are and swing your sword. This is the emperor's dominance over the battlefield!

The old village chief Mo stared blankly at the scenes before him. One old friend after another, one grandchild after another, were chopped into pieces by that man's sword.

He began to regret why he had fought for the Nine Dragons? Why did he fight for the Nine Dragons in this way?

"Will Kowloon Walled City be destroyed in my lifetime?"

His heart was filled with sadness, but at least the current situation was not extremely hopeless.

The family still has a backup plan that has not been used. If he is willing to use these relatives in front of him to delay Ye Fan's actions, then everything can be started over again!

Even if it is S-level, it is absolutely impossible to deal with the existence in the cave.

He stood up with difficulty and spurted out several mouthfuls of blood. Old Village Chief Mo staggered into the ancestral hall and moved the candlestick on the table. On the bluestone floor, two rows of stone slabs unfolded, revealing a dark hole.

The entrance to the cave is dark and deep, and no one knows where it leads to.

Village Chief Mo looked back at the battlefield and saw that there were not many of his tribesmen left.

He quickened his pace and rushed into the cave, and the bluestone slabs merged again.

Of course, these scenes did not escape Ye Fan's eyes.

He looked at it calmly. It was just another battlefield. After cleaning up this battlefield, he would move on to the next one.

Chapter 58: High-altitude overflying, I’m going to stick steaks into their XX!

The light in the cabin cast a soft light on Professor Guderian's round face. He was poking a piece of steak provided by the airplane meal with a fork, with an unconcealable smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, the steak seemed to have become a letter of appointment for tenured professorship, shiny and mouth-watering.

"Ye Fan, S-level, my student..." He muttered in a low voice, and the fork poked small holes in the steak one after another, just like his excited mood at the moment.

The stewardess passed by with a drinks cart and gave him a strange look.

The fat gentleman in the brown windbreaker had been laughing from time to time since he boarded the plane, and now he started talking to himself while talking to the steak.

She hesitated to ask the passenger if he needed help.

At that moment, the satellite phone in Guderian's pocket vibrated. He fumbled to pull out the small black device, almost knocking over the orange juice in front of him.

"Hello? Principal?" He lowered his voice, his fat fingers tightly gripping the phone.

"Guderian, there's a problem with your student." Ange's voice came through the radio waves, with his usual calmness, but Guderian keenly captured the urgency in it.

"Something went wrong? What could go wrong with Ye Fan? Shouldn't he be waiting for me at Kunming Airport?"

Guderian's voice suddenly rose an octave, causing the front passenger to look back.

"He's currently in Jiulongzhai, Yunnan, hacking at someone's ancestral grave." Ange paused. "The Enforcement Department is still investigating the specifics, but it's clear your S-Class student has attracted the attention of the local half-blood families."

Guderian felt that his dream of becoming a tenured professor had burst like a soap bubble.

"Are you guys in the Executive Department useless?! Our S-class can be targeted by a local force, and we have to go and destroy their ancestors' graves ourselves! Can't you go earlier? Are you saving the bombs from the Equipment Department to set off fireworks at your own funeral?!"

"Tell the local Chinese executive department that if anything goes wrong with my students, I'll definitely stick steaks in their asses!"

Guderian pulled out another satellite phone connected to the executive department and roared, his fat fingers unconsciously twisting the belt of his windbreaker.

Ignoring the operator's repeated apologies on the other end of the phone, he pressed the power button.

"I've arranged a special plane for you, you can board it now." Ange continued, "Remember, don't let our S-class leave any stain. This is important to the academy, to you, and to me."

The phone call ended, and Guderian sat in his seat, with countless bad possibilities flashing through his mind.

Kowloon Walled City, that place was known for being dangerous even in the world of mixed-bloods. And his student, his precious S-rank student, was actually chopping up someone's ancestral grave there?

Oh, his poor student, he must have suffered so much. Now he has to face so many terrifying and dangerous half-bloods alone, which makes him, as a teacher, feel heartbroken.

How dangerous it would be for him to stay there alone.

"Sir, are you okay?" The stewardess's concerned voice brought him back to reality.

Guderian stood up suddenly, almost bumping into the luggage compartment. "I'm fine, very good!" he said quickly, "but I need to get off the plane immediately."

"Get off the plane?" The flight attendant's eyes widened. "We're at 10,000 meters..."

Guderian finally realized his mistake. He took a deep breath and tried to put on a gentlemanly smile: "I mean, I need to use the restroom."

He walked quickly to the front of the cabin and pulled a black card from his inner pocket.

It was Kassel Academy's emergency contact certificate, bearing the half-rotten World Tree emblem. He handed it to a crew chief standing near the hatch.

The flight attendant's expression turned serious the moment he saw the card.

He nodded and walked towards the cockpit. Less than a minute later, the captain announced: "Attention, passengers! We are about to encounter some turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts immediately."

There was a sudden commotion in the cabin. Passengers hurriedly cleared the small tables and the flight attendants quickly checked everyone's seat belts.

Guderian noticed a flight attendant answering the phone in the cockpit, and her expression quickly changed from confusion to shock.

"Are you really going to do that?" she whispered into the phone, her voice full of disbelief.

The other end of the line seemed to give a positive answer, so the stewardess's face turned pale. She stood up tremblingly and walked towards the cabin door, saying into the loudspeaker:

"All passengers, please fasten your seat belts! I repeat, please fasten your seat belts!"

Guderian walked over to her with a smile, the hem of his windbreaker swaying gently with his steps.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said gently, his voice filled with the elegant accent of a British aristocrat, "Please step away. I can handle this myself."

The stewardess looked at him in horror. "Sir, you can't—"

Guderian already had his hand on the emergency door handle. He winked at the stewardess and said, "This is official business at Kassel Academy. Please understand."

The next second, he yanked open the hatch.

The howling wind instantly rushed into the cabin, and unsecured papers, blankets and various small objects were immediately blown into the air.

Screams echoed, oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling, and Guderian's brown windbreaker fluttered in the wind like a battle flag.

He grabbed the door frame with one hand, his fat body motionless in the strong wind at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

It is hard to imagine that this is something a man in his sixties weighing 180 kilograms can do. His eyes narrowed into a slit, but he could still see a black dot approaching rapidly in the distant clouds.

The black fighter jet emerged from the clouds like a ghost, and the half-rotten World Tree emblem on its fuselage shone coldly in the sunlight.

It precisely maintained the same speed and altitude as the passenger plane, and the cabin door slowly opened.

Guderian grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth. He loosened his grip, and under the horrified gazes of the passengers, the fat professor in a brown windbreaker leaped into the raging wind at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

His body drew a graceful arc in the air, and his windbreaker spread out like wings.

Just as he was about to miss the fighter plane, he reached out and grabbed the edge of the hatch, nimbly flipping over and getting in. The whole process was smooth and flowing, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

"Professor, you should lose some weight," the young man in the driver's seat said without turning around. "I almost didn't catch you just now."

Guderian gasped and struggled to squeeze himself into the passenger seat.

"Stop talking nonsense! Are all Schneider students so rude?" He fastened his seat belt. "Speed ​​up! I need to see my outstanding students soon!"

The fighter plane accelerated suddenly, and Guderian's fat body was pressed hard into the seat. The clouds outside the window were torn apart like a rip.

Chapter 59: The emperor is fleeing madly and getting closer!

The old village chief Mo continued to move forward along the underground passage towards the interior of the mountain where Jiulongzhai relied on.

The interior of the mountain on which the entire Kowloon Walled City rests was hollowed out by the ancestors of Kowloon Walled City over hundreds of years to store those ancient alchemical instruments and the alchemical dragon weapon made from the remains of a complete second-generation species.

The dragon's bones, scales and mouth have all been transformed by alchemy.

Every scale is engraved with alchemical inscriptions, every bone is reinforced by recasting alchemical bronze, and even a fire-breathing alchemical instrument is added to the mouth.

The entire second-generation dragon was transformed into the most terrifying killing weapon, and every time this weapon was used, at least one B-level hybrid had to be sacrificed. The dragon blood in the hybrid's body was the fuel that activated this terrifying weapon.

Old Village Chief Mo continued to move forward, and then he felt the entire underground passage began to vibrate and roar continuously.

He looked at the stone door behind him in shock. The entire underground passage had been reinforced repeatedly, but in the 500-meter-long passage there were 50 doors made of rocks transformed by alchemy.

This is the method left by the ancestors of Kowloon Walled City for their descendants.

But now, the means that the ancestors were proud of are being destroyed one after another. Old Village Chief Mo can feel the vibration of the entire underground passage.

Time after time, each violent tremor represented a door being completely destroyed. Old Village Chief Mo wondered in despair, what kind of power was this and how he did it!

That is a stone purified by alchemy, and it has extremely strong hardness. Even if it is directly hit by a giant truck, it will not be damaged.

Fortunately, in addition to the 50 doors blocking the way, there is also a huge bronze door made of alchemical bronze at the key point connecting this passage to the entire mountain.

This bronze door is used to trap the alchemical dragon inside. The door is cast from alchemical bronze, and even an S-level hybrid cannot easily break it open.

"Boom——! Boom——! Boom——!"

The second, third, fourth... stone doors exploded one after another, and rubble splashed like a rainstorm.

The passage was shaking, as if the entire mountain was wailing.

The heart of the old village chief Mo was beating wildly. He had never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression.

He seemed to hear the footsteps of a figure approaching behind the countless stone doors.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but they were like the countdown to death, and every step weighed on his nerves.

"Damn...damn!"

He gritted his teeth and ran wildly, finally reaching the end of the passage - a huge bronze door ten meters high stood in front of him.

This is the last line of defense of Kowloon Walled City, specially used to block the forbidden gate of the Alchemy Dragon!

The alchemical matrix on the door flickered with a faint light, which could evenly disperse any impact force to the entire door. Unless the force exceeded the endurance limit of the entire door, it would be impossible to break it!