Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The moment this thought came to mind, Ye Fan, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and looked at him.

Just one glance.

Yuan Zhisheng felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

He was sure that he had not revealed any murderous intention, but Ye Fan's eyes clearly said: You can try.

Let's see if the so-called "Amaterasu" can cut off this cloud hanging from the sky.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled stiffly. It was hard to imagine that as the supreme emperor, his expression now had a hint of flattery.

What's going on in this tortoise's mind? He's not really thinking of drawing his sword and slashing my neck, is he? If that's what you're thinking, what kind of ally are you?

Ye Fan thought helplessly.

It’s all because of that old bastard Herzog who instilled in Yuan Zhisheng the idea that the emperor is unique, supreme, and the strongest among the hybrids.

The purity of the bloodline of artificial emperors like Minamoto no Chisei and Minamoto no Chijo is only over 50%. It was only because of the dragon blood eroding her body that Uesugi Erii successfully increased her bloodline to 60%.

And an emperor like Uesugi Yue who was born through natural reproduction in the true sense, has a bloodline of at least 70%.

Especially Uesugi Yue, as the only heir of that generation, all the blood of the White King is gathered in him. It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of all emperors in history!

In the true sense, it can be said that he is a person who can fight against the complete Dragon King with his physical body alone.

It was also because this emperor who inherited the pure blood of the White King through pure natural breeding was too abnormal, so Uesugi Yue was killed by the old thief Jiangnan in the plot.

Because if he doesn't die, the plot won't be able to develop. This guy's existence will simply disrupt the balance of combat power.

The black sun that can gather tens of millions of tons of seawater is enough to compete with the Dragon King-level Word Spirit.

Chapter 75: When I first met Herzog, I began to feel murderous intent!

"Give me ten seconds."

Ye Fan said this to Yuan Zhisheng.

At this moment, Crow was bringing the lighter to the Seven Star cigarette in his mouth.

"Ah, what do you need 10 seconds for?"

Yuan Zhisheng asked in confusion.

As the flame on Crow's lighter shot up, the figure in the black windbreaker had blurred into a shadow left on the retina.

Only Yuan Zhisheng's doubts remained in the air.

In the third cubicle of the airport restroom, Kenjiro So pushed the twelfth tube of serum into the carotid artery.

As the glass tube clattered to the ground, his golden eyes burned until they were almost transparent. Scales grew wildly beneath his skin, and his fingertips pierced through with sharp claws—a sign of exceeding his critical blood limit.

"Not enough... not enough..."

He roared and tore open his shirt, and earthworm-like blood vessels wriggling under his chest skin.

He had no idea how powerful the being that was communicating with him through the intercom was.

With his impoverished mind, he could only think that the other party was a powerful A-level hybrid who had been injected with hemolytic serum.

But he didn't know that he was going to face a creature more terrifying than the Emperor, and the Amaterasu he was familiar with might not be able to last ten moves against this creature.

He just took it for granted that as long as he could inject all 10 dragon blood serums into his body, he could kill without any worries.

These moths, who have lost their freedom since childhood, can only satisfy their perverted desire for freedom by killing people.

As long as he injected these 10 serums, he could become an A-level hybrid. He only needed to wait 30 seconds after the injection. Thirty seconds was enough for him to complete the transformation.

Then he heard a knock on the door.

Three polite nods, like a hotel waiter asking if you need more towels.

So Kenjiro's spine suddenly stiffened.

His skin glowed with bronze, which was his best means of attack and also his best means of defense!

Normally, as long as he used this word spirit, he could gain an unparalleled sense of security. The bronze throne was enough to make him a machine that could both defend and kill.

But at this moment, this invincible word spirit could no longer give him that feeling of peace of mind.

It seemed as if this proud defense was as fragile as paper in front of the creatures outside the door.

Because what he is about to face is the emperor's wrath!

The alloy doorknob was spinning in slow motion. An instinct older than dragon blood screamed in my brain—escape!

The moment the door panel turned into powder, Zhongzhong Jiro almost instinctively punched the partition of the next compartment. He wanted to escape from the side!

The dragon blood boiled in his body, and his speed almost reached the extreme he had never experienced in his life.

But even so, even if it was the ultimate he had never reached in his life, in that person's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle.

The world solidified into amber in his vision. He could see every flying sawdust and his own distorted reflection in the light of the toilet tiles.

But I couldn't see the figure standing at the door clearly.

All that could be seen was the black windbreaker swaying in the wind and the golden eyes as bright as the sun beneath the black hair.

"Is this Amaterasu? It's like the sun itself. To die at the hands of such a being, my death as a moth is not in vain."

As soon as this thought occurred to him, his vision suddenly tilted. The ceiling spun, and the last thing he saw was the fountain of blood gushing from his headless body.

The moth flew towards the flame without hesitation, but the flame suddenly became agitated and completely swallowed the moth, leaving only ashes in the sky.

This is not really suffering for the moth, but it is also not happiness.

The gentle 7 stars from Crow's mouth had been drawn out by him in 10 seconds, and Ye Fan's figure condensed in front of Yuan Zhisheng again.

He casually threw a spherical object, and Gen Chisheng caught it reflexively - it was the hideous head of So Kenjiro, with green smoke still coming out of the broken neck, as if it had been cut instantly by a high-temperature laser.

"It's been cleaned up."

Ye Fan flicked his wrist as if he was swatting a mosquito to death.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at his watch: 9.87 seconds.

This number reminded him of Principal Ange, but even that holder of Time Zero had never demonstrated a 70x speed domain.

"Isn't your word spirit the sword control? Why can you also use the time spirit?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice was dry.

He clearly saw Ye Fan operating the Boeing 747, so his spiritual power should be sword control.

Even if it wasn't Jian Yu but some unfamiliar words and spirits, it definitely shouldn't be linked to time.

"My Word Spirit is indeed rare. You can call it Mirror Pupil."

An icy light shone on Ye Fan's golden eyes.

"And the ability of this Word Spirit is replication. Theoretically, it can replicate any Word Spirit I've ever seen that my bloodline allows it to use."

"This is truly a terrifying ability."

Yuan Zhisheng remained calm on the surface, but in fact he had already planned to avoid using his royal power in front of Ye Fan in the future.

But he didn't know that with Ye Fan's bloodline, he could actually copy the other party's words just by looking at them, without even asking the other party to use them.

And his Word Spirit, Royal Power, was taken into Ye Fan's possession the first second he was seen by Ye Fan.

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The tea table in Tamama was covered with Echizen Japanese paper, and Masamune Tachibana's hands were as steady as a rock as he made the tea.

The whisk stirred the matcha, creating waves of green tea. There was no sign that this patriarch had just witnessed a massacre on the runway.

"My humble abode is so simple, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Ye."

He pushed over a Tianmu tea bowl, its glaze shimmering with shimmering Yohen patterns. This was a national treasure, a treasure not even the Emperor could see, yet it now held tea for a murderer.

Ye Fan held the bowl with three fingers, turned it three times and took a sip.

This standard "real" tea-making etiquette made Tachibana Masamune squint his eyes - the China headquarters commissioner should not know the secrets of the Satoshi family.

"Good tea." Ye Fan put down the tea bowl. "It's a pity that the water temperature is two degrees higher, which destroys the freshness of the jade dew."

Tachibana Masamune laughed, but a sword slipped from his sleeve. It was a "tea set" for testing guests, and if the guests didn't know the value of it, they would be embarrassed.

But when Ye Fan caught it with his fingertips, the sword suddenly emitted a moon-like light - this Chinese man actually used his fingernails to complete the blade pattern that could only be produced by grinding the "earth skin".

"I heard Mr. Tachibana is a master swordsmith?"

Ye Fan turned the sword in his arms, and moonlight flowed on the blade like a river. "I am very interested in alchemy and hope to get some guidance from Mr. Ju."

Ye Fan was still very interested in Herzog's guidance on alchemy.

Such talents should be used up before being killed, so that people won't feel sorry for them.

The following conversation made Yuan Zhisheng feel very uncomfortable.

The terms the two of them were talking about, such as "boiling eyes and heart iron", were secret techniques that even he, the young master, only had a vague understanding of.

What's even more terrifying is that in the fifth sentence, Ye Fan pointed out the "cut" in one of Tachibana Masamune's famous swords, which was a hidden injury that even X-rays couldn't detect.

"Our current hospitality is truly inadequate. I hope that the sparse banquet we'll prepare tonight at Ginza will provide Mr. Ye with a better experience."

Tachibana Masamune finally closed the tea towel, a gesture that signified his surrender:

"Mr. Ye, you've been traveling a long way, why don't you rest at the hotel first?"

"That would be troublesome."

Ye Fan sighed. This old guy was very careful. He had asked many tricky questions, but the other party had never been fooled.

When Ye Fan stood up, the Kano school tiger picture on the screen suddenly faded.

It wasn't the change in light, but the fact that everyone felt the painting had lost its majesty the moment he stood up straight.

Chapter 76 In the dead of night, the invitation of a mature woman

The crystal chandelier in the lobby of a five-star hotel shatters its light into millions of diamonds, which are spread on the black marble floor.

Ye Fan followed the waitress arranged for him by Yuan Zhisheng to the hotel.

After seeing the new guest's appearance, the three receptionists at the front desk held their breath at the same time.

"Your suite is on the top floor."