Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

A peaceful yet supremely majestic voice rang out in the void, like the voice of the Tao, shocking the past and present.

The golden light danced like an angry dragon or the scorching sun in the sky, burning all evil to ashes.

The darkness dissipated, and a figure slowly walked out from the abyss.

Endless light lingered around him, and every step he took seemed to shatter the boundaries of time and space.

That figure was like the eternal ruler, ruling the world arbitrarily and dominating the heavens!

The entire ghostland suddenly trembled!

Yuan Zhinv was shocked to find that she was falling, not falling in space, but collapsing towards a dimension that was older than the underworld.

He saw Ye Fan walking slowly towards him - this simple action caused thousands of evil spirits to scream as if they were burned by the fire of karma!

"Emperor?"

Ye Fan took the first step, the void collapsed, and all the resentful spirits entangled with him vaporized into golden light spots, pouring down like a galaxy.

"Do you know that a true emperor would bow down to even the real world, let alone this hazy illusion of yours?"

The source girl suddenly knelt down, smashing the ground with her knees, and the mandala in her golden eyes withered rapidly.

The entire illusion began to collapse, not shattering, but evaporating in an instant like dew scorched by the scorching sun.

In the last moment before disillusionment, he saw nine huge suns appearing behind Ye Fan. In each sun, there was a giant bronze tree that penetrated the sky and the earth, and star-like dragon skeletons hung on the treetops!

In the real world, Sakurai Kogure's teacup has not yet landed on the ground.

She was horrified to see that her Dragon King's seven orifices were bleeding, and his golden eyes were as dim as a dying charcoal fire.

And that young Chinese man simply extended a finger and lightly touched the young girl's brow.

"Crack!"

A loud sound of shackles breaking was heard in the void.

There was a roar in Yuan Zhinu's ears, as if she heard the first thunder sound at the creation of the world.

His spiritual realm completely collapsed, and above the ruins, Ye Fan's figure stood as tall as a mountain, with a blurry shadow emerging behind him - the shadow had the blue sky above its head and the underworld under its feet, and wherever its eyes looked, there were thousands of wails!

"Now you understand?"

Ye Fan's voice echoed with the chaos of the beginning of the primitive times, "The so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Demons..."

With a light pressure of his fingertips, the spiritual world of the source girl shattered like a mirror. "...not as good as my one glance at reincarnation."

silence.

The musician's strings broke and Sakurai Kogure fell to the ground trembling.

The illusion was completely shattered.

Yuan Zhinu stared blankly at the person in front of her, and finally saw clearly - deep in those molten gold pupils, there was a flower blooming that was more terrifying than the mandala.

That is... a sun brighter than Amaterasu.

"I see." The corners of his bloodstained lips curled up, "You are... the real 'ghost'."

Ye Fan retracted his fingers and chuckled.

"Don't call me that. It's disgusting. If you can, you can also call me by the names you call yourselves."

"Emperor? You are indeed worthy of it. But how can the descendants of the Black King possess such a terrifying bloodline? Isn't S-level your upper limit? How did you break through the critical blood limit?"

"Could it be that you are also a descendant of the White King!?"

Genji asked with her eyes lowered.

"The White King? He is worthy of it."

"Don't look at this world with such low standards. This vast world is full of more interesting things than you can imagine. Take me, for example, as a descendant of the Black King."

"Well, I'm not here to lecture you. I have something else to do."

Ye Fan looked at Yuan Zhinu with a calm expression and said:

"Now, can we have a peaceful chat?"

Yuan Zhinu smiled bitterly, a smile that revealed a hint of helplessness, "There's absolutely no room for me not to talk."

Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said jokingly: "Who said there is no way? Although the way to survive is indeed gone, you still have a way to die."

Genji shook her head slightly, as if sighing:

"Forget it, I have too much to do. It's not time for me to die yet."

After saying that, he reached out and took the handkerchief handed to him by Sakurai Kogure, slowly wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth and the blood stains flowing down his golden eyes.

Then, he poured tea for Ye Fan gracefully, made a gesture of invitation, and said softly:

"Mr. Ye, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Ye Fan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile:

"With your intelligence network, you should know I'm here to investigate the theft of the dragon corpse. In all of Japan, you're the only ones capable of stealing from the Executive Department's warehouse."

A smile appeared on the Yuan Zhinu's face, and she said calmly:

"I don't deny that. But strictly speaking, the theft of the dragon corpse this time cannot be attributed to us, the Fierce Ghosts."

Ye Fan showed a puzzled expression at the right time and looked at Yuan Zhinu with burning eyes.

Genji paused for a moment before continuing:

"Mr. Ye should know that among the Eight Clans of Sheqi, mixed-bloods with unstable bloodlines are judged as 'ghosts' and then imprisoned in detention centers. And over a long period of time, we 'ghosts' have gathered together to form another mixed-blood organization - the Fierce Ghost Clan."

"Some of us are driven by childhood trauma, while others by the inherent explosive power in dragon blood. Therefore, we all desire to improve our bloodline and possess greater power. To achieve this goal, we are willing to accept any action."

"But all this has a big premise!"

Yuan Zhinu's face was serious, and her golden eyes, which had just shed tears of blood, were now very determined.

"That means the Ghost Clan must be able to continue to exist and provide shelter to us 'ghosts' and future 'ghosts'. Any behavior that affects the continued existence of the Ghost Clan is expressly prohibited. These 'evil ghosts' in our Ghost Clan are well aware of this. But there will always be some who don't follow the rules."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan nodded in understanding and continued, "So, the group that stole the dragon corpse are traitors to your group of fierce ghosts?"

Yuan Zhinv nodded and said:

"Their leader is a rather unique individual. He's incredibly knowledgeable in biology. Even though he was locked up in a detention center since childhood, his parents still showed some love for him. They found him tons of books and even hired him some excellent teachers."

"After he reached adulthood at 18 and showed considerable emotional stability, his family even arranged for him to be an assistant at a medical school. He worked there peacefully until he was 30."

"But after our investigation, we found that he had never given up researching his own bloodline over the years. Just last year, he defected and killed his mentor, but failed to kill his parents."

"Of course, this isn't because he's soft-hearted, but because both his parents' bloodlines have reached B-level. He's no match for them at all."

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"Then, he brought all his research results to us, the Ghost Clan."

"Mr. Ye should have seen the dragon blood serum, and he played a part in it. Therefore, thanks to this achievement, he has gained a certain prestige among the fierce ghosts and has left behind many loyal and steadfast believers."

Then, Genji's expression grew even darker, as if she couldn't wait to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

"But the dragon blood serum couldn't satisfy them. They longed for a stronger bloodline. So, they defected from the Fierce Ghost Clan and sneaked into the warehouse of the Eight Snake Clans, stealing the second-generation dragon corpse."

"I see."

Ye Fan touched his chin and thought. He suddenly wanted to keep such a talent.

Although Herzog was considered a talent, he wouldn't dare use someone as venomous as a snake. However, this guy actually played a significant role in the development of the dragon's blood serum, which showed that he had some talent.

As long as he could teach him some of the alchemy knowledge he knew, and combine it with his knowledge of biology, maybe this guy could help him realize some of his ideas in the future.

Of course, Yuan Zhinv didn't know what Ye Fan was thinking.

At this moment, he looked solemn:

"Actually, it's not just you, the Japanese Executive Division, and even us, the Oni Clan, are chasing them. But they seem to have set up a rather hidden base a long time ago, and we haven't been able to track it down yet."

"Furthermore, the group of demons who defected with that scientist were all willing to do anything to improve their bloodlines. Four of the hybrids had A-level bloodlines, and the rest were all B-level."

"If they were injected with the modified dragon blood serum, and a total of 17 hybrids with bloodlines at least at A-level were to fight them, even I, the 'Emperor', would probably have a headache and be troubled."

"Then let me solve your troubles."

Ye Fan nodded slightly, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

Genji looked at him.

Half of Ye Fan's face was covered in sunlight, and the other half was in darkness. He looked like a Buddha with both Buddhist and devilish nature.

He should also be a Buddha, Ms. Yuan Zhi thought.

He had never imagined that any person, any half-blood, could possess such power? In his area of ​​expertise, he defeated him with the boundless majesty of an emperor.

"Everything you need to know is already known."

When Ye Fan turned around, his black windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air.

"Goodbye."

This is a really cool scene. If Lu Mingfei saw it, he would definitely engrave it in his mind and say that he must follow the same process to act similarly in the future.

But immediately, the being that seemed to have endless divinity turned around and revealed his human side.

As his fingertips touched the door handle, Ye Fan suddenly turned around.

At that moment, sunlight slanted in from the window, casting mottled light and shadow on his profile.

"That's right."

There was a hint of laughter in his voice:

"Does that wish still count?"

Yuan Zhinv frowned slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a light shadow on her eyelids.

"What wish?"

His voice was clearer than the original one, as clear as a stream, but with a hint of confusion.

"It's a promise that after winning the bet, you can ask the ghosts to fulfill any wish."

Ye Fan leaned against the door frame, the sunlight gilding him. But his expression was quite provocative, as if he was a master of none other than two hundred and fifty-eight thousand.