Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

The bronze sword suddenly disintegrated into hundreds of willow-leaf-shaped fragments, and these metal flakes with blood-red patterns formed a storm in the air.

This is a brand new form of Blood Drinker. After Ye Fan's transformation over this period of time, the power of the bronze sword has been further demonstrated.

Ye Fan will continue to improve its combat performance so that it can adapt to all battles.

The moment the Deadpools rushed into the storm, metal swarms swept through their joints like a swarm of bees.

As the fragments reassembled into a long spear, behind them were twenty disintegrating corpses.

These corpses have been chopped into pieces and there is no possibility of resurrection.

Fana's dragon pupils shrank slightly.

He saw that the moment the fragments fell to the ground, the bronze spear tip suddenly burst into a blazing golden flame.

Jun Yan's blast burned the corpse into curled charcoal, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt protein.

"It's your turn."

Ye Fan swung his spear, and the tip of the spear left a fiery trail in the air.

Fana suddenly stood up, and when his dragon wings were fully extended, the hurricane he created blew away all the experimental equipment.

Its front paws slapped down with a piercing sonic boom, and the tips of its claws shone with a cold mercury-a sign that the "Immortal" word spirit had been strengthened to the extreme.

A circular shock wave erupted the moment the bronze spear collided with the dragon claw.

The explosion-proof glass of the laboratory exploded at the same time, and the flying crystal chips formed a diamond dust mist around the two figures.

Ye Fan's feet sank half a foot into the ground, but the gun did not move at all.

Fana was shocked to find that cracks appeared on his claw bones, and the weapon in the human's hand was humming with excitement.

My strength is not as great as the human in front of me?

The dragon's golden eyes were as big as two basketballs, filled with disbelief.

This is the body of a giant dragon, the perfect body of the top generation. Even if the opponent is the "Emperor", this power is too outrageous.

"You lowly human!"

Fana roared.

When the second claw attacked from the side, Ye Fan suddenly let go of the spear.

His palm precisely grasped the dragon's wrist joint, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, he sent the 17-meter-long dragon crashing against the wall.

Although dragons are the most perfect creatures, the fighting skills evolved by humans over thousands of years are enough to turn their bodies into powerful weapons.

What's more, Fana cannot fully utilize the power of his dragon body.

The concrete wall shattered like biscuits. Fana's dragon tail swept across instinctively, but was pierced through the tailbone by the bronze spear that suddenly flew back.

The moment the black blood splattered on the wall, the spear automatically flew back to Ye Fan's hand.

"impossible!"

Fana's roar shook off pieces of the ceiling.

But seeing Ye Fan rushing towards him again with a gun in hand, he dodged.

He finally realized the folly of close combat, and with a powerful flap of his dragon wings, he broke through the roof.

Countless steel bars broke like toothpicks, and the dragon broke through the dome of the laboratory with its powerful body, passing through countless pieces of soil and flying high into the sky.

Dust fluttered down, and sunlight shone through the hole onto Ye Fan's upturned face.

He saw a giant dragon hovering three hundred meters in the air, its gray-white scales reflecting the sun behind the clouds, like a creature resurrected from myth.

High in the sky, Fana began to chant dragon script.

The clouds rotated around it to form a funnel-shaped vortex, and bluish-white electric light flowed among the clouds.

This is the "Thunder Pool" spirit of the sky and wind lineage, which is enough to turn an area of ​​100 meters into scorched earth.

But its chanting suddenly stopped -

Page 103: The Thousand-Faced Serpent, Lord of Eternal Night

Ye Fan stood on the ground, squatted down and took a horse stance, gathering strength in his whole body and twisting his waist.

Using his forearm to drive his upper arm, coupled with the triple force from his waist, he hurled the bronze spear forward. The immense impact even produced dozens of sonic booms out of thin air.

White air currents spread across the sky, delivering the final shot to the god.

Fana saw that the bronze spear was tearing through the clouds and flying towards it. The spear body was wrapped in spiral airflow and its speed had broken the sound barrier.

He quickly turned sideways, but the spear suddenly broke apart in mid-air.

Twelve fragments formed a chain that wrapped around its right wing joint, and the main part continued to penetrate the dragon's body.

He looked down and saw blood blooming on his chest, and the tip of the gun with bronze rust pierced through his back.

Even more terrifying were the green lines spreading across the wound—those alchemical matrices were eroding its dragon blood.

The moment Long Yi stiffened, gravity once again took control of this huge body.

As Fana fell, he saw Ye Fan standing on top of the ruins, the hem of his windbreaker rustling. The human stretched out his right hand and made a fist, and the spear that had penetrated the dragon's body suddenly burst into a dazzling blue light.

Its last consciousness was the excruciating pain of its heart being detonated from within by the Word Spirit, Sovereign Flame, and the whisper that drifted on the wind:

"As expected, half-bloods have an innate hatred for dragons."

Ye Fan stood here.

A surge of heroism surged in my heart, like a warrior who fearlessly charged towards a dragon hundreds of years ago.

The endless hatred has been passed down through dragon blood and is always hidden in the blood of every half-blood. As long as they encounter a dragon, this anger will be ignited!

Ye Fan could feel the deep hatred towards the dragon inherited in his blood.

The moment Fana fell, the entire ruins shook as if hit by a meteorite.

The seventeen-meter-long dragon's body plowed a thirty-meter-long trench in the concrete ground, and the curled steel bars rose from the cracks like injured snakes.

Black blood gushed out from the penetrating wound in his chest, corroding the scorched earth into hissing foam.

Ye Fan's boot sole crushed a crystallized blood scab, and the bronze spear rotated half a circle in his palm. The dragon blood dripping from the tip of the spear shone with a rainbow-colored oily luster in the sunlight.

"Don't kill me, please..."

The dragon's larynx made a cracking friction sound, and the brightness of its golden eyes was fading.

Even though he has become a giant dragon, he is still so afraid of death.

When Ye Fan stepped on his back, all the gray-white scales suddenly stood up - this is the instinctive defensive reaction of a dragon when it is dying, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Ye Fan grasped the gun barrel with his hand and pulled it out of the dragon's body.

When the gun tip with the internal organ fragments stuck to it was pulled out, Ye Fan noticed that the membrane of the dragon wing was rapidly turning gray.

This should have been a sign of complete death, but a strange sense of incongruity made him frown - at the wounds burned by Jun Yan, there seemed to be earthworm-like protrusions wriggling under the necrotic flesh.

Fana suddenly jumped up!

He doesn't want to die, he can't die!

He had finally become a perfect creature, how could he possibly let his life, which should have been glorious, end at this moment!?

The dying dragon's head twisted 180 degrees in a posture that violated its biological structure, and the cervical vertebrae made a teeth-grinding sound of dislocation.

A frenzy beyond pain burned in its pupils, and its gaze was fixed on the depths of the laboratory ruins.

Behind the lead-gray secret room door that was blown open by the shock wave, the statue of the Thousand-Faced Snake was oozing blood.

"Ananda..."

Each syllable is like rubbing sandpaper against your vocal cords.

Fana called out to Ananda. He knew he still had a chance to survive as long as he prayed to Ananda, the first generation, the dark monarch of that world.

I will definitely give him the power to defeat the human in front of him!!

In a trance, Fana saw the statue of the Thousand-Faced Snake appear before his eyes.

That almost paranoid will ran through his mind, and he desperately wanted to touch the statue with his dragon head.

Even though he could hear the sound of flesh being torn in his shins, he stretched his neck forward regardless.

Ye Fan looked at the abnormal behavior of the dragon below, but then his eyes fell on the scarlet statue that appeared out of thin air.

He sensed the same aura from the statue as Odin, the scent of the First Generation...

At this moment, Fana's dragon head finally touched the statue.

The dragon's mouth stretched forward with its mouth wide open, even though this action caused the penetrating wound to tear further.

Ye Fan saw the tendons in the dragon's neck breaking one after another, and the white cervical vertebrae piercing the skin, but the head still stubbornly stretched forward, like a pilgrim touching a shrine.

The statue suddenly came alive.

Scarlet snake scales stood up, and the thousands of carved human faces opened their empty eyes at the same time.

When the dragon head finally touched the snake's tongue, the entire statue melted into sticky plasma and then condensed into a triangular thorn shape in the air.

This is the legendary god-killing weapon "Vajra" in ancient India. According to legend, it was used by Shiva to pierce Ananda's head.

The moment the blood-red dagger pierced the dragon's skull, all the hairs on the back of Ye Fan's neck stood up.

He had felt a similar pressure on Odin's Gungnir before. It was a terror unique to the first generation, transcending the laws of matter.

The dagger spun and penetrated the skull, and skull fragments and brain tissue splashed radially, but were frozen in mid-air by some force, presenting a strange state.

"■■■■■——"

Fana's screams were no longer within the range of any known creature.

Its skull split into six petals like a blooming pomegranate, and dozens of blood vessel-like tentacles spurted out from the wound.

The surface of these translucent red ropes is covered with suction cups, and in the center of each suction cup there is a miniature human face, which are the faces of countless human dragons.

The tentacles flew around, as if trying to engulf everything in the room.

When Ye Fan retreated violently, he cut off three attacking tentacles, but what spurted out from the broken parts was not blood.

It was some kind of silvery fluid similar to mercury, which immediately vaporized into a red mist with a smell of rust after hitting the ground.