Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Sakurai Kogure knelt outside the door, holding a lacquered wooden box in his hands. "Something unusual has happened in the Osaka area."

"I feel it." The source girl chuckled softly, the sound like the clashing of wind chimes. He stepped barefoot across the cold floor, and the silver bells on his ankles tinkled:

"It's Ye-kun dancing... What a gorgeous dragon."

The moment the lacquer box was opened, the temperature in the room dropped sharply.

Inside the box lay a Noh mask—in the shape of a white fox, with red lines at the corners of its eyes that looked like tears of blood.

"Are you going to send out the 'Dragon King'?" Sakurai Kogure lowered his head to tie the belt for him, his fingers trembling.

The moment Minamoto no Chitose put on the mask, all the candles went out with a puff.

In the darkness, his voice suddenly split into two tracks, one half the clear voice of a young man, the other half a kind of inhuman hoarseness:

"The traitors of the Ghost Clan...they should be purged by the Ghost Clan's 'Emperor'..."

When he pushed open the secret door of the secret passage, the moonlight shone on the mask, and the corners of the white fox's mouth curled up strangely.

Amaterasu and Susanoo... rush to the battlefield at the same time!

Chapter 105: Fight between Dark Gold and Scarlet Dragons!!

Ananda looked down at Ye Fan from a high position, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

"Look at you, a tiny mortal, trying to challenge the supreme being. You're simply trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm!"

The voice seemed to come from the darkness of people's hearts, carrying endless contempt, wantonly mocking Ye Fan's weakness and his powerlessness as a human being in front of the first generation of species.

Ye Fan did not retreat at all. His eyes were as firm as iron. He waved his bronze spear and charged towards the terrifying dragon like a fearless knight.

The tip of the gun cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if to tear the dark space apart.

However, the giant dragon in front of him, whose entire body was covered in strange flesh and blood, was much more powerful than he could have imagined.

Its power is at least twice as strong as before, and it is also blessed by the Dragon King-level spiritual power, as if it is a demon of destruction awakened from ancient mythology.

It waved its huge dragon claws, bringing up a gust of wind, and pressed towards Ye Fan like a moving mountain.

Ye Fan was unable to dodge and was knocked away. He slammed into the concrete like a meteor, splashing a lot of dust and gravel.

Ananda looked at Ye Fan trapped in the ruins and laughed wildly.

"Submit, mortal! You are facing the supreme First Generation, the dark lord of the world, the Thousand-Faced Serpent Ananda! Before me, you are but an ant, and your struggle is futile."

After saying that, he slowly licked the blood that splashed on Ye Fan's claws due to his injury.

Even though he was thousands of miles away, he could rely on the instincts of the first generation to savor the bloodline.

But in an instant, Ananda's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief, and he roared angrily:

"What is this? This is the breath of the old king! Why does your blood smell like the old king?!"

His voice echoed in the space, filled with deep fear and dread.

That fellow, ruthlessly abandoned by the times, should have long since been completely submerged in the torrent of history, vanishing without a trace. Yet, why did his presence still linger in this world?!

Ananda roared, as if recalling some horrible past that he could not bear to look back on, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Ye Fan.

You shouldn't own even a tiny bit of his stuff! It shouldn't even exist in this world. It should have been obliterated by time, and you, the one who owns it, will also be buried by history!"

Ananda roared, swung his huge dragon body, and his giant claws, with the power to destroy the world, rushed towards Ye Fan frantically.

Ye Fan stood up from the ruins with difficulty and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his golden eyes were still burning with blazing flames, revealing his fearless determination.

"Do you think you're the only one with a dragon body? Sorry, I have one too!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan's bones all over his body made a series of popping sounds, as dense as frying beans.

His body expanded rapidly, his muscles bulged, and his scales grew rapidly like armor. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dark golden dragon.

Every scale and every bone of this giant dragon has a strange metallic color, shining with the luster of dark gold emperor in the dim light.

This is the dragon body that Jiulongzi reforged for Ye Fan after absorbing the alchemical dragon.

Thanks to the help of powerful alchemical instruments, even though this dragon body is 5 meters smaller than the gray-white and scarlet dragon in front of it, the power it contains is still unparalleled, and its defense is even more terrifying.

Just as the gray-white and scarlet dragon's claws were about to fall, the dark golden dragon suddenly stretched out its claws and accurately grasped the opponent's attack.

In an instant, the air seemed to be ignited, and the shock wave generated by the collision of powerful forces spread out in all directions, blowing away everything around.

The dark golden dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, the sound seemed to be able to tear the sky apart, announcing its arrival to the world.

The collision of dark gold and scarlet exploded above the ruins. The moment the two giant dragons crossed, the shock wave crushed the building wreckage within a radius of 100 meters into powder.

"Submit?" Ye Fan's golden eyes burned in the dark golden dragon head, "Are you worthy?!"

Ananda's scarlet dragon body suddenly twisted into an arc that violated the laws of physics, and three pairs of bone spurs protruded from his spine.

Dense cuneiform characters appeared on the surface of the bone spurs - the same taboo symbols that had previously appeared on the snake's fangs.

When Ye Fan's dragon claws tore the scales on its abdomen, the words suddenly came alive and swam towards the wound.

"■■■■■——"

The ancient dragon characters condensed into black chains in the air, instantly wrapping around the limbs of the Dark Gold Dragon King.

"Damn it! Why is the flesh restricted?"

Ye Fan felt as if mercury was poured into every joint, and the muscle fibers under the dark golden scales made tearing sounds under the heavy load.

"See, this is the difference in authority."

Ananda's voice was mixed with the noise of a baby crying. Countless blood vessels stretched out from the torn wound on its abdomen, roughly binding its skin and flesh like sutures.

"You think you can fight the First Generation with just a stolen dragon body?"

Ye Fan suddenly opened his dragon mouth, and a bright white light appeared deep in the dark golden throat.

Ananda's thousands of eyeballs shrank at the same time - that was the opening move of Word Spirit·Jun Yan, but the energy fluctuations brewing were far beyond the normal range.

"Sword Control!"

Following this roar, the metal debris stuck in various places in the ruins shot up into the sky.

The steel bars severed by Blood Drinker, the twisted experimental equipment, and even the gas pipelines buried deep underground were all melted into streams of red iron under the power of the King of Bronze and Fire.

These metallic liquids weaved into 36,000 swords as thin as cicada wings in the air, and each blade reflected the vertical pupils of the Dark Gold Dragon King.

Ananda's tentacles suddenly stiffened.

It recognized the technique—in the fifth century AD, the prince who had rebelled against the dragon clan had used the same method to create a metal storm in the Cassel Valley.

He was really shocked to see that the human beings before him had reached such an extent in using the spirit of words.

"Thunder Pool!"

The second spiritual word followed.

What fell from the clouds was not lightning, but a giant bluish-white tree made of pure ionized dragon characters.

These branch-like energy bodies precisely connected to the hilt of each sword, injecting thunderous power into the metal storm.

"it's useless!"

Ananda's sternum suddenly cracked, revealing a thousand-faced snake statue embedded in the place of his heart.

Each face of the statue was chanting dragon text of a different pitch, and these notes formed visible ripples in the air.

That symbolizes erasure in ancient dragon script.

This is the power of "revoke words" unique to the first generation.

Wherever the ripples passed, the rain of lightning swords disappeared like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

Chapter 106: Desperate fight, the arrival of two emperors!

Ananda didn't notice.

Seven transparent wind swords were forming behind Ye Fan - they were pure oxygen crystals controlled by "Sword Control" and plasma weapons created with the residual power of "Thunder Pool".

What kind of words could be preserved after the first generation was abolished?

Of course, that was using the Word Spirit to resist the Word Spirit.

The moment seven streams of azure light pierced through the dragon's body, Ananda's roar shattered the glass curtain wall within a radius of three kilometers.

It looked down at the silver-white blood gushing out from the seven penetrating wounds on its chest—that was the "divine blood" unique to the first generation, and every drop contained enough dragon genes to contaminate an entire city.

"Discipline!"

Ye Fan’s third word finally broke the suppression of “revoke”.

The supreme power derived from the Black King's bloodline forcibly rewrote the rules, and the air between the two dragons suddenly became denser than neutron star matter.

Ananda was shocked to find that the power of the first generation seed that he had transmitted from thousands of miles away was being blocked by something. It was an extremely profound word spirit!

"Now it's fair."

The Dark Gold Dragon's wings were fully stretched, and an alchemical matrix emerged on the wing membrane, which was the same as the one in the Bronze City mural.

"Let's settle this the old-fashioned way: a fight between dragons!"

Wherever the dragon's tail swept, the upper half of the twelve-story ruins was neatly cut off.

Ananda's scarlet body flew backwards like a cannonball, crashing through seven concrete buildings before finally coming to a stop.

When he struggled to get up, he found that a dark golden figure was already looming over his head.

The pure collision of flesh set off a Category 12 hurricane.

When the dark golden dragon claws tore open the scarlet wing membrane, Ye Fan smelled the scent of rotten jasmine - that was the unique smell of Ananda's body.

In response, the scarlet dragon's tail's bone hammer slammed heavily onto the dark gold spine, and the shock wave created spider-web-like cracks on the surface.

"The old king should have been exterminated long ago!"

Ananda's vocal cords suddenly changed into a female voice. It clamped Ye Fan's throat with its front claws, and pierced its hind claws deep into the dark golden dragon's belly:

"You and your bloodline should be nailed to the pillar of shame in history!"

In severe pain, the edges of Ye Fan's vision began to turn red.

He felt that the dragon body forged by Jiulongzi was disintegrating - the alchemical circuits under the dark golden scales were corroded by some more ancient power.