Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

But what is even more terrifying is the erosion on the spiritual level. Ananda's thousands of eyeballs are grafting the spiritual pollution of the first generation through their sight.

"Your struggle reminds me of Sigurd of Northern Europe, once my enemy and a powerful follower of the old king."

Ananda's tongue suddenly stretched out and licked the blood oozing from Ye Fan's eyes:

"He turned to dust in the end, and all those who oppose us will turn to dust!"

The dark golden dragon pupil suddenly burst out with a strong light like the sun.

Ye Fan used up his last bit of strength to bite the tongue, and the black flames bursting out from between the dragon's teeth flowed into the enemy's body through the mouth.

The two entangled dragons smashed to the ground like a crashed spacecraft, and the shock wave flattened all the buildings within a radius of 500 meters.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a crater with a diameter of two hundred meters appeared in the center of the ruins.

Only the upper half of Ananda's scarlet body remained, and the thousand-faced snake statue was shattered into powder.

Ye Fan's dark golden dragon body was fading - first the claws returned to human form, then the torso, and finally only the right arm and right cheek were still covered with dragon scales.

He staggered to his feet, his broken dragon wings drooping behind him, dark gold blood pooling in puddles at his feet.

When I looked up, I saw that Ananda's body was reassembling itself - the pieces of flesh were being pulled together as if by invisible threads.

"it's a pity."

The reconstructing piece of meat sighed:

"If you were truly a follower of the old king and had received his blessing, I should be the one to die here. But unfortunately, the old king will not come to help you. He has long been lost in history."

Ye Fan's golden pupils suddenly went out.

He fell to his knees and heard the roar of a helicopter in the distance.

In the blurred vision, Yuan Zhisheng's black-sheathed long sword was being unsheathed, and the blade light cut through the dawn mist like a crescent moon.

The moment the helicopter door opened, a force 12 gale rushed into the cabin.

Gen Chisei's black windbreaker rustled in the storm, and the painting of "The Great Wave off Kanagawa" lining the hem surged with indigo waves in the sunlight. The dragon shadows hidden in the waves seemed to be about to break out of the silk.

He looked down and saw that on the broken earth, the half-dragon Ye Fan was retreating step by step under Ananda's attack, and dragon blood splashed on the scorched earth, forming a shocking totem.

"It's time to go."

he said softly.

The movement of stepping forward was as solemn as a samurai stepping onto the stage of a decisive battle, and the Spider Cutting and Boy Cutting swords made clear sounds in their scabbards.

"Royal power, twenty times the weight."

When he jumped from a height of three thousand meters, the domain expanded at the acceleration of free fall.

The air twisted and deformed under the influence of super gravity, and all the raindrops around Yuan Zhisheng's falling trajectory solidified into crystal beads.

This wasn't a simple manipulation of gravity, but rather the embodiment of the power of the mythical "Spear of the Swamp of Heaven" that held the vast ocean in place. Each of those water droplets suspended in the air reflected his burning golden eyes.

The Spider Cut and the Boy Cut hummed in his hands, and the sunlight reflected from the blades looked like broken diamonds.

Gen Chisei adjusted his posture, and the most orthodox Japanese swordsmanship awakened in his hands. Every slash was as solemn as a Shinto sacrifice.

At this moment, he is not only the successor of Amaterasu, but also the agent of the sun god who descended to the world.

As Ananda lifted up the broken dragon head, he saw the sun obscured by a dark shadow.

Yuan Zhisheng's falling figure left a burning afterimage on its retina, like the fire trail left by a meteorite passing through the atmosphere.

Even more terrifying was the invisible pressure that came with it. Its new flesh and blood made a tearing sound under the heavy burden, and seventeen ribs cracked at the same time.

"Amaterasu no Mikoto: The Secret of Shinto Munenryu—"

The scabbard of Spider Cutter suddenly burst, and the dark red blade absorbed all the sunlight the moment it was unsheathed, dragging the area with a radius of 100 meters into the light and shadow of dusk.

Huang's physical quality is enough to make the speed of each of Yuan Zhisheng's swords comparable to the ninth-level instant that Inuyama He had to exhaust all his strength to achieve.

This is an Iai Slash that exceeds the limits of human vision. The vacuum zone created by the blade cutting through the air will shatter all the concrete fragments along the way into powder.

In Ananda's vertical pupils, this sword was broken down into 3,600 frames, and in each frame Gennochi's posture was slightly different - as if 3,600 Amaterasu were swinging the sword at the same time.

Meanwhile, the golden Lamborghini was rolling through the burning beech forest.

This supercar worth 300 million yen was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and the paint scraped against the branches, making a harsh sound.

In the passenger seat, a light laugh could be heard from beneath Genjiro's mask.

"Brother is always so impatient."

The moment the car speed reached 200 miles per hour, he kicked open the door and jumped out.

The moment his clogs shattered the windshield, the demonic sword "Shinto" was unsheathed. His kimono sleeves spread out like the wings of a night moth, and his golden eyes lit up with an eerie light behind his Noh mask.

Every step left a violet afterimage in the air, as if rushing to the battlefield on an invisible moon bridge.

Chapter 107 The bond of fate, the demon sword and the famous sword!

Ananda suddenly raised his head. As a direct descendant of the Black King Nidhogg, his perception of the White King's bloodline was more acute than any other dragon.

At this moment, its scarlet vertical pupils reflected two approaching figures at the same time—

A black meteor fell from the sky, and the royal domain caused the asphalt road within a radius of 100 meters to collapse and form spider-web-like cracks.

Purple ghosts flicker at the edge of the woods, and spiritual elements are weaving deadly dreams.

This pair of fateful brothers actually formed a perfect tactical coordination at this moment: one imprisoned the body, the other paralyzed the spirit.

The clanging sound of three swords being unsheathed at the same time tore through the air.

"Amaterasu!"

When the first sword cut into the dragon's neck, Ananda heard the wail of his own cervical vertebrae.

The chrysanthemum emblem on the spider knife's handle glowed with a bloody light. This famous demon-slaying weapon inherited from the Fujiwara clan was frantically sucking dragon blood.

But the real killer move was the Doujikiri Yasutsuna that followed closely behind. The katana that had cut off Shuten Douji's head slashed towards the dragon's horns with the power of divine punishment.

"clang--!"

The roar of metal collision made all the broken glass on the ruins jump three feet high.

The moment Ananda used the tip of his claws to hold the boy's knife, the vascular tentacles wrapped around his claws suddenly withered - he was shocked to find that the knife was coated with some kind of alchemical potion that could suppress the dragon genes.

Almost at the same time, the roar of the Lamborghini's engine pierced the battlefield.

The dark blue supercar rushed through the burning woods at a speed of 200 yards, and the car doors opened like wings under the action of centrifugal force.

The supercar slammed into the gray-white and scarlet dragon's body at a speed of over two hundred yards per hour, directly breaking Ananda's control over his body.

The giant dragon's body flew backwards, but the two emperors' pincer attack followed closely!

"Susanoo: Yinliu Secret Sword——"

Minamoto no Chitose's voice split into two voices behind the mask, and the long sword "Shinto" slipped out from the sleeve of her kimono, emitting an eerie purple light.

Wherever this demon sword, tempered with hundreds of years of resentment from fierce ghosts, passed, countless crying ghost faces appeared in the air.

When Ananda's golden eyes met these ghosts, his mental picture was suddenly pulled into eternal night - this was the spiritual pollution blessed by the "Dream Tapir".

"Yellow Spring!"

The young girl sighed softly.

The trajectory of Xindu slashing into the dragon's neck is truly artistic.

The blade moved along the gaps between the scales, as precise as a snake's tongue licking the weak points of its prey.

Ananda felt something cold penetrating his nerves through the wound. It was the "God-killing Poison" developed by the fierce ghosts, a neurotoxin that could amplify the pain of dragons a hundred thousand times.

The cooperation between the two emperors is perfect.

The royal domain of Yuan Zhisheng suppresses the body, and the spiritual illusion of Yuan Zhinu imprisons the mind.

"You...filthy...traitorous blood-spawn!"

Ananda's vocal cords festered under the influence of the toxin, and his voice became unclear.

Its severed dragon horn suddenly exploded, and the flying bone fragments formed a miniature alchemical matrix in the air.

This was the last resort for the first generation to preserve this body. Every bone fragment was engraved with the dragon script of "cocooning".

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly turned around and retreated, and Tongzi drew a perfect circle in front of him.

The shadows of the Shinto ritual ropes used in the purification ceremony emerged from the air cut by the blade, and these ropes made of light intercepted all the flying fragments.

The source girl rushed to the dragon's chest and stabbed the thousand-faced snake statue embedded between the ribs - the core of the entire alchemical matrix.

"Damn you fools! Now I'll show you... true power!"

Ananda roared. He never thought that he would be humiliated by humans one after another.

The earth suddenly shook violently.

With Ananda as the center, all the asphalt roads within a one-kilometer radius liquefied, and these black sticky substances rose into the air to form countless spikes.

Even more terrifying is the dark red liquid gushing out from the ground - that is groundwater contaminated by dragon blood, and every drop is highly corrosive.

"careful!"

Gen Chisheng plunged the spider blade into the ground, and the blade glowed with golden light like the rising sun.

The royal power was attached to it and swung forward with Minamoto no Chisei's slash.

Wherever the light reached, the asphalt spikes vaporized. But a few drops of dragon blood still broke through the defense, corroding the hem of his windbreaker into honeycomb-like holes.

But Yuan Zhinu smiled.

Under his mask, on a face that resembled his brother by seven points, mandala patterns appeared in his golden eyes.

These patterns spread across the blade of the Xindu sword like living things, dyeing the entire sword a gorgeous crimson.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the person opposite him wearing a fox mask, not knowing whether it was a man or a woman.

The mouth under the other person's mask seemed to be saying something to him.

But he couldn't hear clearly, yet he seemed to hear clearly...

In a trance, he seemed to see his 7-year-old brother, who was smiling and waving at him with a provocative look on his face.

"Brother, do you remember the games we played when we were little?"