Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan coughed up a mouthful of blood, half-knelt on the ground, and waited for the Dragon Heart to help him recover.

The Dragon Heart was still beating at full speed, its recovery rate a hundred times greater than that of a normal Emperor. In just a few breaths, it would be back to full strength.

As for these few breaths of time, it was naturally Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu who helped him to gain them.

Because the use of the power of "erasure" just now consumed too much of Ananda's mental energy, his physical reaction was slower than before.

Yuan Zhisheng seized the opportunity, rushed forward instantly, and slashed out horizontally!

"Royal Power: Twenty Times Gravity!"

“Boom!” Ananda’s body sank suddenly, the ground collapsed, and its dragon claws were deeply embedded in the concrete.

The figure of Yuan Zhinu flashed like a ghost, and the demon sword Xindu drew a charming purple light and pierced Ananda's neck!

"Dream Tapir: Illusion Prison!"

Countless distorted illusions suddenly appeared before Ananda's eyes, and his movements slowed down for a moment.

"Puchi!" Xindu pierced into the dragon scales and blood gushed out!

"Roar!" Ananda was furious and swung his tail violently. The two brothers Yuan Zhisheng retreated quickly, but the aftermath of the dragon's tail still knocked them back dozens of meters.

There were cracking sounds coming from the arms of both men. Even if it was the emperor's flesh and blood body, even if there were more than 1000 bones in the body that dispersed the impact force at the same time, they could not withstand the whip tail of the first-generation dragon body.

After slapping away the two annoying wild dogs, Ananda wanted to take a breath. Now he had a really splitting headache.

But Ye Fan did not give it a chance to breathe. He flapped his wings and rushed towards Ananda like a cannonball!

"Sword Control: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"

All the metal debris in the ruins instantly floated in the air and turned into countless sharp blades, stabbing at Ananda like a rainstorm!

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

The sound of metal hitting dragon scales was deafening, and Ananda was forced to raise his dragon wings to block, but dozens of sharp blades still pierced his flesh.

"Damn humans!!"

Ananda roared and slapped Ye Fan with his dragon claws.

Ye Fan did not dodge or evade, his right arm turned into a dragon, and he punched out!

"boom--!"

The dragon claw and dragon fist collided, the shock wave exploded, and the ground within a radius of 100 meters cracked instantly!

Ye Fan was knocked back several steps, but the smile on his face deepened.

"Dragon King! Yuan Zhisheng!" he shouted, "Help me freeze it!"

Gen Chisei and Gen Chinu looked at each other and instantly understood his intention.

Both men's bodies had reached their limits, and the next move was the last strength they squeezed out of their bodies.

The two men did not dare to hesitate. They had to use all their strength and could only roar madly, mobilizing all their dragon blood and mental strength.

"Royal Power: Extreme Suppression!" Yuan Zhisheng held the knife in both hands and thrust it into the ground, opening up his entire territory!

Ananda's body suddenly sank, as if pressed by a mountain, and he could not move.

Genji formed seals with her hands, and the golden eyes under the mask burned to the extreme.

"Dream Tapir: Eternal Night Sinking!"

Ananda's eyes suddenly fell into darkness, his spirit was dragged into an endless nightmare, and his movements completely stopped.

The backlash from imprisoning the first generation caused both of them to cough up blood violently, and then collapse to the ground powerlessly.

But both of them were smiling. They believed that when they woke up, the man who appeared inexplicably could perform even more inexplicable feats!

--It's now!

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the dragon blood in his body boiled to the limit.

"Momentary Tenth Stage!"

"Time Zero·Seventy Times Extended!"

Two kinds of spiritual words burst out at the same time!

Moment is a powerful word that can instantly increase the speed of hybrids. What Ye Fan is going to use at this moment is a 10th-level Moment that goes beyond the ordinary, increasing the speed to 1024 times.

Time zero is a magical word that can control time. Ye Fan wants to extend it to 70 times.

Even Ye Fan himself was not sure what kind of terrifying effect would be produced once these two kinds of words were combined.

Around him, the laws of time began to distort, and space underwent subtle shifts. In an instant, a transparent light curtain appeared around him, and the flow of time within the curtain was completely different from that outside.

In this layer of light curtain, Ye Fan's speed instantly increased to more than 8000 times that of normal circumstances!

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. To be exact, time did freeze.

Ye Fan's speed has transcended the constraints of time and reached an ultimate level.

This is the authority that truly touches the core of time, a power that is enough to make the whole world tremble - time stops!

"The world."

Ye Fan looked at the world that seemed to be still and said softly.

For Ye Fan at this moment, the whole world was paused by his brute force and authority!

Because he was using two kinds of spiritual words at the same time, Ye Fan's mental strength was almost overdrawn. In this state, he could only last 5 seconds.

But if it is a posture like that of a world ruler, 5 seconds can be considered as plenty of time, enough to kill a first-generation species.

Ye Fan's posture of walking in solidified time was like an emperor who was silent in time and suddenly came alive to inspect his territory.

His violence was executed with the precision of a work of art, and every swing of his gun was like writing a sonnet about death.

At the moment he pierced Ananda's heart, his other hand gently stroked the dragon's eye sockets that were beginning to petrify. This contradictory action made him look like a traitor who killed the king, and also like a doctor who was closing the eyes of an old friend.

There were still countless scattered ashes on the opponent's body, which were terrifying words that were enough to burn the emperor's body.

But during this period of stagnation, even the power of the most brutal dragon among the dark lords could not hurt Ye Fan in the slightest.

Time starts flowing again.

Ye Fan was still moving forward, with the bronze spear placed sideways behind him, dragon blood dripping from the tip of the spear.

A black sun gathered behind him again, sucking into it all the ashes that Ananda had released before his death.

The two brothers, Gen Chisheng and Gen Chinu, looked up at this scene clearly. Time seemed to have stopped, and there was only that towering figure moving forward in the whole world.

Gentle yet violent, just like the black sun that was collapsing behind him at this moment.

Chapter 110 The Emperor's Return

The dark golden scales faded from Ye Fan's body like a tide, revealing the white skin underneath.

He walked barefoot on the cracked concrete floor, leaving a mark of blood and dust with every step.

Ananda's broken dragon body was just ten steps away, and its twenty-meter-long body was petrifying at a speed visible to the naked eye - this was a unique phenomenon when the first generation of species died.

"I will remember you, human."

Ananda's golden eyes had dimmed like a dying charcoal fire, but they were still fixed on Ye Fan's face.

The dragon's jaws scraped with a grinding sound. "One day, I will come to you. Then I will personally remove your head and let you see the power of a true dragon."

Ye Fan stopped.

He looked down at the once invincible first-generation species, and suddenly raised a bright smile like a young boy.

"I'm very much looking forward to it."

The bronze spear cut through the solidified air, and the dark light flowing on the spear blade dragged a meteor-like trail in the moonlight.

The moment the dragon's head separated from its torso, the petrification phenomenon suddenly accelerated, and gray-white lines spread across the body like a plague.

At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Ye Fan's chest.

Nine dragon-shaped lines awoke beneath his skin, moving like living creatures. The next second, his chest split open like petals, and countless dark golden tentacles erupted, pouncing on Ananda's remains like a swarm of hungry snakes.

"This is...?"

Yuan Zhisheng supported Tongziqi and tried to get up, but he froze in place because of the scene before him.

The tentacles made a creepy sucking sound as they pierced into the dragon's body, and the twenty-meter-long behemoth quickly dissolved as if it were thrown into strong acid.

In just three breaths, only a pool of metallic mucus remained, which was being greedily recovered by the tentacles.

Genji's mask had long been shattered, and now his pale face was filled with horror.

As the Dragon King of the fierce ghosts, he had seen too many alchemical techniques that were beyond common sense, but the scene before him still broke the boundaries of cognition - this man named Ye Fan was actually "eating" dragons!

When the last drop of dragon blood was absorbed, the tentacles retracted into Ye Fan's body. The cracks on his chest healed automatically, and his skin became as smooth as before. Only the nine dragon patterns still glowed faintly.

When he turned around, he found that the two descendants of Genji were staring at him as if he were a monster.

"Don't be so nervous."

"Formally, this is my heart. I call it 'Dragon Heart.'"

Ye Fan knocked on his left chest, and the sound of metal collision made Yuan Zhisheng's pupils shrink suddenly - that was definitely not the sound that a flesh and blood body should make.

"A complete alchemical organ, replacing my original heart." Ye Fan's fingertips moved along the dragon pattern. "It can infinitely improve the purity of bloodline, and by the way...digest some dragon specialties."

Genji suddenly laughed out loud. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his purple-gold pupils gleaming with light:

"So you're not slaying dragons, you're...hunting?"

"It's just a matter of mutual benefit." Ye Fan shrugged. "They want my life, and I take their bodies. It's fair."

The night wind blew away the smoke from the battlefield, and the shadows of the three people stretched out long across the ruins.

The roar of helicopter rotors could be heard in the distance; support from the Executive Division had finally arrived. Genjiro took a few steps back, her figure gradually fading into the shadows.

"tomorrow."

Ye Fan suddenly spoke, his voice clear through the engine noise, "I will come to you to fulfill my promise."

The young man in the shadows paused, then raised his hand and made an ancient gesture, a convention used between samurai during the Heian Period.

"I'm looking forward to it."