Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan held Caesar's hand, and both of their knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

"It's been a pleasure working with you."

Ye Fan said with a smile.

Just then, the bell for the end of get out of class rang again, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

Chapter 125: Riot at the Hall of Heroes!

The students watching seemed to wake up from their dreams and made way for the scene.

Ye Fan stuffed the metal box into Caesar's hand, nodded to Selina, then calmly walked through the crowd and headed towards the library.

His back looked particularly tall and straight in the sunlight, and his blue and white school uniform jacket swayed gently with his steps.

Behind them, Selina and Caesar looked at each other and saw the complicated emotions in each other's eyes.

They are all the most outstanding members of the younger generation of their respective families, but in front of this S-level, even the scorching sun hanging high in the sky will pale in comparison.

Selina's white hair fluttered in the wind as she led Ye Fan through the oldest building complex of Kassel Academy.

The setting sun followed behind the two of them and finally stopped in front of a Gothic spire building - Valhalla, the headquarters of the Lionheart Society for a hundred years.

"Right here."

Selina pushed open the heavy oak door, and the lion head statue on the bronze door knocker glowed coldly in the twilight.

The bronze gate of Valhalla slammed shut behind Ye Fan, and five hundred pairs of golden eyes flickered like sparks in the dim hall.

Ye Fan walked slowly towards the central platform, his military boots stepping on the ancient marble floor, and every step caused the hanging weapon rack to tremble slightly.

His demeanor had completely transformed, shocking even Selina, who was following behind him. It was as if he had suddenly transformed from a refined scholar into a ruthless dictator.

"Everyone."

His voice was soft, but it pierced through all whispers like a sword.

When Ye Fan stood on the podium engraved with the epic poem of slaying a dragon, the crystal chandeliers in the dome suddenly lit up, enveloping him in a holy beam of light.

The man walked to the middle of the platform. He clearly didn't know the people in front of him, but at this moment he started his speech naturally, as if he had known them for a long time.

"There are two paths before us."

Ye Fan unbuttoned his school uniform jacket, revealing a black stand-up collar shirt embroidered with dragon patterns.

"Either continue to cling to outdated traditions and wait for the end like docile sheep; or—"

He suddenly raised his hand, and the Blood Drinking Sword at his waist automatically unsheathed three inches. The cold light reflected from the bronze blade swept across the entire venue.

"Join me in rewriting the history of mixed-bloods!"

The Word Spirit·Dream Tapir was activated silently at this moment.

Invisible spiritual fluctuations spread from Ye Fan as the center, and the pupils of more than 500 students contracted simultaneously. The flame of the chandelier suddenly solidified, and the entire space and time seemed to be paused.

"Look around you!"

Ye Fan’s voice exploded directly in everyone’s mind.

Dreams and reality began to overlap - countless translucent images emerged on the ancient stone walls: the first generation of Lionheart Society members fighting a dragon on the top of a snowy mountain; Principal Ange's single-handed challenge to the third generation in Hamburg Port when he was young; there was even an unprecedented illusion of the King of Bronze and Fire raining down divine punishment on the ancient city of Chang'an.

A freshman in the student union suddenly fell to his knees. He saw the scene of his grandfather being torn to pieces by Deadpool during World War II. The female sniper of the Lionheart Society covered her mouth. She witnessed herself piercing the Dragon King's eyes in a future battle.

Everyone's memory and future are materialized under the influence of the Word Spirit, and the entire Valhalla becomes a theater that spans time and space.

"This is our fate!"

Ye Fan opened his arms, his golden eyes were as bright as the sun.

All the illusions suddenly converged and condensed into twelve tornado-like blood-red light pillars surrounding him.

"Either live forever by slaying dragons, or perish by cowardice!"

Caesar's Dickert suddenly fell to the ground - the proud nobleman saw himself kneeling on the ruins in an illusion, holding the gradually cooling body of a black-haired girl in his arms.

Selina's white hair moved without wind, and she was experiencing a future battle from a first-person perspective: she was covered in blood but held the dragon head high, with Ye Fan's sky-covering bone wings spread out behind her.

"I am taking over two societies today, not for power."

The illusion suddenly changed, showing nine dragon coffins suspended in the vast starry sky. "It's because the Doomsday Bell has rung!"

As Ye Fan spoke, all the illusions suddenly shattered into billions of light points. These light points recombined to form a huge projection of the earth under the dome.

"The resurgence of dragons is only the beginning. One day their king will return: the black dragon, the destroyer of worlds, our nemesis!"

Ye Fan pointed his sword at the sky, and the Earth's projection suddenly cracked, revealing a black dragon curled up at the core:

"When this Supreme One opened his eyes, were you still fighting for club rankings? Worrying about course credits?"

"No, this is definitely not what we should do! There are more things worth doing, and there are more things we need to do!!"

The effect of the Word Spirit reaches its peak at this moment.

Half of the students were already in tears but were completely unaware. Several elite juniors clutched their clothes tightly at their chests, as if their hearts were being gripped by invisible hands.

Caesar knelt on one knee, his long platinum hair falling to cover his distorted face - he was enduring a tremor spanning thousands of years coming from deep in his blood.

"I don't want obedience!"

Ye Fan suddenly sheathed his sword, and all illusions vanished. As everyone gasped as if waking from a dream, his real speech had just begun:

"I want a warrior! A madman who dares to plunge a folding knife into the heart of the Dragon King! A madman who can still pull the trigger under the dragon's might!"

His voice grew louder and louder, until every syllable made the stained glass windows hum:

"From this day forward, the Lionheart Club and the Student Council will share all resources. Every Wednesday at 4:00 AM, I want everyone in the fighting arena—including you, Caesar Gattuso."

The blond nobleman who was named looked up suddenly, only to see Ye Fan standing in front of him at some point, with flames of bronze and red dancing on his outstretched palm.

"Hit me with your Dick Tudo."

Ye Fan's voice suddenly became gentle:

"Let me see how capable my future partner is."

The air in the entire hall froze.

Caesar's fingertips trembled three centimeters away from the hilt, and his ice-blue pupils reflected the strange flame - it was a raging rage.

Even though he knew that what he saw in the illusion was fake, it filled his chest with burning rage!

"I will."

Caesar suddenly smiled, and this smile made his handsome face glow with unprecedented brilliance.

He held Ye Fan's hand, stood up, and turned to face everyone:

"From today on, the Student Union will follow President Ye's lead!"

Selina's white hair suddenly stood up, and she let out a war cry that was not human:

"All members of the Lionheart Club! Meet the new leader!"

The clanging sound of more than 500 sharp swords being unsheathed at the same time resounded through the sky.

When the metal jungle composed of sharp blades all pointed at Ye Fan, a huge alchemical matrix suddenly emerged from the ground of Valhalla. It was that Ye Fan had just laid out.

It is used to highlight his supreme glory at the moment and win back more people's hearts.

Ye Fan stood in the center of the matrix, the Blood Drinking Sword fully unsheathed. Wherever the sword pointed, the students spontaneously made way for him.

At the end of the passage is the main entrance of Valhalla. At this moment, heavy rain is pouring outside the gate. Lightning casts Ye Fan's figure on the wall. The outline is that of a king with dragon wings spread out!

Chapter 126 Building Power

"Remember this day."

Ye Fan's voice came mixed with thunder:

"When future generations record the most glorious era of the hybrid race, each of you—" the tip of the sword slashed through everyone present, "will be the protagonist written in bold and colorful ink!"

When the last lightning went out, Ye Fan's figure had disappeared.

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The Lionheart Society's library was located on the third floor underground of the Hall of Heroes. After passing through three bronze doors engraved with dragon characters, Ye Fan saw a space comparable to a small library.

Ancient parchment scrolls were neatly arranged on ebony shelves, and alchemical lamps cast a faint blue glow.

"Right here." Selina lit the torch on the wall. "The research notes of all the Lionheart Guild Masters are all on the innermost side."

The female warrior looked at Ye Fan's figure and only then realized her previous loss of composure.

"Did you really mean what you just said, or was it some weird demonic speech?"

Selina asked in a troubled tone. She was really excited by the other party's words.

"Whatever you think it is, that's what it is. What I say is not important. What is important is how you think and act."

Ye Fan walked straight to the crystal cabinet at the deepest part.

His fingers rested on the glass surface for a moment, and then he suddenly exerted force—the bulletproof-grade tempered glass shattered like thin ice.

This scene made Selina's pupils shrink slightly.

"Manuscript of Bloodline Refining Technology..."

Ye Fan unfolded a roll of yellowed parchment, and the words written in dragon blood ink glowed faintly in the firelight.

His eyes quickly swept over the complex dragon text diagrams, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

Selina stood in the shadows, watching Ye Fan flipping through the forbidden book eagerly.

His reading speed was astonishing, he could read ten lines at a glance, and his slender fingers would occasionally outline some dragon symbols in the air.

When Ye Fan turned to the page recording "violent blood", his golden eyes suddenly became as bright as the sun.

"I see..."

Ye Fan muttered to himself. The dragon heart in his body began to beat faster. The newly acquired knowledge instantly increased the efficiency of bloodline conversion.

It's about 20% faster.

The words on the parchment seemed to come alive, reorganizing on his retina into a more optimized bloodline refining path.