Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"Senior Brother Chu!"

As soon as Lu Mingfei arrived, he saw Chu Zihang playing with the suicide infantry. Seeing that his body was about to fall down, he quickly used the Word Spirit to lift him up again.

"Word Spirit, Eye of the Wind King!"

A whirlwind suddenly appeared in the air, carrying Chu Zihang on it, but had no effect on him.

Lu Mingfei quickly floated to Chu Zihang's side, looked at the burnt black and scarred skin on his body, and immediately cast a water therapy spell on him.

"Are you okay, Brother Chu?"

After hydrotherapy treatment, Chu Zihang's condition improved a lot. Although he couldn't recover to his peak condition in a short time, it didn't affect the battle.

"I'm fine. Why did you come back? Didn't I tell you to evacuate first?"

Chu Zihang's voice was a little hoarse, like the howl of a wild beast, and his eyes were fixed on Odin who had returned to the Pegasus. The violent explosion just now did not cause any effect on him. Even his white robe was not burned, and there was not even a trace left. Chu Zihang could not help but feel a huge gap.

"Of course I'm here to help you. I don't have the habit of being a deserter."

As Lu Mingfei spoke, the eight-sided Han sword in his hand made a crisp sound, and the alchemical formation was activated. The dragon soul inside turned into a gauntlet that wrapped half of his forearm. At the same time, the feeling of being able to use his own arms as if they were his own fingers once again surged into Lu Mingfei's mind.

"Well, be careful then."

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei and didn't say much. He was not a person who was good at expressing himself. He just kept Lu Mingfei's kindness in his heart. When Lu Mingfei needed help in the future, he would naturally spare no effort. Of course, the premise of all this was that they could leave here alive.

Odin, who was not far away, seemed to sense some breath. His originally calm golden eyes began to fluctuate, gradually becoming more spirited, and an inexplicable aura emanated from his body.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, Chu Zihang."

Odin's one eye cast his gaze on Chu Zihang. His face, tightly wrapped in a shroud, showed no expression, but his tone was full of sighs.

"You still remember me."

Chu Zihang looked at Odin without fear, the burning fire in his eyes still burning fiercely, even more vigorously.

"Of course, you have the mark I left on you. Well, on that rainy night four years ago, your father helped you to survive, giving you the opportunity to still stand in front of me."

Odin didn't care at all, as if he was just narrating a trivial matter.

"How is my father?"

Chu Zihang's face was calm, but the hand holding the knife was shaking slightly.

"Have you already got the answer to your discomfort? What S-rank? Ridiculous. A half-blood is as weak as an ant in front of a real dragon king. What's ridiculous is that he really thought he was the one holding me back. Before he died, he said his son would avenge him. How could the Nibelungen be opened without my permission?"

Odin's tone was inexplicable. It was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or something else, but it was definitely not a friendly tone.

"He seems to be deliberately provoking you, Brother Chu, don't be fooled."

Lu Mingfei looked at Odin who was hiding tightly on the opposite side, and then looked at Chu Zihang whose face was still calm. He always had a strange feeling that Odin seemed to be deliberately provoking Chu Zihang, but he didn't know what good it would do for him. But the only thing that was certain was that he just had to prevent Odin from succeeding in what he wanted to do.

"I know. You find a chance to evacuate later and I'll hold him back. The two of us are no match for Odin. You are the only S-level in the school. The task of slaying the dragon depends on you. You can't stay here."

Chu Zihang spoke in a calm tone, but an ugly smile appeared on his stiff face. Although it was not obvious under the cover of scales, it was still visible.

"It's bad! Chu Zihang doesn't want to live anymore!"

Lu Mingfei saw the relief, determination, and desperate madness in Chu Zihang's shining golden eyes.

"Brother Chu, calm down. He might be lying to you. He is just trying to anger you. Don't fall for his trick!"

Lu Mingfei stepped forward and held Chu Zihang's hand, but was gently pushed away by the latter.

"You know, my dad is a driver for a big boss. He has never achieved much. He relied on his smooth talk to deceive my mom. Although our life is not rich, it is acceptable. Later, when I was born, life became a little tight, but it was also happy. Although my mom often complained that my dad was incompetent, I know she was just talking casually. If it weren't for that day, we would probably have continued to live a happy and stable life like this."

As Chu Zihang spoke, he couldn't help but smile, as if he was recalling the good old days in the past, but the golden pupils in his eyes gradually dimmed and eventually went out, revealing his long-lost brown pupils. On the contrary, his aura became stronger and stronger, even so strong that Lu Mingfei felt a little pressured.

"You should go first. You can't participate in the next battle."

Chu Zihang smiled at Lu Mingfei again, and his gaze fell on Odin, who was looking at the two of them with interest.

"If I don't avenge my father's murder, I'm unworthy of being his father. Let's put an end to it today."

After saying that, a pair of black flesh wings suddenly grew out of thin air on Chu Zihang's naked back, which were basically the same as those of a dragon. The flesh wings flapped slightly, and took him away from the coverage of Lu Mingfei's spiritual words.

"Fourth degree, bloody!"

Chu Zihang let out a low roar, and his aura reached its peak, even vaguely able to compete with Odin on the opposite side. The Murasame in his hand let out a wail, quickly turned red, and finally a layer of blue-purple flame ignited on the sword. Under the blessing of the fourth blood burst, the dragon blood in Chu Zihang's body has exceeded the limit, and his body has irreversibly transformed into a dragon, but the huge power it brought at the same time also allowed him to successfully break through the limit of the Word Spirit, and was able to attach flames to the weapon.

"Is this your limit? It's still a little short, but it's enough!"

Odin's one eye shone brightly, as if he had discovered some treasure. His burning gaze looked around Chu Zihang's body, which was beginning to look more like a dragon, as if he was making some kind of assessment.

"Are you almost there? Then let's give it a try."

Chu Zihang responded calmly, and the flesh wings behind him shook. The whole person shot towards Odin at a rapid speed like an arrow shot from a bow. The flaming sword in his hand drew a mark in the air and slashed towards Odin fiercely.

"Brother Chu, I hate it when a story is only told halfway. Isn't this just trying to keep people on suspense?"

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang who left a black shadow in the air, and couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile, and rushed towards Odin.