Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Norton House.

The Dragon Kings maintained their superior stance, and their terrifying strength was evident even from their posture alone.

The spacious ballroom echoed with Ye Jingchen's questions to the crowd.

Ye Jingchen's golden eyes suddenly lit up, like lava surging beneath a layer of ice.

The chandelier on the Norton Hall dome shattered into millions of starlight in his pupils, each reflecting the comical faces of the Kassel College students struggling to breathe—fear, and the oppressive aura emanating from the bloodlines of several dragon kings.

Li Wuyue stood behind Ye Jingchen and subconsciously took a half step back. Under the black trench coat that Ye Jingchen had draped over her, her newly formed snow-white skin was covered with fine gray dragon scales. Each scale was tightly pressed together like an eyelid—this was a self-protective instinct engraved in her genes.

No one dared to look Ye Jingchen in the eye, and no one dared to answer his questions.

They were high-class mixed-race individuals, gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and ladies in gorgeous pleated skirts.

Asking them to drink red wine, sing, and dance is within their capabilities, but asking them to face Mount Tai head-on is something they simply cannot do.

Although Caesar could clearly sense the extraordinary bloodlines of the guys around Ye Jingchen, he did not act as dejected as the other students at Kassel College.

Those who know Caesar's background know that his lineage was not as bad as it seemed.

Below the King of the Arctic and Ice, he is a near-invincible being.

"The Word of Power and the Commandment seem to have been lifted, everyone, don't be afraid!"

Caesar's golden hair moved freely over his shoulders without any wind.

Holding a silver Desert Eagle, he walked past the group of half-bloods with their heads down and headed straight for Ye Jingchen and the others.

"You are not welcome here!" Caesar stared directly into Ye Jingchen's eyes.

Caesar's index finger was already on the trigger of the Desert Eagle.

He could clearly hear the pride surging in his veins, the restlessness of the Kamaitachi that the Gattuso family had raised for a thousand years.

But when Ye Jingchen's gaze swept over the Dick Tudor Medal on his chest, the invisible wind demons suddenly fell silent, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs.

"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you and talk about right and wrong." Ye Jingchen looked down at Caesar with utter contempt. "If you can lift this Desert Eagle in front of me, I'll turn around and leave right now."

"Oh, really?" Caesar's emerald green eyes gleamed. He had used this silver Desert Eagle for a long time and had a clear understanding of the weight of firearms. Ye Jingchen's statement was simply asking for trouble.

At least that's what Caesar thinks now.

Caesar slowly raised his wrist, and all the Kassel College half-bloods behind him turned their gazes to the silver Desert Eagle in Caesar's hand!

In an instant, Caesar's face flushed red!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift the Desert Eagle in his hand even an inch, as if it were frozen on the titanium alloy steel plate!

Constantine looked up at Norton and reached out to tug at Norton's hand. "Brother, it's Word of Power: Sword Control."

Norton nodded, confirming Constantine's statement, "That's right. In the instant that blond-haired, blue-eyed kid flipped his wrist, Ye Jingchen used the Word of Power: Sword Control to activate our authority against the silver Desert Eagle."

Actually, controlling this pistol to fly up and fall is not difficult, but keeping it perfectly still in mid-air like this requires more consideration.

"If the power is too great, the Silver Desert Eagle will fall to the ground; if the power is too small, Caesar will lift it up."

Fenrir, standing next to Constantine, naturally overheard the brothers' conversation. He wasn't some tech geek who didn't care about technology, and scratched the spiky short hair on the back of his head. "Why think so much? Just slap him and nothing will happen."

Constantine: “…”

Norton: “…”

Jormungandr heard his brother's brilliant remark, raised his hand to his forehead, and shook his head helplessly.

Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of the dragon kings around him, Fenrir raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and asked in astonishment, "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

With the Dragon Kings' gazes all focused on Caesar, the students of Kassel College finally had a chance to catch their breath, and they were all panting heavily.

Susie looked at Qilan beside her and asked softly, "Qilan, do you know why President Caesar still hasn't been able to lift his pistol after all this time?"

Qi Lan pouted, nodded, and slid one hand across her eyes, her golden pupils glowing slightly. "Let me see!"

With a soft "plop!"

A trickle of blood spurted from Qi Lan's eyes. He had suffered the backlash of the Word of Foresight. Some characters who are too powerful cannot be predicted at will.

In that instant, the whites of Qi Lan's eyes were instantly covered with tiny, bright red blood vessels, and they ruptured instantly, spurting out blood!

He stumbled and was about to fall to the ground.

Susie reached out and grabbed Qilan's arm. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Qi Lan raised her hand to cover her eyes, "I don't understand, why..."

"Are you questioning why the Dragon King needs to explain himself to ants?" Norton suddenly laughed, finding Chilan's words amusing.

The alchemical matrix emitted a bluish-gray halo beneath Norton's feet.

The flickering flames at Constantine's fingertips illuminated the portraits of dragon slayers on the walls of the Norton House, the eyes of the Adams family ancestors, as if red gold resin were flowing onto the charred canvas.

"Brother, they are all too weak. I find it hard to understand why the great Dragon Kingdom could be overthrown by such fire-stealers?"

Upon hearing Constantine's question, a faint trace of sadness flashed in Norton's eyes. He reached out and stroked his brother's head. "Constantine, our great race will not be easily overthrown by external forces."

His destiny has come to an end.

The decline of the dragon race began from within…

Fenrir wasn't impressed by the philosophical pronouncements of the two tech-geek brothers, and he suddenly twitched his nostrils.

Fenrir sensed a bronze jar hidden thirty meters underground. The dragon embryos, soaked in formalin, were awakened after sensing the Dragon King's bloodline and were frantically pounding against the glass wall!

Jormungandr pressed down on his brother's trembling wrist, his nails digging deep into his newly bought baseball jersey, which Ye Jingchen had bought with his card at a Chicago supermarket, the tag still bearing the red "$19.99" discount price tag. "Brother, don't do anything rash!"

Li Wuyue's throat bobbed up and down. She could feel the black trench coat Ye Jingchen had draped over her shoulders, still carrying the sandalwood scent unique to the White King's bloodline. This scent reminded her of the White Temple recorded in the Ice Sea Remnant.

When she caught a glimpse of the miniature dragon on the Order of Caesar out of the corner of her eye, some dormant gene suddenly awakened:

That was the Black King's bloodline's instinctive killing intent towards the White King's nemesis.

Li Wuyue calmed down and looked at Ye Jingchen again, but she couldn't see any trace of the White King. She thought to herself, "Could I have been deceived? No, if I have been deceived, then were Norton, Constantine, Jormungandr, and Fenrir, the four Dragon Kings, also deceived by Ye Jingchen?"

Li Wuyue's gaze was fixed on the back of Ye Jingchen's head, her inner monologue: "I know clearly that there's a 99% chance he's not the White King, but I don't dare gamble on that 1%..."

Li Wuyue silently approached Jormungandr, believing that since she was now in a female body, she would not be rejected by Jormungandr. She thought to herself, "Norton is a wrathful and arrogant monarch, and he may not even bother to speak to me. Jormungandr should be easier to talk to."

Li Wuyue: "Is Ye Jingchen the White King's envoy? Jormungandr, can you tell me why you are all following him?"

"Please, this is work time. Please call me Xia Mi, okay?" Jormungandr rolled his eyes when he heard Li Wuyue's words. "Let me be frank with you, now that the White King is the boss's wife, I advise you to stop having any ulterior motives, lest you get hung up and have your feet slapped later."

"Young Master! Word of Power: Dustless Land!" Percy's Dustless Land instantly unfolded!

The Wind King's domain collapsed the instant it touched Ye Jingchen's clothes.

Dragon blood began to seep from Percy's left eye, and the last image that appeared on his retina was Ye Jingchen's indifferent glance at him.

The students collectively fell into delirium.

Susie saw herself transformed into a cocoon on a giant bronze tree, while Chu Zihang's Murasame was dissecting her chest.

In Qi Lan's prophetic vision, the Throne of the Ice Sea appeared, and Ye Jingchen's reflection was devouring the Black King's crown;

Caesar's Order of Dictator melted into gold and branded an inverted cross onto the back of his hand.

"Do you understand now?" Ye Jingchen's sigh resonated with the dragon script, and the patterns of ancient bronze pillars began to appear on the floor of the Norton Pavilion.

Constantine's flames suddenly turned pale.

The embryos that had been struggling in the formaldehyde collectively broke free of their cocoons and crawled out of the cold jars.

Jormungandr tore open the potato chip bag and handed it to Rivenr, "Brother, it's time for your main meal."

Ye Jingchen's clothes moved without any wind.

The embryos that crawled out of the underground laboratory left sticky bloodstains on the tiles, their jagged spines piercing the skin and growing into bronze-colored bone wings under the moonlight.

Tearing through the elevator's metal plates, it crawled up the steel cable that pulled the elevator shaft towards the ground above...

Caesar's golden eyes suddenly contracted. These experimental subjects, who had been soaked in formalin for thirty years, were now evolving into third-generation species at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Vice Principal Flamel, having settled Principal Angers, also rushed to Norton Hall upon hearing the commotion. When Guderian and Manstein reported the matter to him, he guessed that something serious was about to happen.

Flamel's inner monologue: "Caesar suffered a loss at Ye Jingchen's hands in Japan before, so he certainly won't give up the Norton Hall where he's currently hosting a ball so easily!"

When Flamel saw the third-generation creatures tearing through the iron plates and crawling out of the underground ice cellar, he was completely taken aback. Fortunately, Ye Jingchen was there, so he didn't panic too much. During this time, he had watched many exciting videos of Ye Jingchen's battles and had a general understanding of Ye Jingchen's combat strength.

Flamel's inner monologue: "A mere third-generation species should be no problem for Ye Jingchen..."

“The petri dish numbered 1937…” Flamel approached Ye Jingchen, suddenly crouching down to touch the inscription in the grout between the tiles. “These embryos are fakes made with my blood.”

Constantine's pale flames suddenly surged, burning the first dragon-like creatures to ashes.

The ashes reformed in mid-air, solidifying into a warrior clad in bronze armor. His long spear reflected purplish-blue lightning as he turned to Norton. "Brother, I want to try controlling a puppet. It's been a long time since I've done it."

Norton nodded slightly. "Okay."

“Brother!” Jormungandr, seeing the Norton brothers starting to make a scene, couldn’t stay still any longer. She suddenly grabbed Fenrir by the back of his collar. “With your authority over the earth!”

"Oh, okay!" Fenrir chuckled and stomped his foot, causing the entire Norton House to suddenly tilt at a forty-five-degree angle.

The students who were forming a formation rolled towards the corner like bowling pins, while only Caesar, guided by the weasel, moved nimbly between the chandeliers.

Caesar decisively threw away the Silver Desert Eagle that he couldn't lift, and pulled a Glock pistol from his back waist, aiming it at—Li Wuyue!

Caesar's inner monologue: "You have to pick the softest persimmon to squeeze!"

The magazine was emptied with a "plop plop plop".

"I see." Ye Jingchen snapped his fingers, and all the bronze armor exploded simultaneously, revealing blood vessels flowing with silver and mercury inside. "Constantine, use these alchemical golems as bombs."

Li Wuyue suddenly clutched her chest. The gray dragon scales beneath her snow-white skin opened and closed wildly. The bullets did not pierce her dragon scales, but only left a few holes in Ye Jingchen's black trench coat, revealing a bit of Li Wuyue's fair skin on her chest. They bounced off and hit the ground instantly.

Flamel looked at the group of students and said, "You all need to leave here immediately. These matters are not for you to get involved in!"

The group darted out of Norton Hall in an instant, without pausing for a moment between life and death.

"Don't touch that stuff! Stay away from those third-generation creatures!" Flamel's roar shattered three stained-glass windows. "The mercury vapor is mixed with Philosopher's Stone powder!"

Percy's left eye suddenly exploded, and an alchemical matrix emerged from the blood mist.

His damaged retina reflected a startling image: Caesar stood there, seemingly bewildered. He approached Caesar and said, "Young Master, let's take this opportunity to leave with the students. These third-generation beings look too terrifying. Let the vice principals deal with them here."

“I can’t leave. Where would I put my face if I left?” Caesar said stubbornly. He was the heir of the Gattuso family, and he had spent so much time building up a good image in front of the students of Kassel College. He couldn’t let it collapse like this.

Seeing this, Percy knew it was time for him to take the blame. He raised his hand and delivered a karate chop to Caesar's back, knocking him unconscious. He then hoisted Caesar onto his back and slipped out of the Norton House with the flow of people…