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

Fragments of the bronze chain slowly fell before my eyes.

Li Wuyue caught a faint scent of sandalwood on the mixed-race man, a fragrance that reminded her of the cedar bookshelves in Angers' office. She thought to herself, "Has this guy ever been to Kassel College?"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo is disassembling his prosthetic leg.

When the robotic arm revealed the dark muzzle, Li Wuyue saw that the cannon barrel was not filled with gunpowder, but with dragon embryos soaked in formalin.

"Oh, so people are playing this hardcore stuff these days?" Ye Jingchen whistled, and the cylinder of his revolver suddenly spun automatically. "Word of Power: Sword Control."

The Philosopher's Stone bullet pierced the cannon barrel and struck the dragon embryo. In an instant, the formaldehyde mixed with the embryonic tissue exploded into a pale green rain!

Li Wuyue instinctively activated the Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King, and a storm unfolded around Ye Jingchen and Li Wuyue, forming a natural barrier!

The storm whipped up these pale green liquids.

She discovered that when these liquids were poured onto the injured and fallen audience members, they began to corrode the dragon scales upon contact with the skin of the mixed-race individuals. The liquids were extremely corrosive, even more terrifying than mercury.

“Look down!”

Ye Jingchen's warning came at just the right time.

The moment Li Wuyue bent down, Count Karen's cane grazed her head, and the alchemical blade that sprang from the tip of the cane sliced ​​her hair ribbon in two.

The British nobleman's eyes were now completely covered with bloodshot veins, and bloody foam was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"It seems our Earl has upgraded to a premium membership." Ye Jingchen kicked over the mahogany display case, sending shards of porcelain flying and carving a cross-shaped wound across Earl Karen's face. "Odin has given him a triple dose of Bloodlust."

Li Wuyue suddenly grabbed Ye Jingchen's wrist.

Gray mist seeped from her palm, within which a miniature map of the Arctic Ocean appeared: "I can trace back to my brother and temporarily take control of these hybrids, but I need ninety seconds of undisturbed time."

"Ninety seconds?" Ye Jingchen glanced at the melting gilded gate, gripping the hilt of his arrogant sword tightly. "Fine, don't just say seconds, any number of seconds you want!"

He suddenly loosened his tie and rushed into the crowd, his suit jacket hem fluttering like a raven's feather.

When the half-breed Earl Karen's cane of civilization transformed into an alchemical spear and thrust at him, Ye Jingchen bit the handle of the revolver with his teeth, grabbed two dinner knives with his free hand, and threw them out. Those were silverwares he had just swiped from the buffet.

Li Wuyue watched as this human maneuvered amidst the flashing swords and shadows.

His movements were chaotic yet terrifyingly precise; his knife always managed to find a weakness in the gaps of the alchemical weapon.

When the sixth hybrid fell to the ground clutching her throat, she finally understood Ye Jingchen's fighting style and gained some understanding of his methods. "This is a killing instinct honed through countless near-death experiences."

"Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine..."

The moment the countdown reached zero, Li Wuyue's gray mist condensed into ice cones.

She plunged the ice spike into the alchemical matrix beneath her feet, and suddenly the entire auction hall resounded with the booming of bronze chimes.

"Word of Power: Slave Rule!" Li Wuyue instantly spread and extended the authority of the King of Sky and Wind throughout the entire area.

The instant when the same authority is superimposed on the body of the same hybrid!

The hybrids, under dual control, screamed in unison, their shadows twisting on the ground into struggling dragon shapes.

Ye Jingchen casually slashed down a mixed-race man wearing a black half-mask, pulled half a bottle of champagne from the rubble, and looked at it. "Found the signal source?"

"On a cruise ship twenty nautical miles away, it seems to be approaching us." Li Wuyue tore off the hem of her tattered dress, revealing a tactical belt strapped to her thigh, which she fastened with a seductive pin. "It seems my brother has set up alchemical turrets on the deck. I remember he used to disdain using these alchemical weapons..."

Her report was interrupted by her phone vibrating.

"Strategies always change over time." Ye Jingchen glanced at the caller ID—a multinational call from China—and suddenly smiled knowingly. "Looks like things are going well with Norton and Jormungandr."

Ye Jingchen answered the phone.

Constantine's youthful voice came through the phone, accompanied by the sound of a violent explosion: "Boss! We're at the Bai family's place now."

The call abruptly ended. Ye Jingchen tossed the phone to Li Wuyue; the last location on the screen was somewhere in Sichuan, China.

He walked towards the melting gilded gate, raised his hand, and smashed the last piece of bronze chain: "Time to move on, my auction item."

The waitress, who was struggling while clutching her head, was pushed aside by Ye Jingchen.

Not only her, but all the mixed-race people knelt down and prostrated themselves before Li Wuyue. Those mixed-race people with Odin's mark were still able to struggle a little!

Those mixed-race individuals whose families lack the backing of the Dragon King can only kneel and submit to him. This stems from their own instinctual sense of hierarchy based on their bloodline, regardless of which Dragon King's lineage they originate from.

Looking at Ye Jingchen's retreating figure, Li Wuyue suddenly realized the true purpose of this auction farce.

As Ye Jingchen's fingers brushed over a scorch mark on the door frame, a two-dimensional coordinate map drawn with golden lines using alchemical power appeared on the door!

She saw that the coordinates were written in dragon script, which were the latitude and longitude of Odin's current location.

Li Wuyue asked with a mixture of doubt and fear, "Is your target my brother?"

Ye Jingchen turned and glanced at Li Wuyue, "Don't worry, he won't show himself easily. He learned his lesson from the White King last time!"

"White... White King?" Li Wuyue was startled. Although she had already made a presupposition and deduced that Ye Jingchen was not the White King, but most likely his messenger, and had also verified this with Norton and Jormungandr, she was still very shocked to hear Ye Jingchen say those two words himself.

Ye Jingchen smiled faintly, "Yes, White Queen Uesugi Erii. She is currently in Nibelungen, Japan. If you are interested, you can go and see her."

"No, no need." Li Wuyue shook her head and refused. Whenever she thought of the figure of that white-clad supreme being, she couldn't help but feel scared. The oppressive feeling of that imposing presence far surpassed that of her brother.

Ye Jingchen looked at the gray dot on the two-dimensional coordinate map, which was located near a strait. "I'm going to wipe out all the hostile mixed-blood forces now. They won't sit idly by and watch all the mixed-blood subordinate families that they've painstakingly built up over so many years fall into my hands."

"Although he won't show up and take action in person, he's still very willing to cause me trouble and play games behind the scenes."

Li Wuyue shook her head in disbelief. "You're saying my brother is secretly cultivating a hybrid power? Impossible! My brother despises these hybrids the most. He always calls them fire thieves with contempt!"

After Li Wuyue finished speaking, she realized that Ye Jingchen was very likely also a mixed-race person, and quickly lowered her head to explain, "Of course, I didn't mean what you said..."

"Hmph, Odin didn't just cultivate power, he even fathered a family!" Ye Jingchen looked at the black dot on the two-dimensional coordinate graph of alchemy, "In the years you were awakened and asleep, he developed a top-tier hybrid family!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Li Wuyue shook her head.

"The Black Sovereign has placed restrictions on our Dragon King. Even my brother cannot regain his reproductive ability; at most, he can differentiate himself!"

"Self-division weakens one's authority and power, and given my brother's personality, he would never choose to do that!"

Ye Jingchen silently put Pride back into the Seven Deadly Sins sword box, and while enlarging the two-dimensional coordinate diagram of alchemy, he explained, "You underestimate Odin. He combined human science with the alchemy of the dragon race, broke through the restrictions that Nidhogg set for you dragon kings, and had his own family, clan, and even, you could say, his own kingdom!"

Ye Jingchen glanced at Li Wuyue, who was in a daze, and continued to ask, "Stop daydreaming. Can you control the minds of these hybrids and make them work for us?"

As Ye Jingchen spoke, he pointed to the two-dimensional coordinate diagram of alchemy, which at this moment could be described as a world map. "We'll first launch a surprise attack on Rimbaud, and then retreat into the background."

"We'll manipulate the situation behind the scenes, and when these hybrid factions are fighting like dogs and both sides are exhausted, we'll join forces and wipe out all the hybrids in one fell swoop!"

When Li Wuyue heard Ye Jingchen's words, it was as if she saw Norton back in the ancient Dragon Kingdom, who wanted to dominate the world. At that time, Norton was also in a military tent, pointing at a map, talking loudly, and claiming that he would unify the world.

For many centuries after the fall of the Black Sovereign, different dragon kings took turns ruling different countries.

The smell of blood in the auction house mingled with formaldehyde, creating a strange, sweet-smelling odor.

Li Wuyue stepped back half a step, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the erotic ribs clipped to her tactical leather belt.

"What, want a drink to calm your nerves?" Ye Jingchen suddenly shoved half a glass of champagne into her hand.

Li Wuyue's eyes saw water droplets condensing on the cold glass, reflecting Count Karen's distorted face.

This British nobleman is using the tip of his walking stick to dip in his own blood and draw an inverted cross on the ground.

Li Wuyue had just taken a sip of sparkling wine when the bubbles burst on her tongue and suddenly froze.

She saw that the mixed-race people who were controlled by the power of words all had the same bronze brand on the back of their necks.

She had seen the mark in the Arctic ice caves when Norton was using lava to repair Constantine's dragon wings after the battle with the Black Sovereign.

"It seems your brother has improved the technology." Ye Jingchen crushed the totem with the tip of his shoe, and the rising crimson powder formed a miniature phantom of the World Tree. "Using Odin's mark to cover the Dragon King's mark is quite in line with his opportunistic style."

The moment the totem was crushed.

A long blast of a ship's horn came from twenty nautical miles away.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the cross-shaped beams of the cruise ship's searchlights shone brightly in the pitch-black night.

Li Wuyue suddenly pressed her throbbing temples. The bronze cannons on the ship's deck were resonating with her bloodline, just like when she touched the alchemical matrix left by her brother through the ice in the Greenland ice sea.

"It's going to rain." Ye Jingchen suddenly pulled open the red curtains.

The moonlight was swallowed by the rolling dark clouds, and a thick, bluish-gray fog rose from the cruise ship deck as a raindrop hit the glass.

A figure wearing a crow mask could be vaguely seen in the mist.

Beside this figure followed many subordinates, their alchemical crossbow bolts aimed at the auction house dome.

Li Wuyue instinctively opened the Eye of the Wind King.

The instant the cyclone formed a barrier carrying crystal shards, twelve bronze arrows pierced the bulletproof glass, their trailing alchemical gunpowder blasting the entire curtain wall into dust.

The screams of the mixed-race people were drowned out by the sound of the explosion. Some tried to jump out of the window to escape, but were swept away by the sea breeze towards the cruise ship.

"It seems your brother's hospitality has declined." Ye Jingchen lifted the overturned gambling table with one hand and used it as a shield in front of him.

With a dull thud as the crossbow bolt sank into the solid wood tabletop, he pulled out a bronze compass and tossed it to Li Wuyue. "You know alchemy, right? Take this bronze compass and go into battle!"

The cool metallic touch evokes distant memories.

Li Wuyue recalled a night on the Arctic ice plains when her brother held her hand and expanded her knowledge of alchemy.

At that time, Odin's cloak was still pure white, and they used ice crystal-carved chess pieces to deduce the changes in continental plates. At that time, Odin had no intention of eating Li Wuyue.

"Shift the Kan position by fifteen degrees, activate the compass alchemy matrix!" As she turned the compass, a phantom image of the Bronze City map appeared on the dial.

Just as the pointer coincided with the trajectory of a meteor, a loud crash of metal breaking suddenly came from the cruise ship deck!

The main gun turret, hidden in the fog, is disintegrating on its own.

Ye Jingchen whistled, the revolver whistling through his fingers: "I thought Odin had incorporated human technology into the warships, but it seems it's the same old anti-theft system as Norton's."

He suddenly pulled the trigger, and the Philosopher's Stone bullet pierced through the smoke, hitting a mechanic who was rebuilding a turret precisely.

Li Wuyue's pupils contracted sharply. What splattered from the mechanic's shattered skull wasn't brain matter, but rather a set of gears flowing with mercury.

Behind the raven mask, more figures emerged from the thick fog, tearing away human skin to reveal bodies crafted from bronze and mithril.

"Is my brother using... an alchemical puppet?!" Her words were interrupted by a severe headache.

The blue flames dancing in the eye sockets of those mechanical dolls were ignited by the dragon bone powder she left in the Arctic ice coffin years ago; the flashbacks were the most infuriating thing.

Just like Shang Yang, who reformed the Qin Empire, he never imagined that he would die because of the very laws and rules he created.

Ye Jingchen suddenly grabbed her and dragged her behind the pillar.

Three crossbow bolts grazed the tips of hair and embedded themselves in the wall. Inside the glass tubes attached to the bolts, dragon embryos soaked in formalin were frantically pounding against the tube walls.

Li Wuyue smelled a familiar scent of blood; the genetic sequences of these embryos were 70% similar to hers.

"It seems you're perfect experimental material in your brother's eyes." Ye Jingchen used a dagger to pierce the glass tube and crushed the restless embryo with his bare hands. "Using your own sister's genes to cultivate a god-slaying weapon, truly the romance of the King of the Sky and Wind."

Suddenly, a long blast of the ship's horn sounded from the direction of the cruise ship...