Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Neo tentatively opened his tightly closed eyes, then widened in horror as he saw a creature made of iron-blue bones fall from above him. Its membrane wings were severed by the swift blade of "Dictudo" and landed on his shoulder, the incision as smooth as paper. Before the creature died, its nine hideous cervical vertebrae twisted against Neo's neck, frightening him so much that he let out a pig-like howl. He thought it was going to burrow into his head!

It's like some kind of giant mutated tapeworm, giving you the chills!

"What the hell is this!" Neo quickly took off his expensive custom-made suit, along with the pile of dusty bones, and screamed like crazy.

"Shut up, stop howling! This thing is very sensitive to sound!" Caesar scolded in a low voice. He recalled the content of the "Chapter of Heavenly Changes" that Lin Fenglong gave him, and silently said: "The ghost chariot bird in the capital has been calling day and night for more than a month. Its voice is very sad. It even gathers at the observatory to sing. It's particularly strange... This thing is a sickle weasel, a female sickle weasel!"

No one knows the power of this thing better than him, because his words are borrowed from the power of these guys!

"There really is such a thing in the world?" Neo's eyes widened. "Was that the last one just now? Give me its bones, okay? I'll pay a high price for them. They're worth taking back to the family for research!"

"Don't be stupid! It's a shame that the Gonzales family chose a fool like you as their heir!" Caesar scolded mercilessly, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it. "If you want this thing, go get it. I won't stop you. There are thousands of them in this mall building. No, tens of thousands of them. If you just stand here, they will come to you sooner or later! We've been surrounded for a long time!"

Caesar's domain had been expanded to its maximum, encompassing the entire building. He heard the shrill sound of wings tearing through the air. Tens of thousands of sounds overlapped, making it incredibly piercing, like a massive swarm of ten thousand bees flapping their wings simultaneously! But he knew it wasn't a bee. There was something else that could produce the same frequency of flapping wings as a bee: a sickle-weasel! This thing was far more dangerous than a bee!

That might not be all!

"What...what?" Neo's eyes were dim. The twelve young men behind him also heard Caesar's words and showed the same despair on their faces.

They were all young people with promising futures, held in high regard by their families. Now, were they to be drained of their blood by a pack of sickle-weasels and reduced to a pile of bones? What a crude grave! When the bones were piled together, no hand or foot would fit together, and there wouldn't even be a complete body!

The cell phone suddenly rang with a cheerful alarm. Caesar took it out and his eyes widened. That was the memo he had set in advance, the meeting time he had agreed to meet with Nono!

Caesar pressed the phone keyboard like crazy, muttering to himself, "Answer the call, sir," and "Don't disappear at this time," but the only prompt on the line was "The user you dialed is out of service area."

"Damn it!" Caesar squeezed the six-figure Vertu until it creaked.

In his mind, the voices were getting closer and closer, blocking all exits. They were very smart. The sickle-weasel queen had an IQ close to that of humans, and she knew that you had to close the door before beating a dog.

"Hey, you guys should know how critical the situation is right now..."

Caesar was about to break the bad news to Neo and the group of young, clueless people. After all, despite their lack of wits, they were probably pretty good fighters among the hybrids. But when he turned around, they had already fled, vanishing without a trace. Only Neo's suit and sunglasses remained on the ground. He hadn't noticed because he was so concerned about Nono and Kamaitachi.

"Bastard!" Caesar spat fiercely. He stepped on the sunglasses on his suit, shattering the lenses and leaving a large shoe print on the suit.

He wanted to let these stupid sickle-weasels know that they were wrong about one thing. They wanted to shut the door and beat the dog, so they surrounded the thirteen scurrying losers...but they also locked up a lion!

Caesar walked with the strides of a lion towards the exit of the mall where the sickle-tailed weasels gathered the most, holding "Dick Tudo" upside down in his hand, like the ferocious fangs of a wild beast.

……

"No, you're not Constantine!"

Xia Mi stared blankly at the disheveled Old Tang. A layer of dust covered Old Tang's happy face, making him look as funny as a bullfrog covered in flour.

"But what's with that familiar feeling about you... the guy who possesses the real 'Jun Yan'..." Xia Mi murmured, with an incredible look on her face, "Is it you? That annoying guy... Norton!"

She whispered the majestic name, like a convict reading the devil's code, and the air was so tense that it almost solidified.

"Norton?" Old Tang was suddenly stunned.

He was sure that he had never heard of this name before.

But when the girl read out this name, a strong sense of familiarity came over him, as if he was connected to him by blood... Something deep in his soul was about to be awakened.

But the throbbing of his soul was immediately suppressed because a warm hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Junior sister, this is my friend, Old Tang." Lu Mingfei walked out from Old Tang's side, staring at Xia Mi, and spoke word by word, "You've got the wrong person!"

Chapter 164 Chu Zihang vs. Jörmungandr!

"Oh, really, Senior Brother, it turns out I was wrong?"

Xia Mi widened her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and spoke in the same playful tone as always. Her lively eyes were wide open, making her look cute and innocent.

She put her hands behind her back, walked barefoot on the gravel and rugged rocks, and walked towards Lu Mingfei and the others with light steps, smiling, and she was the lively and cute girl again.

The giant dragon tilted its head behind Lu Mingfei and Old Tang, staring straight at the girl, its huge pupils emitting a warm golden light.

"Yeah, I admit my mistake. How about I introduce you two formally?" Lu Mingfei smiled as usual.

"No need, senior brother." Xia Mi said softly, and she came to the front of Lu Mingfei.

Along with these light words, there was a murderous intent as heavy as a mountain!

A sharp claw sliced ​​through the air as a scaly hand thrust out from behind Xia Mi. Iron-blue scales stretched across the wrist and back of the hand. Short, rounded nails replaced with sharp, slender bony claws. Its swift speed and hard claws seemed capable of piercing even steel with ease. It aimed straight for Lu Mingfei's left chest!

However, Lu Mingfei had a blank expression on his face. There wasn't even a flicker of surprise in his pupils, and he remained indifferent even when faced with a life-threatening sneak attack.

Because a knife was placed across his body, blocking the deadly bone claw.

Godly Sword Murasame!

"Did Senior Brother Lu tell you?" Xia Mi retracted her dragon-like palms, transforming them back into the pure, pale arms of a human girl. She turned her head and looked at Chu Zihang, "When?"

"Lu Mingfei did tell me a lot, but he didn't tell me your identity." Chu Zihang looked at her expressionlessly. "You just said that 'Constantine' and 'Norton' are your acquaintances, so it's not difficult to guess who you are."

Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang's familiar face with a half-smile. When they first met, she couldn't sense any warmth in that expressionless face, as if this boy was born cold-blooded. But after getting to know him, she gradually realized that he was just expressionless, but under his cold exterior, he was actually warmer than anyone else.

But now that face had changed back to being as cold as iron.

"Go on and say everything you want to say." Xia Mi said softly.

"He is the king of the earth and the mountains. The name of his dragon clan is 'Fenrir', the wolf born from the evil god Loki and the giantess Alberda in Norse mythology." Chu Zihang glanced at the dragon, then looked at Xia Mi again, "He is the 'brother' you mentioned, right? He looked at me with a blank look, but when he looked at you, he was looking at you with a tender and affectionate look."

Xia Mi smiled and nodded in affirmation.

"You are Jörmungandr." Chu Zihang stroked the hilt of Murasame's sword and whispered this honorific title passed down from ancient times, "Fenrir's sister."

"Can't you just treat me as Xia Mi?" The girl looked at Chu Zihang quietly, with the sincere and ambiguous eyes of lovers. "Why don't you do as I texted you? According to your daily routine, you should be getting up at this time. After washing up and doing your morning lessons, put on the clothes you prepared and bring the gift for meeting you to visit Xia Mi's home. It's at the address I gave you. You don't have to get involved in this mess, and you don't have to know all this. Everything will be settled... Then Xia Mi will just be Xia Mi, and will never be Jörmungandr."

"Is this how you deceive yourself? That's why you can pretend so...naturally?" The back of the divine sword passed across the tiger's mouth and the tip of the thumb. The blade flashed, and Chu Zihang suddenly moved.

It was an Iai move, and the sword shadow was as fast as light!

The blade and the armor clashed, creating a sharp clash and sending out sparks like starlight. Xia Mi's iron-blue armor draped across her shoulders, her dark facial bones interlocking. She spoke in a sorrowful voice, "How cruel! You killed your girl without hesitation... It's like you can't wait."

"Wait!" Lu Mingfei suddenly shouted, "I know what you want, and I can give it to you! Want to hear it? A way to have the best of both worlds."

"How can you have the best of both worlds?" Xia Mi let out a sarcastic laugh. She distanced herself from Chu Zihang and looked at Lu Mingfei. "I don't trust you. You're too weird. Even the Dragon King can't see through you... I can't imagine what kind of person you are! So I'm not going to give you any chance to do anything wrong!"

"But you did bring me a surprise! You took away the 'Whisper of the Earth' that Constantine gave me, but you brought him!" The girl's eyes hidden in her facial bones flickered with golden light. She looked at Old Tang, her tongue twirling the corners of her mouth eagerly, as if she was looking at a delicious meal.

"Constantine failed to keep his promise. My worst plan was to sacrifice my brother... But that would be too lonely, because he has been the only one who has been with me for thousands of years, like a loyal puppy. Who would have the heart to eat their own puppy?" Xia Mi looked at the giant dragon Fenrir, and a flash of cruelty and hysteria flashed in her eyes.

"The best of both worlds, hahaha, it really is the best of both worlds! Then let his brother fulfill the promise that Constantine failed to keep!" Xia Mi growled, "Brother, those two people are left to you! Don't kill Norton, wait until I'm done enjoying them... then we can be together forever!"

"Really? But big brother and uncle are very nice. They watched TV with me..." Long looked at Lu Mingfei and Old Tang, then at the potato chips and TV that Lu Mingfei had protected. "Should I beat them up?"

"So I'm not your uncle!" Old Tang protested dissatisfiedly.

"Fenrir!" Xia Mi said in a deep voice, as if scolding an ignorant child, "We are the brother and sister who have been relying on each other for thousands of years! If you don't take action, you will be eaten, or your sister will be eaten! We are born into such a tragic race... Do you want to see your sister being eaten?"

"No! I won't eat my sister!" The dragon suddenly howled, spreading its dark wings that covered the sky. His huge forelimbs suddenly rose high, and then he swooped down towards Lu Mingfei's Lao Tang, like an angry child whose toy was taken away by a bad guy.

"Asshole, who wants to eat your sister? She's skinny and flat-chested, and she doesn't have much meat on her body!" Lu Mingfei roared and dodged.

Only a fool would engage in a close-range battle of strength with a forty- to fifty-meter-long dragon! Especially not with the King of Earth and Mountains, renowned for his strength among the Four Great Monarchs!

Jörmungandr inherited wisdom and the ability to find the "eye" of all things. Fenrir was deprived of intelligence, but in return, he was given supreme power!

Old Tang and Lu Mingfei retreated to the sides. Fenrir struck the center of the platform head-on, its body slamming fiercely into the deep crater created by the collision between the fire tornado and the Sovereign Flame. The ground sank again, tilting the entire platform under the impact. The deep crater was hollowed out into a deep well, and the dragon's head roared within. The roar was reflected off the crater, and the entire space was filled with dragon roars in all directions, making people's heads ache.

"Brother!" Lu Mingfei roared, but he didn't look at Chu Zihang. Instead, he winked at Old Tang and rushed towards the mountain where the dragon was imprisoned, carrying Guanshi Zhengzong. Fighting such a giant creature didn't allow him to be distracted for a moment.

"Understood!" Chu Zihang responded, "You and your hunter friends should be careful. Leave Jörmungandr to me."

"here you are?"

Listening to Chu Zihang's words, Xia Mi's eyes swept coldly over, or rather, they were already looking at Jörmungandr, because deep in her eye sockets, golden pupils stood up.

"What do you think of the Dragon King? Do you think you can challenge me with your human form? It turns out that even a tech geek like you can make mistakes. Even if my power is not as great as Fenrir's, I am still... the master of the earth and mountains!"

The girl's skin turned a scorching blue. Sharp bone spurs and scales pierced her smooth flesh, tearing her Bohemian dress to shreds. The scales snapped together with her breathing, forming a scaly armor that gleamed with a bronze sheen. Her figure remained slender and delicate, but no longer pure and beautiful. Instead, a ferocious beauty took over. The beauty of violence and death emanated from her cold, vertical pupils.

Xia Mi turned into a dragon, and the girl seemed to have disappeared from the world. Standing in front of Chu Zihang was a humanoid female dragon, one of the twin sons of the King of Earth and Mountains, Jörmungandr!

"It wasn't until now that I understood why Lu Mingfei said those inexplicable things to me, about girls and angels, God and candy. I thought I would eventually leave, but Xia Mi walked ahead of me..." Chu Zihang looked at Jörmungandr's confused expression and said softly, "You're right, the human body cannot compete with the Dragon King, so..."

He has always been a man of few words, so he lets his actions speak for themselves.

His body also grew with similarly sharp scales, his golden pupils blazing like shooting stars at night. He breathed in vast quantities of oxygen into his lungs, and the muscles beneath his scales rippled like flowing water. Everything that symbolized "human" was obscured, and everything that symbolized "dragon" was revealed. His murderous heart beat like a drum, and the dragon blood in his body boiled and raged!

He pushed the second blood burst to its most complete state in an instant... maybe even higher!

Jörmungandr chanted the ancient, majestic dragon script, unlocking a new realm: not the Eye of the Wind King, but her most powerful ability. Purple arcs enveloped her. The intense light and electromagnetic field produced a powerful ionization and magnetization, melting metal and rock. High-temperature droplets swirled and danced around her body, fusing and condensing between the waves, ultimately forming a strangely shaped, gigantic sickle before her.

She stretched out her hand and clenched it, like the lonely god of death.

Chu Zihang also activated the realm of "Lord Flame," a black vortex colliding with purple lightning, friction and collision consuming each other. Empowered by a second burst of blood, the "Lord Flame"'s intensified, incredibly high temperature was attached to "Murasame," and the bleached blade was coated in a layer of intense black flames, like the legendary, inextinguishable fire of Amaterasu.

He stood before him like a tyrannical Yama.

Both men lunged simultaneously, their recurved knees unleashing an incredible force. This was unnatural to the human body, transforming a bounce into a rocket. The solid ground cracked like a spiderweb as they charged past each other in repeated, high-speed charges. They met again after sprinting along the rock face, only to miss each other again, like two meteors colliding across the sky. Molten iron fell like a golden rain.

In the rain, scales flew everywhere, black blood splattered everywhere, the boy and girl looked at each other hurriedly and then looked at each other in silence, only the whispers of warning left between the blade and the scales, like a famous painting that was extremely sad and beautiful... It was as beautiful as first love, and as beautiful as a farewell forever.

……

"Hey, hey, hey, this is way out of scope!" Potato Chip Girl stared at the scene on the screen, stunned. "Fortunately, they're fighting in the Nibelungen. If they were fighting on the ground, the whole city would be paralyzed! Is it really necessary to kill a couple after a quarrel?! This has made me afraid to find a boyfriend ever again!"

"You're right, only an invincible killer like Chu Zihang is worthy of a female dragon! It's just that their fight is too unnecessary. The same goes for Xia Mi. Why doesn't she listen to Lu Mingfei's suggestion of a best of both worlds solution?" Jiude Mai sighed.

"Hmm? I'm curious too. What's the solution? Can you really have the best of both worlds? Did Lu Mingfei tell you?" asked the potato chip girl curiously.

"No...but the boss believes in him, and I believe in him too. What can I do if I don't believe in him? Do you want to sleep with him unconditionally?" asked Jiude Mai.

"It's not impossible..." The potato chip girl glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was fighting Fenrir together with Old Tang. "He's very handsome and strong, and seems reliable!"

"Hey, stop being such a fangirl!" Jude Mai held her forehead with her hand. "I'm just praying it doesn't end in tragedy! Tang Ben and Zhu Yan sent me the final draft and the ending of the picture book. It's so pure, beautiful, and touching. But it can't just be the story that's touching. I hope reality doesn't slap me in the face!"

"Didn't you say you'd trust Lu Mingfei? He and the boss strike me as the same type of people... Once they know what they want, the whole world will make way for them." The potato chip girl sighed and asked, "What about Sanwu? Didn't she complete her mission? Why hasn't she replied yet?"

"Looks like she went to Caesar's place again." Jiude Mai checked the location, "What a restless girl!"

……

"I have never hated my own words as much as I do today!" Caesar growled, and Dick pushed his sword down like rain.

The sword light hit countless sickle-tailed beasts fiercely. They overlapped and formed a thick barrier. They charged forward, looking fearless of death, as if they only wanted to force Caesar to death in the corner of the first floor of the building.

The phone was about to ring in the fight, and a hint of surprise flashed across Caesar's face. He knocked over a huge sickle-tailed weasel, disrupting the movement of the sickle-tailed weasel group. He took advantage of the gap to retreat into a shop, locked the tempered glass door, and answered the phone.

"Master, please retreat to the rooftop. Believe me, I will never joke about your safety." Percy's voice came from the receiver.

"Asshole! What if I miss Nono because of your call?" Caesar roared, "Buy the building for me, and then, don't give me orders!"

Caesar angrily hung up the phone and quickly blacklisted Percy's number. He didn't want to miss a possible call from Nono because this idiot was busy. A sickle-weasel's bony claw pierced the glass, and then more sickle-weasels poured in.

They flapped their bony wings, as if they were not in a hurry to launch a general attack on Caesar, who was trapped in a jar. The pupils of these guys with simple wisdom were actually shining with mocking gold. They screamed and called their friends, and thousands of sickle-weasels weaved an airtight film of death.

In the small space, Caesar seemed to be at the end of his rope.

Chapter 165: The Rage of Bronze and Fire!

"Really? I'm really looked down upon by these inferior creatures!" Caesar sneered self-deprecatingly.

The swarm of sickle-tailed weasels was overwhelming, gathering in the thousands, a massive black mass. They blocked Caesar's only escape route, leaving him with no way out.

But the proud heir of the Gattuso family did not show any fear at all. He grinned, and there was a hint of hysterical ridicule in the depths of his red-gold pupils.

Do ants think they can tear a beast apart just because they are in a swarm? Maybe... but what if the beast still has its sanity?

He pulled another phone from his pocket, a dazzling gold Nokia. It had been personally handed to him by the Deputy Minister of Equipment. When Caesar had received it, the minister had touted it as their crown jewel. This phone had three functions: when you were upset, it was like a hardened brick, ready to smack anyone you caught it with; when you were broke, it was like a nugget of pure gold, ready to be pawned for cash; and when you were desperate, it was like a subsonic bomb!

By adjusting the oscillation frequency to disrupt the alpha rhythm in the biological brain, it can destroy the organism's sense of balance and direction, and can easily penetrate meter-thick concrete and tank armor plates, killing only organisms without destroying buildings. The killing power can even far exceed that of a neutron bomb!

Three seconds after Caesar pressed the power button, he threw the infrasonic bomb into the group of sickle-weasels, then instantly withdrew the sickle-weasels' territory and blocked their hearing as much as possible.

The dazzling golden Nokia burst into a blazing flash. He suppressed the strong feeling of dizziness and nausea and squinted his eyes to see that the fluttering bony wings of the sickle-tailed beasts stiffened instantly. Groups of sickle-tailed beasts fell from the sky like a rain of bone-gray hail.

He walked out of the shop stepping on the bodies of the sickle-weasels. These bony guys fell to the smooth floor one by one, screaming in pain. They were too sensitive to sound, so the infrasonic bomb was a critical hit to them!

Caesar's every step was a deliberate effort to trample upon the larger, more ferocious-looking sickle-tailed beasts, each one a strange bird-like creature reduced to dust beneath his feet. Though his steps were somewhat unsteady, and blood still trickled from his ears, he remained unfazed, his face awash with the triumphant smugness of a victor. It was as if he were saying, "If you, the lowly creatures, want to look down on me, you'll need at least another 100 million years of evolution!"

But the smile froze on his face the next second. Just before he was about to walk out of the mall, he released the "Sickle Weasel" field again. No, he didn't even need to release the field. A huge thing visible to the naked eye fell from above his head, like a huge bone tumor.

It was a bronze-colored sickle-weasel queen, her enormous wings spread out on either side of her body. Her nine cervical vertebrae stretched across her neck, peering down at Caesar. The golden eyes within her facial bones flashed with greed and allure. Her nine heads simultaneously let out a laugh, a sound like the wailing of a female ghost or the plea of ​​a young girl, a chilling sensation.

He could sense more kamabaras pouring in from all directions. Caesar suddenly realized that the infrasonic bomb was not only a sonic weapon for the kamabaras, but also a signal flare. The low-frequency vibration could temporarily paralyze kamabaras within range, but it would also attract enemies from far away.

The male sickle-tailed weasels on the ground were awakened by the queen's call, as if they had been given a shot of stimulant. They flapped their wings again and circled happily around the nine huge heads, like a flock of courting crows.

"What a disgusting race! I hate polyandry the most!" Caesar said coldly.