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

He fought back a strong chill and a pounding dizziness, his blade flashing like a tide. But there were simply too many sickle-weasels, like a gray sea, one wave higher than the other. Caesar's shirt was torn into strips, and his shoulders and face were covered in bloodstains. Yet, he stared indifferently at the hideous sickle-weasel queen, swinging his blade relentlessly. He had never in his life been so patient.

He was waiting for that disgusting guy to summon all her minions and wipe them out once and for all! After all, after using that technique, he wasn't sure if he would have enough energy left to stand.

Over five thousand kamabishi had already gathered at the main gate, the combined sound of their wings slicing through the air sending shivers down one's spine. Caesar closed his domain, knowing full well that many more kamabishi had yet to arrive. However, he had already been pushed to his limit; if he continued to hold on, his blood would be drained dry!

"That's not like you, Caesar!"

A dazzling and hot gas bomb accurately hit the sickle-weasel queen. The light and heat burned her bony body. She howled in horror. Half of her body was torn apart. Only four of the nine slender cervical vertebrae remained, dancing in different directions like four frantic pythons.

"What a pity! There's only one round of ammunition in this stolen thing." Nono appeared in the distance. She threw away the shoulder-fired rocket launcher, pulled out two heavy butcher knives from her waist, and shouted, "I'll leave that big guy to you!"

Caesar looked through the group of sickle-weasels. He knew very well that Nono's last sentence was not directed at him, because he saw a small and blurry black shadow rushing into the back of the sickle-weasel group and running away quickly.

Clad in black combat fatigues, Zero leaped up, stepping on the Kamaitachi Queen's bloated body. The two short swords in his hands shone with crescent-shaped blades. Blood gushed out like pillars, and four massive heads crashed to the ground. The Kamaitachi Queen's massive body collapsed, like a broken bone cage. Its headless neck, still lingering on the ground, twisted and swayed like a swarm of fleeing snakes.

Nuonuo used two butcher knives to clear the way, and her moves were still the "Niten Ichiryu" taught to her by Masashi Toyama. Although she seldom practiced and had not yet mastered the knife skills, the vigorous swinging of the knife shadows had the posture of a butcher who had been butchering pigs for many years!

Caesar walked over quickly and hugged the red-haired girl tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

At the entrance of the wedding building where sickle-tailed weasels were flying everywhere, Caesar stroked the girl's fluffy long hair. The fragrance filled his nose. He took a deep breath, and his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down.

"Actually, I was planning to take you to see diamond rings and wedding dresses today. I bought twelve shops, but unfortunately, they are probably almost ruined now." Caesar said softly.

"Hey, you're not going to propose, are you? Do you think this is the right time? You don't want me to imagine these sickle-tailed weasels as seagulls, do you? Thousands of seagulls are pretty scary." Nono rolled his eyes.

"It's really not suitable." A voice suddenly interrupted the two people's whisper. It was Zero. She blocked the kamaitachi and said expressionlessly, "Let's deal with these flying guys first, okay? It's hard to cut them down alone."

"This isn't just a matter of a few people chopping them down." Nono looked at the ever-increasing group of sickle-weasels. Even the red-haired priestess from Kassel Academy felt a tingle in her scalp at the sight of these flying monsters. "I don't have any words, and you and Zero's words are useless. The only way I can think of to get rid of them all at once is to ask the academy to drop a nuclear bomb and blow them and this land into the sky! Or I can turn Chu Zihang over and use his 'Jun Yan' to burn these guys to death."

"Hey, does it have to be Chu Zihang?" Caesar curled his lips like a sulking child. Perhaps only in front of his beloved girl would this eternally elegant Italian prince reveal one of his rare jealous sides. "If that guy can do it, there's no reason I, Caesar, can't do it."

Countless sickle-tailed beasts pounced down like a flood, screaming as if they wanted to eat the three people, but the sickle-tailed beasts on the innermost side were suddenly pushed away by an invisible barrier.

The air pressure in the inner circle suddenly increased, and a strange area opened up. The air was filled with scarlet shadows, and the sickle-tailed weasels that had no time to escape were all sucked into it. The gold in the eyes of the sickle-tailed weasels that were passed by the red shadows quickly dimmed and extinguished, turning into gray dust that was swept into the air.

In the thick dust, Nono and Ling stared at Caesar in amazement, unable to move their eyes away. More precisely, they were staring at his pupils, which were filled with dazzling red-gold, and the scales covering his body.

His blood burst out, and the "Sickle Weasel" domain evolved into the "Vampire Scythe". The transparent wind monsters that were usually only responsible for catching sounds were dyed scarlet one by one. They jumped out of Caesar's mind and became violent. Facing the real group of Sickle Weasels, they were almost one against a hundred.

They stretched out their bright red claws and screamed as shrilly as wild beasts. With every strike, several gray sickle-weasels would fall down wailing, like sickle-weasel warriors who were in a frenzy.

The affection and tyranny in the eyes of that emperor-like man were like two distinct rivers. He hugged his girl tightly while waving his hand at his army.

……

Lu Mingfei struggled to lift a huge black scale from the dragon's neck and plunged Guanshi Zhengzong fiercely into its flesh. Blood gushed out, and the dragon howled like a madman, shaking the heavens and cracking the earth.

The dome cracked, huge rocks fell like crazy, and the dragon's body twisted wildly like a bullied child.

Dragons are so large that a single nerve center, the brain, cannot control their delicate movements, so they hide another brain and dense nerve ganglia in their spine.

This is a secret of dragons that is unknown to humans, but it was easily discovered by Lu Mingfei. If Guanshi Zhengzong's sword was not short enough and Lu Mingfei did not kill it, this precise blow would have been enough to paralyze half of the body of this huge dragon as big as a mountain!

The central nervous system in the dragon's spine was stimulated, and pain swept through his body like a runaway electric current. Even if he had a body of iron and steel, he could not withstand the severe pain from the nerves, let alone with the spirit of a child.

Lu Mingfei was flung against the rock face, Guanshi Zhengzong embedded in the wall. He vomited a mouthful of blood, his internal organs protesting. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and went to a hidden corner of the rock face. This was Fenrir's "treasure trove" of snacks and toys. Lu Mingfei had discovered this wonderful hidden cave upon his arrival, and he also hid something here.

"Old Tang, I'll leave this big thing to you for a while, you must hold on!" Lu Mingfei dug out something he had hidden from a pile of snacks, comics and stuffed toys.

It was a black cloth, wrapped with a slender thing that looked like an unreasonably large sword.

"No way, Mingming? Selling out your teammates is shameful!" Old Tang exclaimed. "Who do you think I am? Ultraman? You want me to take on a giant that's dozens of meters tall? I'm going to use my lungs to hold it off."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I have stimulated the center of his spine. He will temporarily fall into a state of rage. His attacks are indiscriminate and will not be directed only at you!" Lu Mingfei said as he tore open the nylon buckle on the cloth.

"That's even worse!" Old Tang roared. "He's deadly even when he's docile, and you've made him furious... You clearly want me dead, don't you?"

"Don't worry, Old Tang. I've got some magical gear for you! He can go berserk, but don't you also have 'rage'?"

Lu Mingfei lifted the black cloth, exposing the contents to the air.

It was a slender horse-slaying sword, with the blade and handle together measuring 1.8 meters long. Ancient patterns, which were dragon-script mottos, were engraved on it. An ancient and majestic aura emanated from the grooves of the inscriptions.

Lu Mingfei threw the huge saber with force. The square blade tore through the air and landed accurately in Old Tang's hands.

Old Tang was still dazed when he took the giant sword. "Rage"? Just hearing the name brought a familiar feeling to him, and he lost his mind for a moment... Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his palm. He looked down and saw black scales ejected from the handle and pierced his palm. The scarlet blood was visibly devoured by the sword.

As if some kind of contract had been concluded, blood flowed into those ancient and strange patterns, and the blade began to vibrate violently. The strangely shaped saber actually emitted a violent tremor, like the eerie roar of a dragon. Recognizing Old Tang's bloodline and power, the blade transformed into a thorn-like shape, its already slender length growing almost endlessly, reaching a staggering eight meters!

Imagine an eight-meter-long horse-slaying broadsword—it's simply not something a human could wield! In this state, "Rage" returns to its true form: Bronze Purgatory, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, a sword wielded only by a dragon... the Sword of Judgment!

"Old buddy, fighting side by side again."

In an instant, the panic and fear on Old Tang's face vanished, replaced by boundless majesty, his golden pupils swirling with molten flames. He took a heavy step forward, his pressure scorching like fire. The black "Sovereign Flame" field automatically extinguished, and the sharp edge of his horse-slaying sword ignited with a dazzling, blazing flame...

"Fenrir, how are you?" Old Tang said softly.

Looking at the dragon that was like a violent mountain, "Fury" was swung out heavily, and the sword shadow turned into a frenzied tyrannical dragon with the king's wrath attached to it. The fire illuminated this underground cavity as bright as day, and the high temperature seemed to burn it into a huge furnace.

Fire rained down from the sky, and the dragon's shadow wrapped in light and heat perfectly interpreted the word "rage". The dragon's roar almost drowned out all other sounds. The eight-meter-long mad dragon slammed into Fenrir's jaw fiercely, and Fenrir's huge body was overturned by this shocking blow.

The flames exploded as brightly as fireworks, and the scorching flames burned the scales under the dragon's jaw. The flames flickered in the gaps between the scales, like magma flowing between the ravines of huge rocks in the canyon.

"Go ahead, Lu Mingfei. I'll hold on here."

Old Tang said softly.

Chapter 166: Embrace each other with passion and fight with passion

Jörmungandr's head rested quietly on Chu Zihang's shoulder, as if he was whispering something extremely beautiful.

The two stood at the deepest part of the platform, facing each other, looking like a couple who were reluctant to say goodbye to each other because one of them was about to leave... if you ignore the blood at the corner of the girl's mouth and the knife that pierced her shoulder.

"It's really him... Norton... Chu Zihang, don't you know... what kind of guy Lu Mingfei brought..." Jörmungandr rested his chin on Chu Zihang's scaly and armored shoulder, closed his eyes, and asked softly.

She looked a little tired and was enjoying the warmth of this moment of truce, but the corners of her mouth were bleeding uncontrollably.

"I guessed it," Chu Zihang replied calmly. "I had a premonition from his 'Jun Yan'. My bloodline also comes from the bronze and fire lineages. During the collision, I could vaguely feel the suppression deep within my bloodline. But I was already in a state of bloody chaos at that time. Only a true ancient dragon could suppress me."

"You're worthy of being Kassel Academy's acknowledged killer. I admit I underestimated you," Jörmungandr said. "Not only did you push Blood Rage to the third level, but you remained calm in the face of three Dragon Kings? Norton's attack just now completely shocked me, yet you were able to attack without blinking... and that's how you caught me. That blow to your shoulder hurts."

"If you don't abandon your sense of being a 'human', you won't be able to compete with a 'dragon'," said Chu Zihang.

In reality, his consciousness was already hazy. As a hybrid, he was constantly approaching the Dragon King, putting him at risk of becoming Deadpool. If the first degree of blood rage unleashed the inner lion, and the second degree allowed him to possess the body of a dragon, then the third degree of blood rage was the true liberation of the Dragon King's heart. Not everyone could push blood rage to the third degree... it was a power gained at the cost of one's soul.

"Sometimes I find it strange. Are you really human? Your innate loneliness and consistent way of thinking really do resemble those of our kind." Jörmungandr suddenly smiled. "No, it seems no one is born lonely. Even we have twins to accompany us... Should I say it was because of that rainy night? That rainstorm transformed you. You believe that loneliness can make you strong, so you embrace extreme solitude. Aside from your junior fellow apprentice, you don't have any friends... Should I say you're truly strong at heart? We can't compare to you."

"What are you doing..." Chu Zihang studied the girl's face, hidden beneath her facial bones, his pupils widening with shock. His hand, steady as a rock from daily knife-wielding practice, was now trembling like never before.

The girl's golden pupils revealed a cold smile, as if she could see through everything about him.

"You want to ask me how I know? About that rainy night? I told you, I'm your classmate, always have been." Jörmungandr panted softly, "Don't you feel a sense of familiarity towards me, Ponytail?"

"Yes, I always think about it, but I really don't remember it."

"Do you still remember? You invited a girl to the cinema to repay her for cheering for you in the basketball game with boys from other schools. She was the cheerleader of the Shilan Middle School basketball team, and she could dance even in high-heeled boots." The girl hummed a song.

The melody sounded familiar. It was the Shilan Middle School anthem, the one Chu Zihang would lead the entire school in singing during flag-raising events.

At that time, she was standing in the vast crowd, looking at him on the flag-raising platform, shining brightly.

"You even invited a girl to the aquarium and talked to her about the relationship between the sex of sea turtle hatchlings and temperature. You went to her house to work on a research paper together. It was an old house with a big sycamore tree in front. She danced and practiced behind you, wearing tight, sexy yoga clothes, and laughed from time to time... But you turned a deaf ear to her and named your paper 'Schrödinger's Turtle.'"

Chu Zihang was stunned. Those memories that were buried deep inside him forcefully broke through the shackles and ran back and forth in his mind, trampling on it and drowning him like a flood tide.

He remembered it all.

During that cheerleading performance, the girls outside the field even overshadowed the basketball players. The boys whistled and cheered for the girl who could perform sexy moves while wearing high-heeled boots.

There is also that movie, which is a tragic love story about music. It tells the story of a wandering singer and his married girlfriend who fall in love but cannot be together. At the end of the story, they go their separate ways.

And that summer at the aquarium, the little turtles popped out of their eggshells, the girl's face was pressed against the thick transparent glass, reflected in the azure water, the light and shadow swaying on that joyful face.

And then there was the enormous sycamore tree, its vastness seemingly endless, its shade gently dividing the sunlight, which streamed through the vast French windows. The chirping of cicadas awakened the entire summer, and a cool breeze filtered through the cracks in the windows, drifting through the room. The wind blew the pages of his thesis, and out of the corner of his eye he stole a glance at the graceful black swan behind him. The sunlight filtering through the treetops was like a spotlight, enveloping the dancing girl. Everything was so quiet and yet so warm...

"So it's you...it's all you." Chu Zihang said softly, as if he was awakened from a beautiful dream, the lingering warmth in his heart.

The girl who glowed on the stage, the girl who always wore a high ponytail, the girl who danced in the shade and sunshine, the angelic girl he saw as soon as he opened his eyes...the faces coincided perfectly and were clearly audible.

The Dragon King...or rather the angel, turned out to have always been by his side.

"Yes, it's all me, senior brother. I know you better than Lu Mingfei, maybe even better than you know yourself. Because I have been with you growing up, from that stubborn child to the cold and cool brother you are now... Of course, you have also grown up with me. Ninety percent of the few memories I have after waking up are occupied by you." Jörmungandr said softly.

"It's Xia Mi's memory. No, it's the memory of a personality you created... or maybe it's not even a personality." Chu Zihang looked at the girl wrapped in iron-blue scale armor and said, "You are Jörmungandr."

"You're so rigorous, Senior Brother. You're still that engineering guy." Jörmungandr approached again and slowly hugged Chu Zihang. "That's right, Xia Mi is fake."

"How could there be such a girl? She's always watching someone from afar. Watching him practice his shots on the basketball court, watching him stand in the corridor after school watching the rain, watching him meticulously organize his schoolbag and desk and chairs, watching him swing his sword non-stop in the kendo hall. He's absolutely stupid! Like a fool, an idiot, a lunatic," Jörmungandr said. "It's enough that there's only one person as stupid as you in the world. How could there be such a stupid girl? Seeing your loneliness is like being infected by it, it's like you're addicted to it."

"That makes sense." Chu Zihang nodded.

In fact, he didn't know which of the other person's words he was affirming. Was it that there was no such girl as Xia Mi in the world, or that such a girl really sounded foolish and pathetic, foolishly lonely...

The girl in his arms pulled up a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth, and the scales on her shoulders and blades suddenly locked tightly together, and Murasame was locked inside her body. No matter how hard Chu Zihang tried, he couldn't pull it out.

Was this the reason she embraced him? It wasn't about the need to express deep affection through action, but rather about taking advantage of this human's moment of least defense to crush him. It was like the clichéd plot in many martial arts novels: the glamorous female ghost used her allure to lure the scholar traveling to Beijing for the imperial examination into lowering his guard, becoming captivated by her. Then, in the heat of passion, she revealed her youthful fangs, savoring his surprise before devouring him whole.

But her opponent wasn't a weak scholar, powerless, but rather the ace specialist of Kassel Academy. Chu Zihang gripped the girl's wrist from behind and tightened his grip. The massive, cracked scythe clashed to the ground, and Jörmungandr's wrist bones snapped with a series of cracks. She screamed and struggled to free herself, actively loosening the scales and blades of her shoulders.

But she couldn't pull it out, because Murasame had been instantly heated by Chu Zihang. After three blood bursts, the heat of "Jun Yan" had reached an extremely terrifying temperature. The high temperature clung to the gap left by the battle in the Imperial Sword, turning it into a searing saw. Every time Jörmungandr struggled to break free, a piece of his flesh would be cut off.

She endured the severe pain, and the gold in her pupils gathered into a tiny dot. She lightly tapped Chu Zihang's abdomen with a finger of her scaly right hand. The latter's scales suddenly shattered, and he retreated like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the hard platform.

This is the end point of an armament station. The platform here is ten times larger than an ordinary platform. Both the ground and the steel bars are made of the strongest materials. However, Chu Zihang was shot down on it, and the platform shattered with a loud bang. A cross-shaped crack extended dozens of meters in all directions. The rock shattered into dust, and the steel bars in the ground rolled together fiercely, making a teeth-grinding sound, and twisted into a hideous dragon bone.

This is the might of the King of Earth and Mountains. Fenrir possesses unparalleled strength, while Jörmungandr's power is only comparable to that of Chu Zihang after his bloodbath. However, he possesses an "eye" that can detect everything. She can find the most vulnerable part of anything and infuse it with power, easily destroying even a massive, solid structure. Take, for example, the lengthy "Atrium Serpent."

Jörmungandr removed the spear from Murasame's shoulder, spilling blood onto the ground. She spread her grim bony wings, revealing her fully transformed form. The dragon kings of the dragon clan possessed varying powers and forms.

For example, Fenrir was born as a simple dragon, with great strength but no wisdom; and she did not have an exaggerated body and strength, but had a gift for words and an extremely high IQ.

Another example is the King of Bronze and Fire, Constantine, who possesses power far exceeding that of Norton, but is always a child who relies on his brother and never grows up; while Norton has a personality and majesty most similar to their father, the Black King, and also masters supreme alchemy technology.

They all possess unparalleled power in some area. Their bloodlines are already pure, and the only way to strengthen them is to mix with the blood of other pure-blooded creatures. Jörmungandr originally wanted to devour her brother, but she repeatedly told herself that sadness is only temporary, while strength and loneliness are eternal. This is true of all dragons; it's not cold-bloodedness, but instinct.

But Lu Mingfei brought Old Tang—no, Norton! This was an unexpected surprise for Jörmungandr, nearly bursting into tears of joy... This way, she wouldn't have to eat her brother, who had been with her for a thousand years. She had originally cast "Whisper of the Earth" hoping to catch a dragon king of the same bloodline, but then Lu Mingfei showed up. She couldn't tell who he was, and even after searching through all of history, she couldn't find anyone with such a bizarre bloodline... a monster.

Then there is no need to care about the bet the monster had proposed to her!

"Today, here, Hela will descend, the gates of the Nibelung will open, and I will become the Queen of the Land of the Dead. It's a wonderful scene, like hell! Remember that 'lightless world' at Kassel Academy? Compared to the true mythological era, it was as shabby as a mud pit!"

Jörmungandr's voice was frantic. Her sharp claws touched the edge of Murasame's blade, shattering the divine sword. Cracks spread across the blade, starting from the edge. Pieces of solid steel fell away, clanging, until only the bare hilt remained. The memory of that man was destroyed. Jörmungandr gripped the hilt tightly, trying to erase the last trace of hesitation from her cold eyes.

Chu Zihang leaped from the bottomless chasm, his golden eyes drained of warmth, as cold as frost. To face the fully formed Jörmungandr, he had practically abandoned his human soul. All that remained in those terrifying eyes was endless murderous intent.

He pushed the third level of blood violence to the extreme!

"It's so scary, as if I ate your girl. Are you going to avenge that girl named 'Xiami'?" Jörmungandr's pupils drooped and he let out an inaudible sigh.

Is it really that important? Is it worth it? To go this far? Is it the anger of being deceived? Or the sadness of losing the girl?

She seemed to begin to understand the "empathy" that humans often talk about, the feeling of sadness, pain, and even tears for others. It was like an infectious disease. Perhaps she had been pretending to be human for too long, so she was infected...was that the reason for this? Seeing that boy become so asura-like, she felt...heartbroken.

Chu Zihang came with heavy steps. Wherever he passed, the steel melted and huge red spots burned on the rocks. There were many burnt footprints on the ground, and dark fire lines were running inside, like magma.

He suddenly bounced off the ground, carrying a huge impact force and surging black flames. Jörmungandr also awakened the purple arc field. They collided fiercely, her bone claws pierced his lungs, and his black flames burned the scales on her heart.

The air was filled with a strong fishy smell. After three bloody outbursts, the spiritual power was no longer sufficient for the strengthened "Jun Yan" to absorb. The soul had been burned, and now the flesh and blood were being burned!

In an instant, a violent "sizzling" sound interrupted the fight between the two men, and a cold white light penetrated from Jörmungandr's back and out of his chest.

Lu Mingfei descended from the sky holding the Guanshi Zhengzong.

It won't be BE

Chapter 167 The Dragon King lost, but Xia Mi did not lose

Scarlet blood splashed on Chu Zihang's shoulders, accompanied by a bone-burning "sizzling" sound, and wisps of white smoke rose.

That was the blood of the Dragon King, extremely poisonous and corrosive. If it weren't for the thick scales that grew from the third blood burst, this little bit of blood would have been enough to melt through Chu Zihang's shoulder!

A sharp scream tore through the sky. The golden light in Jörmungandr's pupils blazed like a raging flame. Sharp thorns protruded from her skin, splattering blood and flesh. Her black wings fluttered, her head and horns rose like a roaring demon. Rage and pain filled her heart, and pain permeated her nerves.

The female dragon was convulsing as the Guanshi Zhengzong sword pierced her heart. The shiny white tip of the blade, with crimson blood beads condensing on it, dripped down and the blade was directly on Chu Zihang's chest.

Chu Zihang's nerves, seized by the raging blood, stabbed violently. His mind was a blur, and in his haze, he seemed to see two faces. In reality, it was a ferocious, roaring Tyrannosaurus Rex, as hideous and chilling as a green-faced, fanged female ghost; and in the reflection of the Guanshi Zhengzong blade, it was a girl with a sweet smile, as kind and beautiful as a radiant angel...

A familiar scent drifted past my nose, wrapped in the fragrance of earth after rain, seemingly darting into my heart. Chu Zihang's eyes, like molten gold, flickered slightly, then faded for a moment. In that instant, his pupils were as black as lacquer, devoid of the glittering gold that symbolized power and authority. Fragments of burning metal flickered in those eyes, like thousands of dancing spirits.

For a split second, it seemed as if Chu Zihang from Shilan Middle School had returned. His eyes were so clear that they could reflect the distant cloud shadows and skylight. It was a lonely mirror reflecting the entire world... But upon closer inspection, he discovered that beneath the cloud shadows and skylight, there was also a reflection of a quiet girl.

No matter when, she is always there, accompanying the boy in her own way, never getting close nor staying away... This brief moment of confusion seems to last forever, making people reluctant to wake up.

"Brother, we have come to the very end. What is going through your mind now? You know I never show mercy, whether it's to Xia Mi or Jörmungandr. So don't leave any regrets. Hug your girl and kiss her deeply! Even if she is no longer beautiful now... this is the only chance!"