Fan Lunding took a deep breath, barely suppressing the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Anqielle, I really want to have a frank and honest talk with you. I hope you can show me the sincerity you deserve."
"Is that so?" Anqielle shifted her gaze to the altar in the distance. "By frank and honest talk, you mean secretly moving Lord Miluo's remains here? Don't you know what that means to our Golden Dragon Tribe?! "
"I don't want to do that either." Fan Lunding sighed deeply. "But, if I don't do that … Will you give me a chance to talk face to face? I can guarantee that Lord Miluo's remains are unharmed. Although he was once an enemy, he was also a powerhouse that I respected. Anqielle, it's time to put aside the hatred between us. Raphael's existence has seriously disrupted the order of this world. For the sake of the entire dragon tribe, for the sake of this continent, we must unite! "
Fan Lunding's words were eloquent and impassioned, but they did not move Anqielle in the slightest. Instead, the disgust on Anqielle's face deepened.
"Fan Lunding, it's not like we've known each other for the first time. Why flaunt yourself with such high-sounding words?" Anqielle sneered. "To put it bluntly, you're afraid that Raphael will kill you! Fan Lunding, as the king of the Dark Dragon Tribe, I really find it strange that you don't even have the courage to fight Raphael head-on. You only dare to play these little tricks behind his back, do you know that? I feel ashamed for you! "
Anqielle's merciless words hit Fan Lunding's sore spot. During the battle at the Demon Pond, if Fan Lunding had not deliberately stayed back to protect himself, there would be no Han Jin now. Since then, Han Jin's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and Fan Lunding's fear of Han Jin had also increased day by day. So much so that when the God of the Underworld, Stia, set up a trap to kill Han Jin, the dignified Dark Dragon King had been reduced to the role of hiding and launching sneak attacks.
"Anqielle, are you really so obstinate?!" Fan Lunding said slowly, pausing between each word. His expression became ferocious as if he was a ferocious beast that was waiting to pounce on a person.
"I know exactly what I'm doing." There was some pity in Anqielle's eyes. "Lunding, on the other hand, don't you think that you're too selfish to drag so many dragons to die with you?"
"Hehe …" Fan Lunding was so angry that he laughed instead. His eyes were filled with darkness as he stared at Anqielle. "Since you insist … then don't blame me for being merciless!"
Anqielle didn't say a word. She just stood there quietly with a mocking smile on her face. She was clearly trying to convey to Fan Lunding that this was her true self and that she should have done so long ago.
The battle broke out in an instant. Fan Lunding flew over at an unparalleled speed and threw a punch at Anqielle. The Dragon Flame Domain enveloping Fan Lunding and Anqielle's Deep Blue Domain simultaneously entangled with each other, twisting and attacking each other.
The guardians and elders of the Golden Dragon Tribe, as well as the Dark Dragon Tribe powerhouses that Fan Lunding had brought with him, simultaneously attacked each other.
"Let's go!" Anqielle let out a long whistle.
In a decisive battle in a place of elemental disorder, the Golden Dragon Tribe would definitely be at an absolute disadvantage. The guardians of the Dragon Realm and the elders of Dragon City did not dare to use magic. It would not be a big deal if magic lost its effect, but if an elemental tide was triggered, they would be the ones to be injured. On the other hand, the Dark Dragon Tribe powerhouses had no qualms. Black dragons had absolute immunity to magic. Among all magic, only Earth Spear, Meteorite, Icicle, and very few other spells that dealt both magic and physical damage could cause them slight damage.
As a result, the Dark Dragon Tribe powerhouses could use magic without restraint, while the guardians and elders of the Golden Dragon Tribe could only rely on their own bodies to fight.
This factor also affected the high-level battle between Anqielle and Fan Lunding. As the Lord of Ice, Anqielle only dared to open her domain, while Fan Lunding unleashed his powerful attacks without restraint from the start.
On a mountain top dozens of miles southwest of the place of elemental disorder, there was a wide armchair studded with gold, silver, and jewels. A young boy was sitting on the armchair, excitedly watching the flashing images in front of him through the X-Ray Eyes.
The boy was not tall, and his legs could not reach the ground as he sat on the armchair. However, he imitated an adult and sat steadily, giving off a very strange feeling.
"Look, haha … They're finally fighting!" The boy laughed heartily, his eyes filled with curiosity. He was like a village child who saw an airplane for the first time in a different world, innocent and happy.
The old man who was controlling the X-Ray Eyes had a smile on his face as he looked kindly at the boy. He then tried his best to adjust the angle of the X-Ray Eyes so that the boy could see more clearly. This old man was the president of the Majestic Light Empire's Guild of Magic after Green, Grand Magus Angerman.
Behind the boy stood two Knights. The Knight on the left was a middle-aged man who had some history with Han Jin. When Han Jin first entered the Majestic Light Empire, he was pursued by this Knight. The Dragon Knight, Ferragon, was also the captain of Nicholas's bodyguards. Standing on the right was Ferragon's deputy, Dick, the Dragon Knight who had served twice as an emissary.
Ferragon's face was very calm, and no one could guess what he was thinking. However, Dick's eyes were full of worry. Because he had seen Han Jin, the strong men in the Holy Crown City, and Green's attitude towards Han Jin, he agreed with Nicholas's judgment. Unfortunately, the decision-making power was not in his hands, nor in Nicholas'. Since Nicholas started his closed-door training, the boy in front of him had become an uncrowned king, and he could only follow his orders.
Just as the old man was adjusting the angle of his X-Ray Eye, a figure silently appeared behind them. The long shadow of the setting sun stretched out between the two dragon knights and shrouded the young man. It also cast a layer of darkness on the X-Ray Eye.
The old man realized that something was wrong. He glanced around and saw a young man standing quietly behind the chair, less than three meters away from the two Dragon Knight.
There was no need to think too much about it. To be able to use a mysterious method to avoid the detection of several experts and silently appear here, who else in the entire continent could do such a thing?
Angermange's face turned pale, and his trembling fingertips could no longer maintain the operation of the X-Ray Eyes. The next moment, the X-Ray Eyes shattered like a mirror falling to the ground.
The boy's eyes flickered, and then he let out a long sigh and suddenly asked, "Uncle Angermange, why do they have to kill each other? Isn't it good for everyone to live a happy life? "
"They …" Angermange didn't know whether to answer this childish question first, or to question the origin and purpose of the young man first. Although both were nonsense, he should do something.
Dick slowly turned around. When he saw Han Jin clearly, he couldn't help but lean back a little and then take a few steps back. He felt as if a huge rock had suddenly appeared in his chest, almost suffocating him.
Feragon's reaction was very calm. He slowly reached down with his right hand and tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, two balls of fire slowly burning in his eyes.
The boy also turned around and looked at Han Jin with a pair of curious eyes. "Ah … We have a guest. Big brother, how are you?"
"Little guy, do you still recognize me?" Han Jin smiled. No matter how smart Nicholas' son was, he was still young. Although he could control his expression very well, his trembling toes and stiff neck clearly showed his true feelings.
"Big brother, you've seen me before?" the boy asked in surprise. Then he said, "Big brother, you're so beautiful!"
"You shouldn't use beautiful to praise a man." Han Jin said with a smile, "Say something else, such as' handsome 'or' dashing '. I like them all."
"Is that so? I'll remember that. Hehe … "The boy grinned.
Han Jin took a step forward. Feragon and Dick leaned against each other as if they had been electrocuted, shielding the boy behind them.
"Don't be nervous." Han Jin softly said. His gaze went past the people in front of him and into the elemental mist in the distance. After a while, he slowly said, "Fan Lundin's boldness ends here. Do you believe it? Even if he's given thousands or tens of thousands of years, he won't make any progress. "
Angermange and the others looked at each other. They didn't understand why Black Dragon King Fan Lundin was suddenly mentioned, nor did they know how to respond.
"Compared to Fan Lundin, Nicholas is much more outstanding." Han Jin smiled. "Three years … might be too short, but if he's given more time, he really might be able to break through the final barrier because he has a courageous and fearless heart."
"Big brother, are you praising my father? Ha … Thank you! "The boy squeezed his head out from between Feragon and Dick and said with a smile.
"Unfortunately …" Han Jin looked at the boy with a strange gaze. "You've ruined him."
"Me?" Perhaps his self-control had reached its limit, but the boy's smile became a bit forced.
"I can sense that Nicholas is rushing here at full speed." Han Jin said in a low voice, "He should know that it is not the right time to fight with me, but he has no other choice. For the sake of Tru Linda's dying wish, and for the responsibility of a father, he must come."
"Big brother, I don't understand what you're saying." The boy blinked his eyes hard.
Drip … Drip … Drip … Drops of blood dripped down from the armrest and seeped into the grass. The boy's fingertips were quietly and desperately digging into the armrest. His broken fingernails had already pierced deep into his fingertips, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. Perhaps it was because another kind of pain was more torturous that made him ignore his own fingers.
"You can't always rely on petty tricks to do things." Han Jin calmly said, "Nicholas is a good father, but you're not a good son."
(Today seems to be the last day of the voting. I hope everyone can vote for me. Forget about the work, vote for the author. Actually, I know that Pig Cat Red Army Hero has been supporting me, or else I wouldn't have been able to get to the tenth place. There's no such thing as a friend helping you all the time and not working hard. So, although I know that this chapter of the update is very bad, I still have to shamelessly ask for a vote. Everyone, please help me and vote for me.) (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
