Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 101: Perhaps She is More Like a Monster Than a Dragon
At the bottom of the Yangtze River, in the ancient bronze city, in the huge sky temple, the devil finally revealed his true face.

Caesar stared blankly at the girl who was half-hung in the air and had completely transformed into a dragon. He looked at the pale huge bone wings that spread out and vaguely revealed a cross, and murmured, "Dragon Bone Cross..."

"Little girl..." Yuan Zhisheng also looked up blankly, almost unable to believe his eyes.

He knew that Minamoto no Chitose's words seemed to be some kind of bloodline enhancement. She had used this kind of words when she was forced to fight against Eri in the battle between the Snake Eight Clan.

She also had a dragon-transforming reaction at that time, but she only had a few more scales on her body.

But at this moment, her whole body was covered with scales, her hands and feet turned into sharp claws, and ancient wings spread out behind her, as if she had completely turned into a dragon.

Looking at those blazing, bright golden eyes that lacked any human emotion, and feeling the incomparable pressure emanating from the girl, Yuan Zhisheng felt a fear from the bottom of his heart, and he began to tremble.

His sister turned into a monster in front of him again, but he would not swing the knife at her again. He was just extremely worried whether she could return to her original appearance.

But no matter whether she can recover or not, she is still his sister, someone he will give everything to protect.

Compared to the shock of Caesar and Yuan Zhisheng, Samson seemed a little anxious. He stared at the white figure in front of him, and a hoarse roar kept coming out of his ferocious big mouth. There was an undisguised uneasiness in the roar, but he did not dare to attack.

As a second-generation person with a title, Samson's bloodline can be considered very noble, but for thousands of years, he has never felt such oppression from a human being.

This fear that came from the bottom of his heart came from the pressure in his blood, and he had only felt this feeling from the Dragon King before.

For a moment, the entire Sky Temple was extremely quiet. Both humans and dragons were looking at the girl who was stretching her body in the air. She looked so sacred and yet so evil, as majestic as a god and as hideous as a ghost.

Yuan Zhinu felt the blood boiling in her body, and felt an incomparable power filling her limbs and bones, as if everything in front of her could be destroyed as long as she wanted. No living creature could stop her, and she could do anything she wanted.

Is this what it feels like to be in control of power? It's so intoxicating...

Samson became more and more anxious. He finally realized that he could not wait any longer, but he did not dare to attack easily. The huge golden eyes were burning brightly. The black dragon opened its ferocious bloody mouth, and an extremely dazzling flame was gathering deep in its throat.

As a direct descendant of the bronze and fire lineage, Samson also possesses the power of fire. Although his power does not reach the level of Zhulong, it is far greater than Junyan's.

With a life-shaking roar, countless flames condensed into a huge fire dragon that erupted from his mouth. At that moment, the river water became boiling hot and the temperature in the entire temple rose suddenly.

The flames came swiftly and fiercely, but the pale figure did not even try to dodge. In an instant, he was enveloped by endless flames. Countless evaporated water vapor filled the air, and his vision became blurred.

Samson was lurking vigilantly in the distance, his huge golden eyes staring at the flames that burned half of the space without blinking. Although he did not hold back at all in this attack, he did not believe that the monster could be killed so easily.

The rapidly rising terrifying high temperature filled the entire space. In the endless flames, a pale figure stepped out from the fire.

Her movements were not fast, and could even be considered graceful, but every time the huge bone wings behind her flapped, the flames would be pushed away a little by the invisible force and could not get close to her at all.

Even though he had expected it, Samson still let out an unwilling roar. He gathered his strength again, as if preparing to use an even more dangerous ability.

But it was too late, because the monster in front of him raised the bloody long knife in his hand.

Looking at the huge black dragon in front of her, Yuan Zhinv threw the long sword in her hand with force.

In the raging flames, the endless flames illuminated the unruly figure of Yuan Zhinv. The deformed monster made a metallic sound and said, "Death!"

The bloody killing weapon rolled and flew towards Samson like a stream of bright red light. It was not fast and it was very quiet, because death is such a quiet thing.

The flame that had already condensed halfway in the dragon's mouth was forcibly interrupted, and this dangerous ability could not be released. This was like forcibly gathering a bomb that had already begun to explode!

Samson raised his head and roared silently, the shadow of the blood-red sword was reflected in his huge golden pupils. This top creature finally realized that the disaster was right in front of him, but he had no way to dodge it.

It was as if he was being stared at by the god of death. The order of death was issued directly through the long sword and imposed on Samson's huge dragon body. He curled up and trembled slightly, like a sinner waiting for judgment.

The long sword pierced the dragon's back, and the huge black dragon was completely unable to resist. The incomparable force carried him from the air and smashed him to the ground, splashing huge water.

This is an absolute will to kill, it is God's judgment on the world, nailing all sinners to the pillar of shame, without allowing resistance or defense.

The pale, ferocious ghost flapped its huge wings gracefully and slowly approached the giant dragon that was nailed to the ground and was still struggling in death. Its condescending look was like God looking down on a sinner.

Yuan Zhinv bent her body slightly and gently stroked the dragon's scaly head with her sharp claws. Her movements were so gentle, as if she was stroking a naughty pet.

She slowly uncovered Samson's iron mask, looked at the fear in the pair of golden eyes, tilted her head and smiled slightly, and suddenly reached out. The sharp claws penetrated into Samson's head, and the endless killing order was forcibly imposed on the dragon through her hand. The hard scales broke instantly, the flesh and blood melted, and the dark golden bones inside were faintly visible with cracks.

He was being unraveled.

A dying groan came from the mouth of the huge black dragon, and its long powerless tail swayed in the river until it finally became completely stiff. It slowly closed its golden eyes, and the moment its breath disappeared, its entire body instantly disintegrated into a pool of minced meat.

The pale figure was standing in the flesh and blood, with blood splattered on her body and face, but her expression was so intoxicated, as if she was enjoying the most wonderful food in the world.

The river water was still boiling, but everything suddenly became quiet, as quiet as when the world was first created and all was silent.

Caesar looked at the scene in front of him in shock. It was truly a scene from hell. Perhaps compared to the terrifying dragon, the hideous girl looked more like a monster.

She was like a demon crawling out of hell, craving for all fresh blood, bloody and violent, hating everything beautiful and alive, and would tear apart everything in front of her.

Looking at this horror movie-level scene, an indescribable fear spread from Caesar's heart. A chill spread from his cervical vertebrae to his limbs and bones. He just felt his scalp tingling.

He didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing the evil ghost who was eating. If he attracted the evil ghost's attention at this moment, there seemed to be only one outcome.

That is to go to the dining table and become her next meal.

But at this very moment, there are some short-sighted people who want to speak.

"Little girl..." Yuan Zhisheng muttered to himself as he looked at the horrifying creature in front of him, his voice particularly clear in the silent temple.

Caesar quickly walked towards the only living person besides him, grabbed the man's wrist, and growled, "Are you crazy? She has obviously lost her mind! Don't provoke her at this time!"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned the moment he saw Qingyuan's childish appearance. The boy had a handsome face, even looked a little feminine, and was 80% similar to Fengjian Liuli in Caesar's memory.

They look almost exactly the same, yet completely different. What distinguishes them is their temperament and demeanor. Fengjian Liuli is flamboyant and unrestrained, as if she disdains everything. She is like a burning flame, beautiful and extremely aggressive at the same time.

The boy in front of him, although handsome, seemed to have dark clouds between his brows. This gloomy look made him look particularly depressed and even a little effeminate.

But it was only a moment before Caesar came back to his senses. He lowered his voice and said, "I don't care who you are. If you don't want to die, don't talk!"

But his voice seemed to remind the young man in front of him, and Yuan Zhi suddenly woke up. He fiercely shook off Caesar's hand, and at that moment Caesar, who was so strong, couldn't hold it at all.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't even look at Caesar, but ran straight towards the hideous monster, shouting loudly: "Child girl!"

Caesar wanted to stop it but it was too late. He could only watch as the monster slowly turned its head, revealing a face covered with pale scales. On that terrifying face, the girl's delicate features could be vaguely seen.

But at this moment, the beautiful and flamboyant girl had completely disappeared. There was not a trace of human emotion in those majestic golden eyes, only endless coldness, like some kind of cold-blooded reptile.

She looked at the human running towards her, her pupils slightly erected, like a snake locking onto its prey.

That gaze was so cold and terrifying that Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but tremble all over. But even though his teeth were chattering with fear, he still approached slowly but firmly, step by step.

"Little girl, wake up quickly." The boy said in a trembling voice: "Dad and Eri are still waiting for us in Japan, and Kogure is waiting for you too, wake up!"

He knew that Genji was probably on the verge of losing control at this moment, and might not even recognize him. It would undoubtedly be a very dangerous act to get close to her at this time, and he might even be torn to pieces.

But Yuan Zhisheng didn't care.

All he knew was that he had lost her once, and he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

Absolutely not.

The girl watched him coldly as he slowly approached. There was no emotion in her golden eyes. It was as if she was looking at a clown who came to die, or as if God was sizing up a greedy believer.

Caesar, who had been watching this side the whole time, held his breath and dared not make any sound. He watched the boy finally walk up to the girl and open his arms without hesitation.

He hugged the bloody and hideous monster tightly in his arms.

(End of this chapter)