As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Looking at Mansfield across from him, Ron looked quite strange.

Ron originally didn't quite understand why Mansfield was so furious, and didn't know what was wrong with him.

But when Ron saw Ifrit in his arms, he immediately understood why Mansfield was angry.

Well, that's understandable.

You know, Ron has always been very kind and tolerant. He is not the kind of petty man. He can completely forgive Mansfield's rudeness. After all, he kidnapped his reserved wife and was affectionate in front of him. How can he not be angry?

As for Ifrit, his brows were slightly frowned.

Obviously the person in front of her is her own elder brother, and obviously this may be the last dragon in the Dusk Continent besides her, the last blood relative. However, there is no warmth at all in Ifrit's eyes, only coldness and ruthlessness. That is not the look she gives to a relative, that is completely the look she gives to a stranger... No, maybe even worse than a stranger, that is the look she gives to an enemy.

In the previous seven illusions, Ifrit had completely let go of everything that had happened before.

Her soul has been tempered again.

She no longer cared about the bullying she had suffered at the hands of Mansfield since she was a child, the humiliation and fear of being expelled from Dragon's Nest, and what her parents thought of her.

But, at the same time, the last bit of family affection between her and Mansfield, her father and mother, and the dragon clan was completely severed.

From then on, Ifrit lived only for herself and Ron, and everything in the past disappeared like smoke.

Of course, this is assuming that Mansfield does not harm himself.

The moment Mansfield attacked himself and his husband, he was already classified as an enemy by Ifrit.

And Ifrit has always been cruel enough towards his enemies.

Everything that he had experienced since childhood, the abandonment of his family, the humiliation he had suffered while wandering in human society, had made Ifrit's heart as cold as iron. In Ifrit's heart, except for himself and Ron, everyone else was just dispensable.

It can even be said that Ron's importance is even greater than hers.

Even Lydia, who had been with Ifrit for such a long time, even longer than Ron and Ifrit, still could not melt Ifrit's cold heart. Ifrit was just following the master's orders to protect Lydia, that was all.

The slender and muscular body twisted and struggled slightly in Ron's arms, and Ifrit tried to break away from Ron's arms.

A pair of eyes like crystal gems revealed a cold murderous intent.

When Mansfield on the opposite side saw this scene, he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Damn, hate, hate.

A pair of shameless adults, who had been caught having an affair, yet they didn't even separate quickly.

Ifrit, this shameless thing, even twisted and turned in this man's arms? Was she so impatient?

Why didn’t I realize before that my sister was so shameless?

However, although he was extremely angry, Mansfield did not act rashly.

Just from the way Ron dodged his dragon breath, Mansfield judged that this mysterious man was as powerful as himself. Perhaps, Agulal, the guardian god of the Spang Theocracy, died at the hands of this man.

Although, he just blew out a breath of dragon in anger.

Not to mention a full-strength attack, he didn't even use a third of his strength.

However, being able to dodge his own attack so easily is not something that ordinary people can do.

Ron's method of dodging his own attack was very simple and very rough. He did not use a powerful shield to resist, nor did he use magic such as space movement to dodge. Instead, he used pure speed to quickly leave that position when the dragon's breath was about to hit his body, and returned with Ifrit after the dragon's breath disappeared.

The speed was so fast that even Mansfield found it difficult to catch Ron's sight.

Mansfield's heart sank.

He knew that the mysterious man opposite him was a powerful being in the realm of destruction just like himself.

He is of dragon clan and royal bloodline.

Even though he had the best bloodline inheritance and talent in the entire Dragon Valley, it took Mansfield two to three hundred years to achieve destruction.

How old is this man, and how can he be so powerful?

When did the human world have another guy with such amazing talent? Is there going to be another monster like the saint Partridge or the blasphemer Archibald?

Mansfield had never seen a blasphemer or a saint, but he had heard of them from his father, especially the blasphemer... He would never forget the indelible fear in his father's eyes whenever he mentioned the blasphemer.

It's not just this man, but even this sister, Mansfield found himself a little confused.

My sister was also releasing circles of powerful pressure.

Under that pressure, the whole world trembled.

The palace was an exquisitely designed building, with dense cracks spreading silently on its thick walls.

This is the aura that can only be released by a strong person in the realm of destruction.

At this moment, Mansfield really couldn't help but almost screamed.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could my sister achieve the state of destruction so quickly?

You know, the reason why he could become a master of the Realm of Destruction was thanks to his identity as the Dragon Prince. He could unscrupulously enjoy the countless magical herbs and medicines offered by various countries and races in the Dragon Clan's treasury.

Without the assistance of these things, even with Mansfield's talent, it would take at least a hundred years for him to achieve destruction.

But Ifrit, an abandoned girl who had long been expelled from the Dragon Valley, had nothing on her and was lucky to be alive. Where did so many good things come from for her to practice?

Could it be that this woman's talent in cultivation is even greater than mine?

For a moment, a strong sense of jealousy surged in Mansfield's chest.

Of course, Mansfield completely forgot that he had not actually practiced much. From childhood to adulthood, he basically just ate and slept, and slept and ate. He was not much different from most of the dragons and seldom put his energy into practicing.

This is how most dragons grow up. Their bloodlines are so strong that even if they live like pigs, they will have quite good strength as long as they reach adulthood.

Even if they take magical herbs and medicines, they rarely take the time to refine them, and the improvements brought by them are minimal.

On the contrary, perhaps Ifrit’s talent is not as good as Mansfield’s, but if she wants to survive, she has to work hard to practice and constantly improve her strength.

The amount of hard work the two put in in their practice is totally not on the same level.

Although he was jealous and angry, Mansfield still tried his best to control his anger.

The development of the situation deviated greatly from his plan. The cause of reviving the dragon clan had just begun but encountered great difficulties. Mansfield had to review his plan.

Originally, he wanted to persuade Ifrit. It would be best if Ifrit was obedient. If Ifrit was not obedient, he would not mind using a slightly rougher method to suppress Ifrit.

But now, Mansfield had to give up this plan. If he still wanted to force Ifrit to surrender, he would be seeking death.

Although he was proud, he was not proud enough to fight against two masters of the same level at the same time.

Once a master of the Destruction Realm takes action, the world will be destroyed. Even if he relies on some secret techniques of the Dragon Clan to defeat or even kill the two, he himself will certainly suffer extremely serious injuries, which is very bad for his plan.

Since a real fight would be extremely disadvantageous to oneself, in this situation, verbal attack would be a very useful tactic.

Mansfield was very smart, his mind worked quickly, and he immediately came up with a plan in his mind.

After all, Ifrit is a descendant of the dragon clan, and he certainly has the pride that the dragon clan should have. Although this man is quite powerful, maybe this is just the choice Ifrit made out of necessity.

If she knew that he was willing to accept her, Ifrit would definitely kick the man away.

After all, even if he and that man were about the same in strength, his bloodline and identity were more noble, so even a fool would know what to choose.

In this way, Ifrit, who was originally an enemy, will become his teammate.

By then, in a two-to-one situation, this man would be the one to die.

Of course, Ifrit might not want to kill the man because of their old friendship. Although Mansfield would not be satisfied with this result, the most important thing right now is to re-coordinate the relationship with Ifrit. There will be plenty of opportunities to kill the man in the future.

After thinking of this, Mansfield quickly adjusted his mood. His expression quickly became anxious and missing, with some relief and luck: "Oh, Ifrit, my dearest sister, it's really good to see that you are okay."

The sudden change and the caring and intimate tone made Ifrit stunned.

She thought that everything she experienced in the seven illusions was just an illusion. Who could have imagined that Mansfield would actually appear in front of her with such a look.

For a moment, she wondered if she had seen it wrong.

Is the person in front of me really the Mansfield who enjoyed bullying me since childhood and even almost killed me several times?

Could it be that this guy has been possessed by someone and his soul has been replaced?

Mansfield didn't care. Since the verbal attack had already started, he had to strike while the iron was hot and definitely not give Ifrit a chance to think carefully. At some point, his eyes turned red and he looked like he was about to cry. "God bless you, Ifrit, you don't know how worried I am about you."

"Ever since you were expelled from Dragon Valley, I have been worried about you every day and night, wondering if you have eaten enough and if you can sleep well."

"I have asked my father more than once to take you back to Dragon Valley, but... you know my father's temper. No one can change the decision he made."

"I once wanted to sneak out of Dragon Valley to see yours, but somehow my father found out. He scolded me severely and even kicked me out of Dragon Valley, forcing me to travel around the Dusk Continent."

Well, in order to gain my sister's trust and awaken the family affection in her heart, I can only push all the problems onto my father.

Anyway, my father is already dead, there is no way he can jump out from the ground and slap me.

Mansfield lied without blushing or beating his heart, while secretly looking at Ifrit's face.

He hoped to see some expression of emotion on Ifrit's face. As long as Ifrit's emotions wavered a little, he was sure he could convince Ifrit.

Mansfield knew Ifrit very well, and he knew exactly how to control this woman. For Ifrit, nothing was more attractive than the temptation of going home and the affection of family.

When his eyes fell on Ifrit's face, he could clearly see the shock in Ifrit's eyes.

This made Mansfield happy, thinking that there was an opportunity, and he quickly added fuel to the fire: "Oh, my dearest sister, please believe me, your brother has always loved you."

"I know I bullied you and did some very harsh things to you."

"But I was very reluctant to do those things. My father and mother forced me to do them."

"You are my only sister. We were born on the same day. I love you so much. If it weren't for my father and mother forcing me, how could I do anything to hurt you?"

"You know, every time I bullied you and saw you bleeding, my heart was bleeding."

"But my father told me that I had to draw a line between myself and you in this way. Only in this way would he and the other dragons in the dragon clan be willing to acknowledge my identity as the Dragon Prince. He said this was a test for me... You know, I was also very weak at that time. I had no power to resist my father and mother. When my father and mother wanted to expel you from the Dragon Valley, I knelt in front of them and begged them, but all I got in return was a slap from my father."

"I have sworn in my heart that when I become the real Dragon King and have power in my hands, I will definitely bring you back from outside. I will tell everyone that you are the most beautiful princess of the dragon clan."

"They all say you are a freak, but I don't think so. In my eyes, you are the most charming dragon. I will marry you in front of all the dragons and make you my most beautiful queen."

Mansfield opened his arms and delivered an emotional speech.

His voice was gentle yet firm, and hoarse yet tender.

It seemed to contain his will that could not be changed by any powerful army.

He found seemingly reasonable excuses for all the excessive things he had done to Ifrit before, and put all the responsibility on the old Dragon King.

As he spoke, even Mansfield began to believe that he really loved Ifrit so deeply.

His eyes were red and his pupils were moist, and it looked like tears were about to fall.

Of course, even so, Mansfield was still secretly observing Ifrit's expression. He saw that Ifrit's face was full of shock and his throat was constantly moving.

Looks like he's choking?

Are you moved by your own words?

It must be so.

Isn't it easy to control a fool like this who has been longing for family affection since childhood?

As for Ron, he had a strange look on his face, and just watched Mansfield's performance quietly, as if he was watching a clown. He believed that Ifrit was not that kind of fool, and she would definitely make the right choice at this time.

Ifrit's face looked extremely weird, her flat belly was rising and falling, and her intestines and stomach were churning violently. She could only move her throat desperately, relying on her saliva to suppress the urge to vomit.

The Dragon Girl was truly shocked.

She had long known that her brother was not a good person, but when he said such shameless words without any hesitation or embarrassment, she still felt that her three views had been refreshed to the limit.

How thick-skinned does one have to be to say something like this?

Is he trying to fool me like a fool?

I thought Mansfield in the Seventh Level Illusion was shameless enough, but who would have thought that the real Mansfield could push the limit?

Fortunately, he had not eaten much in the past few days in order to break through the level of the Destruction Realm, and his stomach was empty. Otherwise, Ifrit believed that he would definitely vomit out because he could not bear these words.

Ifrit took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions.

She opened her cherry lips slightly, and slowly spoke under Mansfield's earnest gaze: "Mansfield..."

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Chapter 2 presented