Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

Gen Chisei was extremely wary of what Kazama Ruri said.

In a battle between hybrids, physical strength and fighting techniques might give them an advantage, but only the Word Spirit can have the final say in the outcome of the battle.

"Don't worry, brother. My words are actually very weak. Compared to your kingship, my words are more like a small toy."

"It's just that this little toy has a special effect on my brother. It's just like the games we played when we were little. I always have a special effect on my brother."

Fengjian Liuli began to sing softly. This was the dragon language that humans and hybrids could not understand. The ancient and profound language jumped in the air with the wind, and the beautiful melody turned into notes that surrounded Fengjian Liuli.

In Yuan Zhisheng's perception, this was not a word full of murderous intent, but a song as cool and ethereal as a mountain stream.

This is what Yuan Zhisheng told him in his heart, but his body responded quickly and correctly. The Spider-Kiri and Doji-Kiri, which were glowing with cold light, had already approached Fengjian Ruri the moment the song sounded.

The blade light was like a loud white thunder, drawing a long silver-white line in the air. The sharp force of the blade made Fengjian Liuli feel a slight pain in his skin.

Although he didn't know what the words of Kazama Ruri were, Gen Chisei was certain that Kazama Ruri definitely did not sing this song for no reason. This song must be related to the words of Kazama Ruri.

In that case, he only needs to do one thing now, and that is to interrupt Fengjian Liuli's song.

No matter what kind of words a hybrid has, if it cannot be released in battle, it is equivalent to the hybrid not having any words.

Looking at the gradually approaching blade, there was no surprise in Fengjian Liuli's eyes. This was how mixed-bloods fought, seizing every flaw and then delivering a fatal blow to the opponent.

In this regard, his brother did a great job, probably because he had an excellent teacher.

But he is not bad either. Under his father's ruthless punch last time, he also gained valuable combat experience, how to avoid the opponent's attack while releasing the word spirit.

Fengjian Liuli tapped her toes lightly and moved her body backward several meters. The chanting in her mouth continued steadily, and Yuan Zhisheng's blade still followed Fengjian Liuli like a shadow, vowing to interrupt the release of her words.

"Royal power, thirty times gravity."

Yuan Zhisheng's golden pupils shone like the scorching sun at noon, and his eyeballs turned blood red in an instant, and the power of the dragon blood in his body was madly drawn away.

The originally graceful figure of Fengjian Liuli suddenly stopped in place under the sudden increase in gravity, just like a game boss frozen in time by the player in a stand-alone game, who could only watch the player's butcher knife slowly fall towards him.

The two sharp blades then pierced into both sides of Kazama Ruri's chest, but when Yuan Zhisheng wanted to pierce Kazama Ruri with the two blades, Kazama Ruri actually smiled.

Because his chanting had ended, an invisible area unfolded from his side and spread rapidly to the surroundings at a speed that neither of them could react to.

"Brother, I wish you a good dream."

Fengjian Liuli smiled and said goodbye to her brother for the last time. Then she shattered like a phantom in front of Yuan Zhisheng and turned into countless blue butterflies flying into the air.

The surrounding scene was also changing rapidly. Fengjian Liuli, who was right in front of him, was disappearing, and the two alchemical knives in Yuan Zhisheng's hands were also disappearing. Everything in the world disappeared in this instant and then was reconstructed.

The smell of blood that was clearly audible just now also faded at this moment, and the fresh fragrance of soil occupied Yuan Zhisheng's sense of smell at this moment.

Yuan Zhisheng still maintained the posture of stabbing the blade into Fengjian Liuli's chest, but the difference was that the famous sword in his hand had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the air still lingering in his hand.

The originally bright sky suddenly turned dark at this moment. The Kadori Shrine was perched in the distance under the pitch-black night sky, and the rain kept falling like the sad love rain in the movie.

The misty rain and fog submerged the entire town, like a soft veil covering the entire town, making it look so blurry.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at his chest. In the previous battle, there was a ten-centimeter-long wound there caused by Fengjian Liuli's sword. Although it was not fatal to him, it was still an extremely serious injury.

But at this moment, the wound disappeared, and the chest seemed to have never been injured. Yuan Zhisheng covered the wound with his left hand, and did not feel any pain.

He raised his head and looked at the misty town in the distance. His originally blazing golden eyes gradually dimmed in the rain.

He was seventeen again, back to the turning point of everything.

At the age of seventeen, he returned to the mountains with the long sword on his back. He was proud because he became the youngest member of the Executive Bureau with his royal blood. This time he came back to accept the mission to eliminate the evil spirits hidden in this town.

But in fact, he did not take on this mission entirely for justice. He just wanted to come back to see his younger brother, Genjime. If he left the evil ghost alone, his younger brother, Genjime might also be harmed. These combined gave him the reasons to return to the mountains once again.

At that time, everything was still so beautiful. People were still coming and going in the town that had not yet been abandoned, and the surrounding mountains and forests were filled with the chirping of birds and insects.

Here are the people he cares about most, as well as the beautiful memories with the people he cares about most.

He returned home as the youngest member of the Executive Bureau. In the future that he could see, with his hard work and royal bloodline, he would be able to leave this small town with his little girl and go to faraway Tokyo to live a successful life.

There they would be noble figures, no one would bully them anymore, the little girl could go to school in a better school, and he could visit him anytime between missions.

What a wonderful expectation! If everything goes well, he and his younger brother Zhinu will have a wonderful life, and the Sheqi Eight Families will have two emperors.

If he had not taken the path to Kadori Shrine, everything would have been so perfect. He would have narrated his experiences in the small house where he and his brother lived, and the little girl would have told him about the beauty of Tokyo in her expectant eyes.

Then, gathered around the fireplace, under the rain, the two of them randomly picked some ingredients and put them in the pot to cook a big pot of stew, letting the aroma of the food waft around the warm house.

It’s just a pity that there is no chance to regret anything in the world, just like a withered flower that will never bloom again.

And even if he was given another chance to choose, Yuan Zhisheng looked at the small town standing in the dark night and sighed deeply.

He would still make the same choice as in the past without hesitation.