Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 203 The storm is about to rise
"These White Calf and Black Horse Twin Blades are for you. They were originally made of inferior materials, so you can use the alchemical weapons from the Dragon Clan world to modify them."

"Also..."

With another wave of his hand, Han Yun summoned the bronze galloping horse, its hooves treading on clouds and lightning, and it appeared before Wang Ye.

"Find it a suitable body!"

Wang's eyes narrowed slightly: "The Dragon Clan?"

Han Yun nodded: "From the Dragon Clan!"

Suddenly, Wang couldn't help but think of a horse selection.

Then, Han Yun smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and swept the drop of pure dragon blood toward Wang Ye.

"With the Black King's bloodline, you can use your esoteric transformation techniques to become a hybrid, which will make things easier for you."

"I was right to think of everything!"

Wang Ye took the drop of dragon blood into his hand, closed his eyes and concentrated, merging his innate Qi with it. The dragon blood transformed into wisps of bloody aura and merged into the body of Wang Ye's avatar.

When he opened his eyes again, a pair of dazzling golden eyes suddenly lit up, intense and majestic, with a fleeting phantom of a Qimen formation within them.

His aura subtly shifted, gaining a faint yet unsettling air of majesty.

"It feels pretty good."

Wang Ye flexed his wrists, feeling the newly added, unruly yet completely controlled power within him. "Alright, identity sorted out, let's go take a look?"

Han Yun nodded, his gaze fixed on the now-stabilized world vortex: "Go. The Dragon World is a deep place, with various forces deeply intertwined: the Secret Party, the hybrid families, the awakened Dragon King, and even some monsters hidden even deeper. You can decide for yourself how to proceed."

"understand!"

Wang Ye chuckled, straightened his Taoist robe, and with seemingly lazy but actually precise steps, after putting away his things, stepped into the dazzling world passage.

The figure disappeared, and the ripples in the passage slowly subsided.

Han Yun stood alone on the Tongtian Bridge, his hands behind his back, gazing at the vortex. His gaze was distant, as if he had pierced through the barriers of the world and seen a world where dragon roars and steel intertwined, where glory and sorrow coexisted.

"A storm is about to begin from the smallest ripple."

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In the world of Dragon Raja, on the outskirts of a coastal city in Shenzhou.

The night was deep, and the abandoned industrial area was silent, with only the dull echo of waves crashing on the shore in the distance.

An unnatural ripple suddenly appeared in the air, like a drop of water falling into a calm lake. A faint light flashed, and Wang Ye staggered, appearing in the shadow of a huge, rusty storage tank.

"Tsk, the teleportation experience still needs improvement." He rubbed his forehead and quickly looked around.

The damp, salty air, mixed with the smells of rust and engine oil, filled the nostrils, giving one a rough, industrial feel on the edge of a modern city.

Just as he was about to take a step, his ear twitched slightly.

In the distance, the sharp sound of tires rubbing together tore through the night, and the roar of an engine grew louder as it approached, interspersed with a few sharp, crisp pops.

"Huh? I just arrived and I've already caught up with a show?"

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes gleaming slightly in the darkness. With a swift movement, he soared onto the roof of a nearby factory like a wisp of smoke, crouching low and looking in the direction of the sound.

A thrilling chase was unfolding on a narrow road not far away.

A black sedan sped away, its body riddled with bullet holes. Two SUVs pursued relentlessly, with people leaning out of their windows, guns spitting fire. Even more astonishing was the speed and strength displayed by the pursuers, clearly beyond the realm of ordinary humans; their leaps and dodges were executed with superhuman coordination and explosive power.

"A hybrid?" Wang Ye immediately made his judgment. "This welcoming ceremony is certainly quite lively."

Just then, the black sedan, seemingly due to severe damage or the driver being shot, suddenly went out of control and crashed into the concrete guardrail on the side of the road.

Boom!

The front of the car twisted and deformed instantly, the hood popped up, and white smoke billowed out.

The pursuing SUV screeched to a halt, and four or five men dressed in black combat uniforms and carrying weapons jumped out. Their eyes also gleamed with a pale golden light as they cautiously and swiftly surrounded the wrecked car.

"Target confirmed alive, proceed with cargo retrieval!" the leader ordered coldly, his voice muffled through his mask.

The back seat of the car was forcibly pried open, and a middle-aged man wearing a researcher's white coat and covered in blood was roughly dragged out, clutching a silver metal briefcase tightly in his arms.

The suitcase also bore the World Tree symbol unique to Kassel College.

Another man in black dragged a young woman who appeared to be unconscious from the driver's seat. She had obvious wounds on her arms, and her sleeves were soaked with blood.

"No...we can't give it to them..." The researcher, though seriously injured, still held onto the box tightly.

The leader in black sneered, raised his pistol, and pointed it at the researcher's forehead: "Password."

At this critical moment.

"Ugh--"

A long, clear sigh suddenly came from above, sounding particularly abrupt in the tense silence.

All the men in black froze instantly, their golden eyes scanning the source of the sound with wary intent.

Suddenly, a figure crouched down on the edge of the roof of the factory building next door.

He wore a loose Taoist robe, his hair was casually tied into a bun at the back of his head, with a few strands hanging down unruly.

He rested his chin on one hand, the other hanging naturally at his sides, tilting his head to look down. His golden eyes, brighter and more majestic than theirs, shone like two lamps in the darkness, carrying a hint of amusement and... pity?

"I'm talking to you all."

Wang Ye's voice carried a unique, lazy Beijing accent, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears: "In the middle of the night, fighting and killing not only disturbs people's sleep but also pollutes the environment. It's not good at all."

The leader in black was shocked; he had no idea when this person had appeared.

And those golden eyes... they exude an extremely strong sense of oppression. Which family's reinforcements are they? Or elites from the Execution Department?

"Who are you? We are on official business. Anyone not involved, get out of the way immediately!" he shouted, trying to remain calm, while secretly signaling his men to be on guard.

"Official business?"

Wang scratched his forehead, as if suddenly realizing something: "Oh, so you guys aren't in cahoots, you're the regular army catching thieves?"

He said this, but his body leaped lightly, landing silently in the middle of the road like a falling leaf, blocking the group of men in black and their prisoners.

"but……"

Wang Ye straightened up, patted off non-existent dust from his Taoist robe, and the playfulness in his golden eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm scrutiny.

"Judging by your menacing demeanor, is this official business of yours really that serious?"

(End of this chapter)