Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 192 Promise me you won't be a stubborn fool.

"How can people's hearts be so black!"

"What happened to the promise that we'd all be a loving family?"

Seeing Russell looking like a villain, Lu Mingfei's lips twitched, and he wisely flipped over and jumped off Sleipnir.

There was no other way. This eight-legged celestial horse looked majestic, but in essence it was just a dead servant temporarily molded by power. Its combat strength couldn't even surpass that of a second-generation species. If a real fight broke out, it probably wouldn't last a single exchange. Rather than being knocked off its horse and losing all its prestige later, it was better to give up riding it now, at least it could still maintain some dignity in terms of appearance.

"How so?" Russell narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Lu Mingfei, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

To be honest, he also wanted to see how far he had progressed since becoming a disciple of the Dao Ancestor.

"The blood of kings must end with the sword!" Lu Mingfei said coolly. Gungnir reformed in his palm, crimson arcs of electricity crackling back and forth on the gun, emitting a low, magnetic hum. An invisible pressure spread out from him, making even the air feel slightly heavy.

"Alright." Russell's scarlet lips curled up, and the surging black energy around him suddenly contracted inward, revealing his fierce and domineering true form.

The Asura Purgatory Halberd in his hand, enhanced by demonic energy, exuded a chilling aura. Countless twisted demonic faces writhed and howled. The palm-sized God-Splitting Puppet on his right shoulder also gleamed with ferocity, its fangs slightly bared. Standing there, it was the perfect pose of an ultimate boss.

The passengers on the plane were thrilled to watch; for the price of a plane ticket, they could witness two god-like battles. Even going home now would be worth the ticket price!

Of course, this doesn't include the old man, who was completely dumbfounded when Russell appeared.

Does the gestation of demons nowadays not require time?

This is completely contrary to the fundamental laws of magic!

boom!

There was no trial and error, no warm-up.

One second ago, the two were staring at each other from a distance of 100 meters apart. The next second, the space between them seemed to be crumpled into a ball of paper by a pair of invisible giant hands, and their figures disappeared into thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the air in the very center of the ruins suddenly exploded as the Asura Purgatory Halberd and Gungnir collided heavily, the dull thud catching up half a beat later.

The ground beneath their feet could no longer withstand this extraordinary force, and it suddenly cracked open, revealing countless jagged fissures that spread wildly in all directions like a spider web.

Countless afterimages flashed and darted among the broken walls and ruins, each pause leaving only half a phantom before exploding a thousand meters away in the next instant.

The shockwave arrived before the sound, the shrill scream of the vacuum shattering tore through the clouds, even the rain was crushed into nothingness, the rubble was compacted before it could fly, the deep pit in the ground was ravaged once again, the sunken ground was squeezed downwards wildly, and a dense crack pattern was embedded in the surface.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and exerted his strength. Taking advantage of the moment they passed each other, he swept his left elbow toward Russell's temple. The tip of his elbow cut through the air with a piercing whistle. Russell raised his forearm to block, and at the moment the elbow and arm collided, Lu Mingfei flipped his right wrist. Gungnir turned into a crescent moon of cold light and swept out horizontally, forcing Russell to lean back and dodge.

The tip of the gun grazed Russell's chest, sending up a long trail of blinding sparks, and silently sliced ​​the half-wall behind him in two.

Regaining his position, Lu Mingfei stood with his gun in hand, displaying his valiant stance: "Brother Luo, don't underestimate me. If I don't go all out, I'll take down Bo Gang."

"Good lad." Russell grinned, unleashing his full Heavenly Overlord Body. Veins bulged beneath his skin like coiled dragons, and his entire body was enveloped in a purple-gold, domineering divine light. His Demonized True Martial status hovered behind his head as a jet-black divine halo, the black and purple-gold intertwining. The righteous energy of the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Venerable and the ferocity of the Purgatory Demons strangely merged into one, transforming into a unique and malevolent aura: "Then come!"

Before he could finish speaking, the God-Splitting Puppet on Russell's shoulder suddenly opened its fierce eyes, and an invisible soul impact, like an unseen hammer, slammed into the depths of Lu Mingfei's consciousness from afar.

Lu Mingfei felt a loud buzzing in his head, as if his soul had been punched hard from the inside. Stars flashed before his eyes, and his consciousness experienced a very brief interruption.

This gap is already fatal enough for the two of them at their current level.

The purple-gold energy burst open, shattering the clouds above. Russell stomped his foot, and the void beneath his feet cracked open with spiderweb-like black patterns.

Without any fancy words of power, without any authority to back it up, it is pure violence.

The purple-gold fist sliced ​​through the air, and before the air could even explode, the fist had already slammed into Lu Mingfei's chest, creating a ring of white waves.

Lu Mingfei was blasted into a blur, crashing diagonally into the ruins of the shrine below, carving out hundreds of meters of rubble and gullies before finally slamming into the edge of the large pit left by Bo Gang, smashing half of the pit wall before finally coming to a stop.

"Cough cough cough—" Lu Mingfei struggled to his feet from the rubble. A clear fist mark was branded on his Dragon King Armor, cracks spreading outwards across most of the armor. He wiped his mouth, glanced at the smear of golden dragon blood on the back of his hand, and grimaced as he stood up: "That punch really hit!"

"If you're hot enough, keep going!" Russell's figure plummeted from the sky, dragging the Asura Purgatory Halberd behind him. The tip of the halberd cut a scarlet wound in the air, and he raised his hand to unleash a powerful cleavage!

When this halberd struck down, it seemed as if the sky itself was about to split open!

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted, and he dared not take the blow head-on. The airflow exploded beneath his feet, blasting him horizontally away, barely avoiding the slash, and he only managed to stabilize himself a thousand meters away.

Looking at the earth that had been cleaved into the magma layer and the blackish-purple demonic energy gushing out from the cracks, Lu Mingfei broke out in a cold sweat.

Although they had tried to restrain the destructive power of their attack to avoid the aftermath of the battle directly annihilating Japan, as the saying goes, good things come in small packages. If that blow had landed squarely on him, he would definitely not have felt any better.

"Non-boy," Russell said, stepping into the void and sheathing his halberd, "continue."

Lu Mingfei's performance was actually quite good. From the time he turned the tide until now, he hadn't even used much of the power of this world's Dao Fruit. The only problem was that his opponent was him.

Now, Lu Mingfei can be said to have completely regained his power and influence, and dealing with anyone else would not be so difficult for him.

The reason is simple: he also has authority, and if the authority between the two is not extremely suppressed, then the two will cancel each other out.

In the words of the dragons themselves, a battle between kings is destined to end in bloodshed.

In other words, hand-to-hand combat.

Not to mention Lu Mingfei, who hasn't fully adapted to his new power yet.

Lu Mingfei clearly realized this as well, and immediately stopped being arrogant. He took out the Dragon King Dao Fruit and clenched it tightly with his five fingers!

Crimson-gold flames exploded from his body, and two gleaming golden dragon horns sprouted from the top of his head, his dragon might spreading across the land.

But that's not enough.

"Lu Mingze!"

"You're so weak, brother~" The voice, both disdainful and doting, resounded directly in Lu Mingfei's heart.

Something for nothing, 200% fusion, ultimate form.

The next moment, dazzling elemental light appeared out of thin air around them, stirring up the energy in the space and causing faint ripples to spread in all directions. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the entire world was rendered incredibly somber.

His golden eyes shone as brightly as the sun, and it seemed that he controlled all things in the world.

Layer upon layer of dragon scales grew from his body, covering his entire body. Behind him, a pair of enormous dragon wings suddenly unfolded, with blazing golden patterns flowing on the wing membranes. Each flap brought up a heat wave hot enough to melt steel.

Beneath his feet lay a kaleidoscope of time and space silhouettes, a visual feast like a rainbow.

He stretched out his right palm forward, and countless mysterious runes on Gungnir surged wildly. The authority belonging to the World Tree was fully awakened, transforming into countless crimson-gold light particles, which then condensed again into a golden war spear engraved with mysterious runes.

The spear shaft is thick and long, weighing a thousand pounds, while the spear blade is slender like a greatsword. The spearhead is arrow-shaped, with the blade gleaming coldly, clearly indicating its suitability for slashing and thrusting.

"Brother Luo, I'm taking over the battlefield now." Lu Mingze's voice rang out from within Lu Mingfei's body, overlapping with Lu Mingfei's voice, indifferent yet authoritative.

He held Gungnir, now imbued with runes, in his hand.

Just as Russell had previously commented, Lu Mingze was also extremely satisfied with his older brother's performance.

Lu Mingfei's current problem is only a lack of experience. So, until he accumulates enough experience, he will be the one to protect his brother's glory!

"Take over? What take over?" Russell looked at Lu Mingfei in surprise, weighing the glass ball that had appeared in his hand at some unknown time. He grinned and said, "Have you guys forgotten something? We came here for Bo Gang. Why do we have to fight to the death? What, have you been infected by that guy Ye Fan? You forgot about the important matter as soon as you got into it?"

Inside the glass sphere was Bo Gang's frozen body.

"Holy crap! When did you get it?"

This is Lu Mingfei.

"That was when you guys were reciting your lines during your transformation." Russell sighed, feigning helplessness, and said earnestly, "Fei-zai, this is the second lesson I'm teaching you. Next time you transform, remember to cancel the pre-transformation animation."

Before he finished speaking, his entire body turned into black mud, which instantly swelled into countless black bats with red eyes. They scattered and chattered, flying through the night sky like a black storm. In an instant, they vanished without a trace, leaving only Lu Mingfei standing there, maintaining his cool pose of holding a gun and fighting, completely disheveled in the wind and rain.

Lu Mingfei:

"Poor Fei-zai—" In the woods, Zhang Chulan shook his head with his arms crossed, his face full of sympathy.

This wasn't a fight at all; it was clearly a complete manipulation by Brother Luo from beginning to end.

"Alright, Bo Gang has already joined the demon camp. We need to go to the next location." Gu Nan collected the heroic spirits of the Qin warriors around him and called Zhang Chulan to leave together.

"Let's go." Zhang Chulan responded, grabbed Feng Baobao who looked indifferent, and together with Gu Nan, they transformed into a golden wave of energy that soared into the sky, illuminating the night sky before disappearing in an instant.

The office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, England.

"It's really asking too much of me, a fortune teller, to compete against those monsters."

Klein, who had witnessed the entire battle through a historical projection, slowly raised his head from the high-backed chair and let out a heavy sigh.

Why does everyone like melee combat so much? Wouldn't it be better to just cower in the back and unleash skills together?

"Headmaster, Professor Snape has arrived. He says he has discovered that fragments of Voldemort's soul are reviving." The puppet named Sherlock Moriarty pushed open the door and entered.

"Okay." Klein nodded, suppressing his earlier slight professional anxiety, and opened the notebook in front of him. With his clean white quill pen, he wrote the following:

"Voldemort arrived in Nurmengard while being pursued by Harry Potter and his friends, and found Grindelwald imprisoned there. Just then, a wisp of demonic energy from an escaped mountain demon arrived in Nurmengard along with the atmospheric currents—"

Tokyo Airport, the night is deep.

After a terrifying mid-air ordeal, the passenger plane slowly taxied a distance on the runway before finally landing safely at its designated parking spot.

The cabin door opened, and the passengers filed out, their faces flushed, discussing with great interest the two god-like battles they had just witnessed.

Only the old man looked solemn and worried. He could see clearly that Bo Gang had not been destroyed, but had been sealed away and taken away.

Although he didn't know why Odin and that unknown being were fighting over the demon, his intuition told him that there must be some unknown and crucial truth behind it. He had to get to the Zhongnan Mountain Mage Guild as soon as possible and inform all the mages in the world of this astonishing news.

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Ye Fan: "Shameless! Shameless!"

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Ye Fan: "Fleeing without a fight! You have betrayed your warrior's spirit!"

Xiao Yan: "Condemn! It must be condemned!"

With Zhang Chulan's live stream, even though they were on the other side of the ocean, Ye Fan and Xiao Yan watched the entire battle without any delay.

Although the fight scenes were quite exciting, the fact that Russell and Lu Mingfei ran away immediately after unleashing their ultimate moves was really hard to watch.

There's a saying that goes, "They're already stupid, and you're still bullying them. You're not even human!"

African savanna.

In the makeshift, simple yet fully equipped laboratory, Han Li chuckled and shook his head.

Mingfei is still too naive; he simply hasn't matured enough.

"Master, a new batch of test subjects is ready." Just then, a ray of silver light flew in from outside the house, transforming into a charming silver-haired girl who spoke sweetly.

Han Li nodded slightly. Although the power of the Dao Fruit was not to his liking, fortunately, there were enough talents on this continent to allow him to experiment with the latest model of super genes.