Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

With a flash of golden light, Zhang Qingwei disappeared from the spot.

Ye Fan followed closely behind.

This cave is too small after all, especially the beginning.

The sarcophagus on his shoulder collided with the wall, sending out tiny sparks.

He adjusted his posture, his muscles tensing beneath his black windbreaker.

The secret passage became narrower and narrower, the temperature dropped at a perceptible rate, and the exhaled white air condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air.

"We are passing through the 'Nine-Layered Frost Abyss Formation'."

Zhang Qingwei's beard was already covered with frost. "This barrier is constructed from the mysterious Yin energy beneath the Arctic ice, specifically to restrain Emperor Yi's 'Ashes Fire'."

The sarcophagus suddenly shook violently.

Ye Fan pressed the coffin lid with his backhand, and the ripple force formed a light golden light film that wrapped around the coffin.

Through the translucent coffin lid, you can see that the curled-up old man inside has opened his eyes - those are eyes burning with golden flames, but the depths of his pupils are a sickly gray.

"The old man is awake." Ye Fan's Adam's apple rolled, "He can sense the breath of his enemy."

"Haha, with such a formidable enemy at hand, I really shouldn't sleep soundly in my coffin." Zhang Qingwei laughed a few times, seeming to be happy that another powerful warrior had awakened.

The end of the secret passage suddenly opens up, and the view is occupied by a dark blue.

In the center of the huge ice cave, a deep well with a diameter of more than 100 meters pierces straight into the center of the earth.

The well walls were made of black ore with a metallic sheen, and the surface was covered with densely packed silver runes.

The runes were flickering at a slow but steady rate, like the heartbeat of some sleeping giant beast.

"Ten Thousand Years of Mysterious Ice."

Zhang Qingwei's peach wood sword pointed to the bottom of the well.

In the darkness hundreds of meters below, a crystal blue ice layer can be vaguely seen, with countless bronze chains frozen in the ice, and Taoist talismans hanging on each chain.

"Taken from the permafrost at the bottom of the Kunlun Glacier, and combined with Mohist mechanical techniques, this 'Non-Attack Chain' can absorb all forms of energy fluctuations."

Is this the origin of the cold air just now?

No wonder it gets colder the deeper you go. So much ancient black ice is laid here to limit Emperor Yi's body functions.

Ye Fan clenched his fists. Even with his current physical condition, he felt the cold here for the first time in a long time.

"Ugh…"

To my surprise, there seemed to be a distant sigh beside my ears.

Ye Fan's golden eyes suddenly lit up.

At the deepest part of the well, at the center where black ice and chains are intertwined, there lurks a mountain-like black shadow.

Even at such a great distance, the pressure derived from his blood still made his knees tremble slightly - this was the instinctive fear of lower-level life forms when facing the existence at the top of the food chain.

"How come he's even bigger than my great-grandfather described him to be?"

Ye Fan's vocal cords seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

He had seen many first-generation species, and his own level of cultivation was also first-generation species, but he believed that even if he transformed into a dragon to the extreme, he would not be able to reach 1/10 of the size of the creature in front of him.

"Bigger?"

Zhang Qingwei smiled bitterly. "When the Dragon Locking Well was built, he was only one-third of his current size. For five thousand years, he has been absorbing the dragon energy of the earth's veins to grow."

"His dragon body has been growing stronger. The Ten Thousand Years of Mysterious Ice has restricted his bodily functions and reduced his energy consumption, allowing him to use all his strength to nourish this body."

As if in response to their conversation, the darkness at the bottom of the well began to stir.

Two huge golden spots lit up in the darkness, they were dragon pupils like lava lakes.

The moment their eyes met, Ye Fan's retina felt like it was burned by a branding iron, and warm blood slid from the corners of his eyes.

The sarcophagus exploded.

The white-haired old man shot out like a sharp arrow, pressing his dry palms on the edge of the well.

Those dragon-suppressing runes that could corrode steel actually wailed under his palms, and the silver light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master!"

Zhang Qingwei exclaimed.

The old man turned around, nodded in response, and then said no more.

He must conserve his physical energy so that he can have more strength in the upcoming battle, which will increase his chances of winning.

Chapter 184 The Lord of Soldiers!

His face was covered in spiderweb-like gray spots, but the golden light in his eyes was brighter than that of any hybrid Ye Fan had ever seen.

"Xiao Fan..." The old man's voice was like the friction between two rusty iron sheets, "The Bai family's debt should be repaid..."

Emperor Yi's dragon pupils suddenly contracted. He had awakened and sensed the blood of his enemy here...

The enormous iceberg began to tremble, and the giant dragon sealed in the iceberg kept moving its body.

The entire Dragon Locking Well began to tremble, and cracks appeared on the surface of the black ice.

"He's laughing." Ye Fan said suddenly.

It was difficult for humans to interpret the expressions of dragons, but he just knew it—the dragon was laughing at the struggles of these ants.

Because he is also a first-generation species, only lives of the same level can understand what the other is thinking.

"He truly deserves to be called the most brutal dragon lord. He is far more majestic than the records say. This slender and powerful black body is truly a world-destroying black dragon!"

Zhang Qingwei bit his finger and drew a blood symbol on his forehead:

"Although I am also an emperor, I don't have the pure bloodline of your Bai family. If I want to play a role, I can only rely on this kind of external force."

The blood talisman that Zhang Qingwei transformed was an enhanced version of the "Golden Light Talisman" carved with the dragon blood in his own blood.

His word spirit is "golden light", which is peaceful and upright, extremely yang and strong. It is a combination of yang and earth attributes, and is one of the most beloved words spirits of Taoists.

When cultivation reaches perfection, the Yang attribute undergoes a transformation, and can even condense the golden light into the most Yang thunder.

This requires extremely strong bloodline as support, but Zhang Qingwei's bloodline has not reached this level yet. The only one who has reached this level is the Taoist ancestor.

So he took a different approach and diligently studied the Taoist talismans, and finally improved the "Golden Light Talisman" that was most suitable for him into the "Red Gold Holy Body Talisman".

With the help of this talisman, he was able to unleash his words twice as high as before, and initially reached the standard of condensing the ultimate yang thunder...

"Have you improved the talisman yourself? Or is it completely compatible with yourself? If you were a thousand years ago, you might have become a master of talismans."

Bai Xiu ripped open his shirt, revealing his chest - the skin there had become translucent, revealing the black patches on his internal organs.

"The decay has already penetrated my veins. I won't survive more than three days." He grinned, revealing bloodied teeth. "Thank goodness I have a wonderful grandson. Otherwise, how could I have made it here to finish this unfinished battle with you!"

Before Ye Fan could react, Bai Xiu's nails had already pierced into his collarbone.

In the severe pain, something hot flowed through the blood vessels to the heart.

He saw that Bai Xiu's skin quickly became fuller, his muscles became strong again, and his bones turned from broken to jade-like.

Bai Xiu's aura was no longer weak, and his skinny old skin was finally propped up by his extremely sublimated bones and blood. His appearance changed from the original exhausted look to that of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

"Haha, this strength! It's definitely not weaker than when I was young!"

Bai Xiu laughed out loud. This time there were three "emperors".

Moreover, each of them is definitely the best among the emperors. Two emperors can severely injure Emperor One, and three emperors may be able to kill him!

Suddenly, a crisp sound like shattering glass echoed from the Dragon Locking Well. The top layer of black ice peeled away, revealing the interwoven bronze chains beneath.

Those chains that are said to be incorruptible are rusting at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Emperor Yi was using his authority again. Even though he was suppressed by the Dragon Slaying Sword and bound by countless mysterious cold chains, the ultimate power of authority still spread.

"He's awakened early!" Zhang Qingwei's compass exploded into pieces. "We must eliminate him before all the seals fail!"

Bai Xiu has already jumped into the deep well.

As he fell, his bones began to glow golden - a sign of his bloodline being refined to the extreme.

The old man's voice echoed in the well:

"Xiao Fan, remember this! Every generation of the Bai family's patriarch is also known as 'Lord of Soldiers'! This title comes from the name of the first Immortal of Soldiers, the God of Killing!"

"It's the glorious title of my Bai family. But if you want to truly live up to this title, there must be something else to go with it!

Only by holding the Dragon Slaying Sword can you be the true 'Master of Arms' of our Bai Family!"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Bai Xiu turned into a ray of golden light and crashed into the bottom of the well. Right above the Wanzai Xuanbing Mountain, there was a chain hanging a dull long sword.

The sword was completely black, and even rust could be seen, but it just hung there, as if it could support the entire world!

It’s the Dragon Slaying Sword!

"Let's go too!"

Zhang Qingwei grabbed Ye Fan's shoulders, and the two rushed towards the abyss along the almost vertical well wall.

The soles of Ye Fan's boots touched the wall of the well. He was still holding the sarcophagus in his hands, and the friction between the sarcophagus and the wall of the well produced sparks.

As the diving depth increases, the temperature drops so low that even the exhaled air will instantly freeze into ice powder.

Ye Fan's eyebrows were covered with frost, but two fiery forces flowed in his body: one was the dragon-slayer bloodline from the Bai family, and the other was the automatic awakening of eternal authority after sensing a threat.

Three hundred meters away from the bottom of the well, Ye Fan finally saw Di Yi's full appearance.

The giant dragon lurking in the center of the ice cave is over two hundred meters long, with a grayish-white halo flowing on its dark scales.

The black iron chains that were said to be able to suppress gods and demons were wrapped around the dragon's body, but they kept breaking like ordinary hemp ropes. The most frightening thing was the dragon's head -

Where the antlers should have been, there grew a bronze bone crown, which looked like a miniature version of the Qin Dynasty emperor's crown.

"He really has retained Ying Zheng's appearance preferences." Zhang Qingwei's voice trembled. "Does he really think he's still the same king he once was?!"

The dragon suddenly raised its head.

There was no roar, no struggle, just the simple opening of those complete dragon eyes.