Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Just by mobilizing the activity of human blood, the dragon blood in the body has triggered a violent resistance.

He could feel the two forces tearing wildly at his blood vessels, and every collision made his bones groan under the heavy burden.

"It's not that easy after all." He muttered to himself and slowly took back his authority.

The golden lines on the palm of his hand gradually dissipated, and the dragon blood in his body slowly subsided, but the tearing pain still remained in his nerve endings.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

When Ye Fan stood on the castle helipad again, his face had returned to its usual calmness.

He looked up at the circling helicopter, his black suit swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

"Let's finish a part first." He said softly, as if making a promise to himself.

The helicopter's propellers stirred up a cloud of sand, enveloping his figure.

The moment the hatch closed, Ye Fan closed his eyes, and Carl's last look appeared in his mind.

There is pain and unwillingness, but no regrets.

Perhaps, all those who try to challenge fate will eventually take a similar path.

The only difference is that some people become stepping stones, while others are stepping on these stones and heading towards farther places.

All of this was temporarily put aside by Ye Fan deep in his memory. He knew that there were more important things to do right now.

The helicopter cut through the morning mist of the Pacific Ocean and sped towards the North American continent. The roar of the engine echoed for a long time in the sea of ​​clouds.

The roar of the helicopter gradually weakened, and Ye Fan stepped onto the helipad of Kassel College.

The Gothic buildings appear and disappear in the morning mist, like a sleeping beast.

He adjusted the collar of his suit and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the cuffs. He was still not used to getting along with his biological father.

"President Ye, the principal is waiting for you." A silver-haired female secretary had been waiting for a long time.

Ye Fan nodded slightly and followed her through the winding corridor.

Portraits of dragon-slaying heroes from past dynasties hang on the walls on both sides, their eyes seeming to be staring at the young visitor.

The secretary said nothing more, but stopped in front of a carved oak door and knocked gently three times.

"Come in."

Angers signature gentle voice with a British accent came from inside the door.

Ye Fan pushed the door open and walked in. The view of the principal's office was just as he remembered - a whole wall of bookshelves, Victorian-style furniture, and a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire campus.

Ange stood in front of the window with his back to him, his silver-gray hair gleaming metallically in the morning light.

"You're here."

Ange turned around, with a fresh rose pinned to his chest, and smiled like a real father welcoming his son home.

Ye Fan did not respond immediately. His golden eyes flickered slightly, and the power of life creation quietly circulated in his body.

Invisible ripples spread out, scanning every inch of the body structure of the "father" in front of him.

He had already talked to his mother and learned that the incident was purely consensual.

I can only say that mixed-bloods are really good at playing tricks, not at all like me who keeps herself clean... Ye Fan thought to himself.

Damn, I also want to have a girlfriend to kiss and hug!

But as his heart knot was untied, after all, as a son, it was understandable that he cared about his old father's health.

Anyway, Ange couldn’t feel it... Ye Fan’s face darkened, he had detected something.

"What's wrong?" Ange asked with concern, taking a step forward.

"Nothing, just appreciating your old man's taste."

Ye Fan said casually.

"Oh, I'm not happy to be called an old man by you, even though I'm quite old."

Ange sighed helplessly.

"How have you been lately?"

Ange walked up to Ye Fan and reached out as if to pat his shoulder.

"Not bad, it's always been good." Ye Fan answered casually.

Ange smiled, raised his hand to comb his silver hair, and adjusted the position of the rose on his chest.

At this moment——

"boom!"

The sound of air popping echoed throughout the office.

Ye Fan's fist struck out like lightning, carrying a light golden energy ripple, and directly penetrated Ange's chest.

Suit fragments and rose petals flew in the air, and blood splattered on the oak floor, making a "hissing" corrosion sound.

Ange's eyes widened to the limit, and he looked down at the big hole in his chest in disbelief.

Ye Fan's palm was holding his still beating heart, and blood was dripping down his wrist.

"Cough... why..." Ange coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice began to distort, "I love you so much... why are you going to kill me..."

Ye Fan's expression changed from disdain to disgust. He slowly pulled out his arm and held the heart between the two of them.

In the sunlight coming through the window, one can clearly see the unnatural metallic luster on the surface of the heart - that is the sign of modification.

"Stop imitating this old man," Ye Fan said coldly, tightening his fingers and holding his heart, which was beating wildly, firmly in his hand.

"You can't imitate his charm at all."

Ange stumbled back in disbelief, knocking over the antique globe behind him.

Ye Fan shook off the blood and flesh residue on his hands, and the light in his golden eyes was cold and sharp:

"Although it's hard to say this."

"But I can still tell who my own father is!"

Chapter 208: The King of Sky and Wind

In fact, this body of "Anger" had already been occupied by Li Wu Yue.

Decades ago, one of the twin sons of the King of Sky and Wind had already buried his own cocoon in Ange's body.

Ye Fan just noticed that the cocoon, which had been dormant, suddenly became active.

Perhaps it was the frequent contact with him, the first generation, that stimulated Li Wu Yue's awakening, causing him to start fighting for control of this body in advance.

"Ange's" body suddenly trembled violently, and his bones made a "cracking" sound.

Fine dragon scales appeared on the surface of his skin, his finger bones stretched and pointed, turning into sharp claws that flashed with cold light, and his pupils also turned pale vertical pupils.

But the next second, these dragon-like features quickly faded, and his eyes were once again filled with human pain and anger.

Ange's consciousness is still fighting for control of his body with the Dragon King-level existence with the rage of revenge.

The body twisted and struggled on the spot, as if being torn apart by two forces at the same time, half of it was a ferocious dragon, and the other half was an unyielding human.

Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh:

"It's truly the most extreme form of rage. His hatred for the dragon race has reached the point where he can even battle the First Generation in the spiritual realm.

Perhaps Ange is the most suitable person to use the sword "Rage."

He took a step forward and said to the body that was still resisting:

"Hey, old man, don't waste your energy. No matter what, you are just an S-class hybrid. Even if you can rival the emperor-class in some aspects with the nourishment of the first generation, you can't defeat him."

Ange's body let out a painful groan, and dragon scales and human skin flashed alternately, obviously he was still holding on.

"Okay, stop trying." Ye Fan said loudly, "Leave it to me next. As long as I can cripple this guy, your consciousness will naturally regain control of your body."

Hearing this, Ange's body obviously paused and his expression became dull.

Then, the ferocious expression completely disappeared, replaced by the indifference unique to ancient dragons.

"Are you so confident?" A cold voice came from "Ange"'s mouth, carrying the unique pressure of the dragon clan.

"I have sensed you, but you are just a barely qualified first-generation species. But I am one of the twins among the four great monarchs!"

Ye Fan sneered:

"Come on, stop showing off in front of me. You don't even have any authority. All you can rely on is your initial physical fitness, right?"

"You haven't even rebuilt your dragon body yet. With an S-rank body, what can you use to fight me? I'll hit you with my head, you idiot!"

Li Wu Yue instantly became furious.

As the King of the Sky among the Kings of Sky and Wind, he was actually mocked by a half-blood!

Even if the other party is a first-generation hybrid, it cannot be tolerated.

The four great monarchs have a natural suppression on other first-generation species. Coupled with his tens of thousands of years of accumulated combat experience, how could a mere first-generation species in his teens be his opponent?

"Roar!"

"Ange's" body suddenly arched, his suit tore apart on his back, a pair of bone wings broke out of the ground, pale dragon scales covered most of his face, and his sharp claws roared as he rushed towards Ye Fan with a sound of breaking through the air.

He wanted to see the panic-stricken expression of the human in front of him, but what he got was only Ye Fan's disdainful and mocking eyes.

Ye Fan's hand drew in the void, and a golden rune quietly took shape.

If anyone from the Bai family were present, they would definitely recognize that this was the lost "Great Teleportation Talisman".

Now his bloodline no longer requires talisman paper, and he can cast all kinds of talismans with his thoughts alone.

As the rune lit up with dazzling golden light, Ye Fan grabbed "Anger" by the collar, and the two figures instantly disappeared in the office.

The next second, they appeared above a vast sea.

The salty sea breeze blew up Ye Fan's black hair. He looked at the rolling waves under his feet and said lightly:

"After all, this old guy has to save face. After he transformed into a dragon and got beaten up by me at school, his position as the leader of the secret party is over."

"So right here, let's have a good chat!"