"But you—people from the Golden Dragon Lineage, I know all of them, and I’ve never seen the likes of you." Feng Lin said coldly.
Tang Zhong hadn’t expected his disguise to be seen through so quickly. He didn’t grow flustered; with so many people attacking at once from all around, this was going to be a thorny fight.
He had already made his preparations in secret.
"Since that’s the case, there’s nothing left to talk about." Tang Zhong had already taken the Dragon-breaking Staff into his hand.
Jin Guang flashed along the staff, as if it could already sense Tang Zhong’s killing intent.
"We of the Golden Dragon Lineage never admit defeat."
Right now, there was no way Tang Zhong could expose his identity as the Lost Dragon. That was a secret, especially in front of these people from the Blood Demon Realm. If they learned he was the Lost Dragon, there’s no telling what they would do.
"Courting death." Feng Lin sneered.
Then he waved his hand broadly. "Do it. Kill him."
All around, those who had just looked weak and delicate now one after another drew their weapons.
They had been lying in disguise here, waiting for people from the Dragon Realm to walk right into the trap.
Because not all Dragon Realm people followed the organization; there were also those stray Dragons. As for those, they caught every single one they ran into.
Moreover, their targets weren’t only people from the Dragon Realm, but also those Lost Dragons.
Now they would strike first and talk later.
Dragon-n then charged straight at Tang Zhong, murderous aura surging all over their bodies, as if wanting to devour Tang Zhong whole. One of them had a battle-axe in hand; with a sudden leap, he chopped down with a single ax blow to kill.
As he swung his weapon, from the sky above there was actually a Thunderous bolt drawn down, gathering on the axe before crashing downward.
Tang Zhong could only raise the Dragon-breaking Staff to resist.
In an instant, the staff intercepted that axe.
Rumble—
As the two fierce auras collided—
both weapons actually began to vibrate and ring.
The Thunderous power on the axe poured straight down, landing on the ground where Tang Zhong stood.
Rumble—
The ground was directly destroyed in a crushing sweep, cracking completely apart.
Even the terrain sank down by quite a bit.
Tang Zhong felt his arm go numb; the strength of the guy in front of him was truly overbearing.
With just his human body avatar, he couldn’t withstand it; he could only use his Giant Dragon Avatar.
He forcibly steadied his body and unleashed the power of his physique.
The Giant Dragon Avatar appeared.
A surge of violent power spread out along with a furious roar.
It sent the axe-wielder flying at once, his body smashing into the ground like a cannonball.
Now Tang Zhong didn’t pause for even a mont.
He had to fight his way out.
Dragon-breaking Staff in hand, he charged toward the exit.
His speed was extrely fast.
As long as he got out, he would run imdiately.
He absolutely could not waste ti here.
At this mont, Tang Zhong’s body was glowing with light.
He was already using every trick at his disposal, just to break out first and talk later.
This wasn’t because Tang Zhong was afraid of fighting these people, but even if he won, so what?
It would be completely useless.
What’s more, if he did win, it would only make Xue Wuji in the Blood Demon Realm strengthen his defenses.
People from the Dragon Realm were already having a hard enough ti fleeing. The current level of defense was quite enough.
When Feng Lin saw Tang Zhong actually trying to leave, he imdiately sneered. "Trying to leave? No way."
Then he rushed after him at once.
Beneath his feet was now a mass of wind.
His speed was far faster than Tang Zhong’s.
Tang Zhong noticed this as well; his brow furrowed at once. This man’s speed was actually this fast—he must have cultivated Cultivation thods of the Wind Dragon Lineage.
Tang Zhong’s understanding of the Eight ridians of the Dragon Realm all ca from the notes the elder had previously given him.
Each Dragon Lineage had its own strengths.
For example, this Wind Dragon Lineage’s speed was extraordinarily fast; ordinary people simply couldn’t catch them. In battle they relied precisely on speed.
Tang Zhong’s own speed wasn’t as fast as the other’s, so he might be caught up to very soon.
Just as his thought fell, Feng Lin had already caught up to him, appearing in front of him with a vicious smile on his face, twin hamrs in hand. "Trying to run? Do you think you can?"
Then one hamr smashed toward him.
Tang Zhong could only co to a halt, Dragon-breaking Staff in his hand chopping out in a single stroke.
With a boom, another wave of numbness spread through his hand.
The gap between him and this Feng Lin wasn’t small.
His own realm was Wilderness Force, while the man in front was likely above Wilderness Force, perhaps much higher.
Now, fighting the opponent with just the power of his Giant Dragon Avatar clearly wouldn’t work—unless he used the Thunderfla Dragon Style.
The Thunderfla Dragon Style could strengthen his attacks, but once he exposed it, if he couldn’t defeat the opponent, the man would definitely notice sothing amiss.
He must not use it lightly.
Tang Zhong imdiately retreated, landing on the ground before finally looking up.
At this mont, Feng Lin stood in midair, staring down at Tang Zhong, eyes filled entirely with killing intent. "Brat... you can’t escape."
"Be good and surrender."
"Of course, if you’re willing to betray the Dragon Realm and join our Blood Demon Realm, I could consider sparing your life. After all, we’re both Dragons..." Feng Lin said.
Hearing this, Tang Zhong didn’t answer. He was thinking.
What should he do next? Should he surrender? If he surrendered, he might have a sliver of a chance to live.
But if he refused to surrender and fought using the Thunderfla Dragon Style, that would be a gamble on his future.
If he won, he would indeed have the capital to survive; but if he lost, he would expose his identity as the Lost Dragon—and then his end would be unspeakable.
But...
How could he surrender?
If it’s a fight they want, then he’ll fight.
What’s there to be afraid of?
Tang Zhong laughed. "Surrender? I don’t know the aning of that word. I only know that you... are dood to die."
"Thunderfla Dragon Style..."
Originally he was only in his Giant Dragon Avatar, Jin Guang radiating all over his body. Whether his Dragon Horns, his Dragon Wings, or the rest of him, all were golden.
But as the Thunderfla Dragon Style activated—
his Dragon Wings were covered over by Thunderous power, crackling with explosive sound.
His Dragon Claws and Dragon Horns, even his own eyes, were now burning with blazing Fla.
Right now he was like a Great Demon King from Hell, and also like a Thunderous god above the heavens.
Seeing this scene, Feng Lin imdiately frowned. "Thunder power, and Fla power—you’re from the Thunder Dragon Lineage and Fla Dragon Lineage? No, you just said you’re from the Golden Dragon Lineage, and your body is indeed a Golden Dragon, so how can you possess other powers?"
In his shock, Feng Lin suddenly broke into wild laughter. "Interesting, truly interesting. I never thought a Dragon condensing three powers in one body would exist. I’m so pleased, really so pleased. If I offer you up to the Realm Master, I’m sure the Realm Master will definitely like you. Hahaha."
Tang Zhong didn’t want to waste words. Right now he had only one thought—to kill his way out of here.
Kill.
In Thunderfla Dragon Style, Tang Zhong gripped his Dragon-breaking Staff and began his slaughter.
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