Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 334 The Thread of Destiny

Yuan Zhisheng looked behind the glass door and saw the white silk thread searching around as if it had life.

The group of deadpools that troubled the group stopped at this glass door.

The feud with the Deadpool gang has probably come to an end.

This unintelligent creature doesn't even know what grudges are.

But Yuan Zhisheng's wisdom told him that it would be even more dangerous behind the glass door.

Whether the Deadpools are afraid of what is behind the door or guarding what is behind the door, it represents... that kind of status.

After a brief thought, Yuan Zhisheng swung his sword towards Yaksha.

This snake-like Deadpool is too fast and has too strong a defense. Genjiro can still deal with it by relying on his royal bloodline, while Inuyama He on the other side can still deal with it by relying on the Word Spirit.

But the situation cannot be maintained by just two people.

"Retreat." Yuan Zhisheng watched the elites of the Eight Clans of Sheqi fall down.

The emperor also has times when he feels powerless, and he really envies Xia Mi's strength.

A dragon as powerful as Xia Mi should be able to protect a family, right?

The daughters of the Inuyama family don't have to go to the battlefield. Even if they are of A-level bloodline, they can live peacefully in the rear.

They can use their beauty to bring enough benefits to the Inuyama family and the entire Snake Eight Families.

But now they used their bodies to resist, and Deadpool bit them, leaving their swan-shaped, white necks covered in blood.

Genjitsu wanted to save them, Inuyama He also wanted to save them, and no one wanted any sacrifices.

But some things are inevitable.

When manpower is exhausted.

"You guys go out first." Yuan Zhisheng stood alone at the door, with the corners of his clothes stained with blood.

During the battle, he was stabbed in the waist by one of Deadpool's claws. He was really tired and felt that his determination was a bit ridiculous.

However, he could only persevere, even though he was tired.

Word Spirit·Royal Power.

It’s funny to think about it, but Yuan Zhisheng talked a lot with Han Qiu during these days in Hokkaido.

Regarding the matter of words and spirits, Han Qiu once laughed at Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng had no right to refute, he knew that Han Qiu was the mobile storage of words.

"Compared with the Word Spirits of Uesugi Yue and Eri, your Word Spirits are so weak as a joke, and the side effects are great." Han Qiu once said.

Yuan Zhisheng could only smile, and even now, he could only smile helplessly.

The violent weight fell on the Deadpools in the area, and dozens of Deadpools were approaching the area.

The emperor's bloodline is too delicious and a rare delicacy. For Deadpool, the temptation is too great.

Yuan Zhisheng swung the knife with difficulty and moved forward, trying to bring out the bodies of the girls.

He still remembered these girls. Every time he went to Tamamonomae, Inuyama He, who was out of touch with the times, would always ask his daughters to dance to welcome him.

The girls like this young and handsome head of the Minamoto family very much. Inuyama He always jokes that if Minamoto Chisei wants to continue the emperor's bloodline, he can pick any daughter from the Inuyama family.

Inuyama Ka is a pimp, from the beginning to the end.

And Yuan Zhisheng is a guy who doesn't understand girls, from beginning to end.

So Genji doesn't like going to Tamamonomae because of Inuyama Kazuo and also because of the girls.

He moved forward weakly, the effect of the 'royal power' gradually weakening, and the suppressed deadpools were trying to raise their heads.

The evacuated troops turned back and Inuyama He gave orders in a hoarse voice.

Yuan Zhisheng knew that he was greedy and shouldn't have gone so deep.

"Head, give up on them..." Inuyama He advised, "They died for the honor of our family."

Gen Chisei carried the two bodies and stumbled towards Inuyama He's location.

Han Qiu was right. It was a truly ugly Word Spirit. Compared to 'Black Sun' and 'Judgment', 'Royal Power' did not seem like a Word Spirit that an emperor should have.

Perhaps what is contained in the dragon's blood is resistance, the Snake Eight Clan rebelled against Kassel Academy, and Deadpool rebelled against the "royal power".

Destiny is meant to be trampled underfoot. If you don't have the corresponding power, you just need to wait for the opportunity.

"I've already told you to stay here and wait for me to come." A voice came from the back, "Can't you just take a break? You're really stubborn."

The voice suddenly came closer again, and Han Qiu's hand was placed on Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder.

"Your blood is not very tempting. Let me show you something really good."

Han Qiu threw a tube of thick blood onto the ground in the distance.

The group of Deadpools seemed to be boiling with excitement, rushing towards the pool of blood.

The little instinct he had was completely broken through his head under the stimulation of the supreme bloodline. A slave is a slave, and as a slave of dragon blood, he can never become a real dragon.

"Are you going to waste the thing I gave you to save your life?"

The area that Yuan Zhisheng was familiar with covered this area. It was not some kind of spiritual word, but more like a will.

It’s hard to explain, but it means death.

When Yuan Zhisheng entered here with Xia Mi before, he witnessed the horror of the Dragon King.

The Deadpools changed their targets under the influence of the domain and pressure.

Obviously Xia Mi is more delicious than Yuan Zhisheng.

"Take a rest and leave it to her." Han Qiu said, looking up and seeing the white filaments.

The door that required permission to open suddenly opened on its own, and the Deadpools' charge came to a halt.

They are afraid and scared.

Those white filaments consciously searched for their target, taking back the power they had once bestowed.

"The power of spiritual elements." Xia Mi found that her domain could not withstand these filaments.

Han Qiu swung his knife and cut off a piece, watching it turn from white to black and finally into ash.

He quickly retreated with his back to the origin of the child.

"What is this?" Yuan Zhisheng felt an instinctive sense of submission in his heart.

Just a few tiny threads can make an emperor tremble with fear, so what is at the end?

"The god you are talking about, use these things to absorb the power contained in the Holy Grail." Han Qiu pointed at the bodies of the girls.

After being touched by the white filaments, it quickly shrank, and a faint red light flowed along the filaments.

"It looks like something only you Japanese have, like tentacles." Han Qiu slashed with his sword continuously.

He had never learned any sword skills, but only studied mixed martial arts at Kassel Academy, the same path as his senior brother and Lu Mingfei.

"The fact that you can still make jokes means the situation isn't too bad," Yuan Zhisheng said.

"It may be worse than you think. My words are ineffective against these things, and Xia Mi's domain can't stop them either." Han Qiu's front was full of white filaments, and there was still about ten meters away from Xia Mi. "The speed of these things is a bit outrageous."

"No, just leave me behind." Yuan Zhisheng's voice became weaker and weaker.

Han Qiu reached out and grabbed the white thread on Yuan Zhisheng's back, "What are you talking about? I was just teasing you."

As he rolled out and grabbed Xia Mi's wrist, Han Qiu touched something in Yuan Zhisheng's windbreaker pocket.

Looks like a reagent tube.

He took it out casually, and the black blood made him feel sick.

Dragon blood, this thing can be recognized at a glance. Han Qiu has no idea how much of it he has drunk.

"Head of the family!" The family heads gathered around and covered Yuan Zhisheng's evacuation.

Han Qiu hid the tube of dragon blood, handed Yuan Zhisheng to several family heads, then snatched the flamethrower and grenade from Yaksha's hand and rushed back.

"This thing has no interest in us." The fierce flames burned the filaments. The flames that were not driven by the Word Spirit could not cause damage to this thing. Han Qiu asked Xia Mi: "Should we open the way?"

"You knew from the beginning that the Sheqi Eight Clan had no chance of winning against this thing, so why let them die?"

"I didn't ask them to come." Han Qiu raised his voice.