Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 64 Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin

"I need to check my license plate... The plate is fine... Polish my shoes..."

The old television set emitted a cacophony of dialogue.

Lu Mingfei ultimately did not swing the knife. This was not out of any pity, but because he felt that a living dragon was perhaps more valuable than a dead one.

Moreover, he had already reached an agreement with Constantine. So what if there are more lice? What difference does it make if there's one more dragon?

Although this dragon seems to have some mental issues.

But if, as Constantine says, each of the four kings sits on a throne with twins, then there are actually eight dragon kings.

If we add the legendary Black King, there are a total of nine Dragon Kings.

Lu Mingfei wouldn't mind replicating the famous scene of Emperor Ye pulling the coffin with nine dragons on Mount Tai.

Because this is the attitude that a strong person should have.

He glanced past the giant dragon watching television and his gaze swept over the surrounding area of ​​the platform.

This must be the dragon's lair, its home.

Unfortunately, there were no mountains of gold coins or immense wealth as legend had it; all that remained were trinkets traded from the human world.

Various bottle caps, radios, Walkmans, and even glass marbles and toy models—it's clear that these things, which are commonplace in the human world, are treasured by the dragon in front of it.

When Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on the pile of things, he could clearly feel the dragon secretly watching him out of the corner of his eye. But when he shifted his gaze to the gold and silver chips, the dragon was completely focused on watching the television.

What a strange dragon.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and walked up to the dragon: "I think we need to talk."

"You're blocking my view of the TV," the dragon replied. "And you broke my dealer. I don't want to talk to you."

Although no one would believe it if it were told, Lu Mingfei could still detect a childish tantrum in the dragon's voice.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Do you really like potato chips? If you agree to my request, I can let you eat as many potato chips as you want."

"Don't agree to his request!"

Due to his size, Xia Mi's eyes widened as he arrived at the dragon's lair without taking a step.

She desperately wanted to intervene and stop her brother from agreeing to Lu Mingfei's condition.

But the physical difference meant she could only watch silently from this dark corner.

"Damn it, I was so close." Xia Mi was a little regretful. If she hadn't fainted on the way because she hadn't eaten for a long time, she wouldn't have only just arrived here.

It is this slight time difference that has led to the current situation.

"Potato chips?" The dragon, who had been engrossed in watching TV, suddenly turned its head over.

A hint of surprise appeared in those two lantern-like golden vertical pupils. "Alright then..."

He didn't even listen to any conditions, and was about to agree immediately, but suddenly stopped himself: "But..."

Well done, brother! I knew you could do it!

Xia Mi, who was watching from the sidelines, was in tears. It was worth it for her to tell the other party about the horrors of the outside world, the dangers of humans, and the viciousness of hybrids every time she came over the years.

"But what?" Lu Mingfei wasn't annoyed, but instead asked patiently and persuasively.

"But my sister told me not to trust strangers."

There's a younger sister too?

Lu Mingfei blinked.

The other party should also be a Dragon King level being, so there are twins on the throne as well, then this younger sister must be another Dragon King.

"Your sister isn't here. You should learn to be independent." Lu Mingfei seemed to be advising him, but he was actually secretly inquiring about the whereabouts of the other party's sister.

"But..." The dragon hesitated.

Having learned from the other party's words that the other Dragon King was not present, Lu Mingfei felt relieved and continued his plan to "walk the dog and lure the Dragon King".

"There's no 'but' about it. As the older brother, are you going to always listen to your sister? It's time to stand in front of her and tell her that there are some things you can decide for yourself..." Lu Mingfei casually made up a story.

But it's unclear which of those words resonated with the dragon's thought process, or perhaps touched its heart, but after a brief period of deep thought, the dragon nodded slightly.

A benevolent smile appeared on the ferocious dragon's head: "Your suggestion is quite right. My name is Fenrir, what's yours?"

"My name is..."

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to say his name, Fenrir's expression suddenly changed.

The silly, happy expression from before had vanished, replaced by the cold, oppressive aura of an adult dragon, even the Dragon King.

Lu Mingfei sensed the hostility emanating from the other party, but he could also clearly perceive that this hostility was not directed at him.

Who else?

He leaped up and landed on a corner of the platform.

With a loud crash, the coal hill that had been blocking the entrance to the subway tunnel was suddenly smashed open by something.

A deafening roar echoed through the enclosed underground space, while the smoke and dust from the collapsed coal hill were blown onto the platform.

Fenrir's massive dragon body was quickly covered with a fine layer of soot.

And just after the smoke and dust cleared, the uninvited guest finally revealed its true form.

Strangely, although he was wearing human clothes, he didn't look like a human or a hybrid at all, and he wasn't even a Deadpool.

It resembled the snake-faced, human-bodied statues that Lu Mingfei had seen in Bronze City before.

It is just more bizarre and ferocious than the snake-faced human statue, and looks like a little dragon.

The little dragon suddenly looked up, its crimson-gold eyes staring intently at the giant dragon on the platform.

It's hard to imagine that, given the vast difference in their physical sizes, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Roar!" he roared, and then charged forward like Don Quixote charging at a windmill.

Fenrir responded with a defiant roar, but this roar, which would make an ordinary person's legs go weak, causing them to kneel down in fear, or even want to kowtow, had no effect on this little dragon.

This surprised Lu Mingfei, but also aroused his curiosity.

On a sudden impulse, he leaped onto the other side of the track.

The situation is still unclear, and he has no intention of taking action.

Soon, the little dragon rushed in front of Fenrir. Fenrir, seeing that his roar had no effect, felt a sense of defeat for the first time.

Almost instinctively, he raised his dragon claw and slammed it down on the little dragon man.

In an instant, a large crack appeared on the platform that was originally able to park heavy tanks.

Fenrir, satisfied with the effect of his strike, raised his claws, only to find no one beneath them.

Where did he go? He panicked. His mental capacity was probably only that of a human child; in battle, he could only rely on instinct.

However, with this alchemical labyrinth, coupled with his massive body and strength, this instinctive reaction was enough to overwhelm most of the invading enemies.

But today, everything is different.

Fenrir's prized power was utterly useless against the elusive little dragon.

Even with his frantic banging, the platform, designed to hold tanks in wartime, was already teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly about to crumble at any moment.

But how could Fenrir, with his limited mind, possibly think of such things?

He is now completely absorbed in the game of whack-a-mole.

Unfortunately, the groundhog was very cunning, and even got closer and closer to him. Finally, after Fenrir missed another attack, the ground, which was already cracked into a spider web pattern, could no longer hold on and shattered with a whoosh.

Fenrir, whose entire center of gravity was on the platform, found his massive dragon body to be a burden after the platform collapsed.

He clung desperately to the edge of the rock face, his claws carving deep furrows into the stone before finally managing to stop.

Before he could even catch his breath, the little dragon was already standing in front of him.

However, for some reason, despite having plenty of time, the little dragon did not take the opportunity to attack; he simply stood quietly in place.

A pair of golden eyes, no less impressive than Fenrir's, gazed silently ahead.

"How did you become like this?"

Fenrir looked at the uninvited guest with suspicion, and his claws, which were about to strike again, stopped in mid-air.

Then, like a puppy, he poked his head out and sniffed around with his nostrils flared.

The other person's scent seemed somewhat familiar, as if I had smelled it before.

But if I really think about it carefully, I can't remember where I smelled it before.

After all, over the long years, he would occasionally fall into a deep sleep.

However, some memories are inevitably lost after waking up.

In these thousand years, all he could remember were the days when his sister was with him.

The little dragon man remained standing in place, but for some reason, his face suddenly became extremely distorted, half ferocious and half panicked.

"Who are you? Get out of my body!" A panicked voice followed immediately.

"I am you, but you are not me." The authoritative voice left no room for argument.

Fenrir had no intention of sorting things out anymore. After all, his closest person in the world was his sister. What did the others matter? Since they had offended him, they were doomed.

Thinking of this, he slammed his dragon claw, which had been hovering in mid-air, down heavily again without any mercy.

This time, the already collapsed platform was spewing debris and a large amount of dust into the air.

But the little dragon managed to dodge it once again.

In the moment of crisis, his body, which seemed to have split into two personalities, reacted strangely on instinct.

He folded his back 90 degrees, then placed his hands on the ground and leaped onto Fenrir like a backward-moving puppy.

"From now on..."

As the little dragon man's body returned to normal, the dragonification phenomenon on his body became increasingly severe.

Fine black scales began to grow on the surface of the skin that once still showed human features.

He is evolving into a true dragon.

"Let me bear the fate of the so-called abandoned clan."

His voice grew louder and louder, until it was almost a shout in the latter half.

The roar echoed underground, even shaking down a lot of rubble from the ceiling.

"The blood of every king must end with the sword."

The little dragon murmured.

The fine blue scales that had covered his face suddenly faded away, revealing a face that looked exactly like Old Tang's, or rather, he was Old Tang.

Lu Mingfei, who was watching from the side, also observed this.

He recognized the other person's face; it was one of the two people he had met in the subway car.

Then, the songs inherited from the primordial chaos began to play.

The invisible domain expanded, encompassing all the nearby subway tracks, which Old Tang grasped out of thin air.

He forcefully pulled a long sword, its body entirely black and gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, from the void.

What incredible power this is!

This is something that ordinary dragons could never possess.

This is the power that only the Lord of the Elements and the Four Great Kings can possess!

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow slightly; he was very familiar with this expanding domain. Just recently, he had engaged in a fierce battle with one of the twins on the throne at the academy.

It turns out that the brother Constantine had been looking for was right here.

He blinked; it was truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to him effortlessly."

Unexpectedly, he found another Dragon King so easily.

Norton, the legendary King of Bronze and Fire.

This is getting interesting.

Lu Mingfei squinted, and the black fluid slowly flowed across his body.

"Farewell, Fenrir, let me end your suffering," Norton said coldly, gripping the longsword that was half his height.

No matter how much Fenrir struggled, he was unable to shake off the strange creature that had jumped onto his back; the creature's legs seemed to be rooted to his back.

Just as Fenrir was filled with despair, Norton's sword-wielding hand suddenly froze in mid-air. A black figure had already flashed in front of him.

"My deal with him hasn't been finalized yet, where did you come from...?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the television still working not far away and coldly uttered the last three words, "You little punk."

For both emotional and rational reasons, he would not allow Norton and Fenrir to kill each other again, after all, they were also members of Kowloon, and they would be going to Mount Tai to pull his coffin.

Norton looked at Lu Mingfei, his face expressionless: "Whoever you are, I advise you not to stop me."

"What if I insist?" Lu Mingfei also made a grasping motion in the air, and slowly drew out a long black knife.

Unlike Norton's longsword, which he forged using fire elements from his domain, his longsword was formed from the black fluid within his body, and its strength and sharpness depended entirely on his own power.

Upon hearing this, Norton shook his head, maintaining a calm expression.

However, upon seeing the familiar dragon blood fluctuations on Lu Mingfei's body, he suddenly sniffed the air, and his face instantly turned as black as charcoal.

"Constantine! What did you do to Constantine?!"

"Want to know?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow. "Beat me first."

He flashed forward, his long sword already slashing down towards Old Tang's head.

"No matter what you've done, I'll make you regret showing up here today!" Old Tang roared, raising his sword and charging forward.

at the same time.

A small white snake had quietly crept into Fenrir's claws.

It's finally my turn!