32 Evil Dragon’s Fury
Whoosh!
The flung door was engulfed in flames.
The three people in the room were startled. The Third Prince reacted first, striking out with his palm and shattering the incoming door, sending splinters flying.
Sparks scattered across the room, igniting the furniture.
“Who dares to sneak attack this prince?!”
The general’s son and the prime minister’s grandson immediately shielded the Third Prince, looking warily at the doorway. A handsome young man slowly walked in, his expression cold as he looked at them.
He was cloaked in gray flames, his pupils vertical slits like a snake’s, emitting a faint pressure and a sinister aura. Meeting his gaze sent chills down their spines, as if they were facing a ferocious, man-eating dragon.
His aura was stronger than the Third Prince’s; he was at least a two-star Mystic Master.
Moreover, that strange-colored flame, could it be the legendary Extreme Flame?
A two-star Mystic Master wielding an Extreme Flame. The three of them became wary.
The Third Prince said coldly, “Who are you? State your name!”
Yan Zhen didn’t answer, simply looking at them with disdain. “A one-star Mystic Master and two nine-star Mystic Scholars, and you want to be the boss here? Do you even deserve it?”
The Third Prince snorted. “A two-star Mystic Master wielding a Heavenly Extreme Flame is indeed impressive, but don’t think you can act recklessly before this prince. This is the territory of the Black Horn Empire!”
The commotion attracted the other students from the Black Horn Empire, who emerged from their rooms, blocking Yan Zhen’s retreat. There were about three hundred of them, most at five-star Mystic Scholar and above. And before Yan Zhen stood a one-star Mystic Master and two nine-star Mystic Scholars, ready to attack.
Having barged in so impulsively, he would be lucky to escape with his life.
“No matter how many small fries you bring, it’s useless.”
Yan Zhen didn’t even turn around. He clenched his hand, and the Gold and Silver Fire Sword Embryo materialized.
Wielding the burning gold and silver greatsword, Yan Zhen kicked off the ground, his figure vanishing instantly, transforming into a dazzling streak of light as he charged forward.
The three of them saw a flash of blinding light, then a gray flame erupted before the general’s son, blocked by a shield of light.
A single attack forced out his life-saving treasure. He was clearly intending to kill!
The general’s son’s face turned deathly pale. He wanted to retreat, but a powerful force silently penetrated the light shield and struck him, disrupting his escape.
—Internal force!
The light shield rapidly weakened, and the Gold and Silver Fire Sword Embryo slammed into him.
The bladeless sword embryo, carrying the intense heat of the Extreme Flame and an invisible sharpness, tore a gaping wound across the general’s son’s body, almost splitting him in half.
The spurting blood instantly evaporated into smoke, filling the air with a burning stench.
The impact sent the general’s son flying like a cannonball, crashing into the wall and creating spiderweb-like cracks. He landed on the floor, barely breathing, still alive, but probably beyond saving.
“One.”
A cold voice echoed, sending chills down the spines of the other two.
Yan Zhen was too fast, too fast for them to react. They couldn’t even follow his movements, let alone their eyes!
Was this guy really just a two or three-star Mystic Master?
“Protect His Highness!” the prime minister’s grandson yelled. “Attack him together!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhen vanished again, transforming into a bright streak of light that circled the prime minister’s grandson before appearing behind him.
Yan Zhen swung the sword embryo, striking him hard.
Crack.
A scream echoed, followed by the distinct sound of breaking bones. The prime minister’s grandson flew across the room, crashing into the corner and losing consciousness.
With his spine broken, he was either dead or crippled. Unless his family was willing to pay a hefty price for treatment, he would never fully recover.
Two attacks, two near-deaths. Yan Zhen stopped, flicked the sword embryo, and looked at the stunned Third Prince with an impassive expression.
“You’re the only one left.”
The Third Prince’s scalp tingled. This was the closest he had ever been to death.
One strike, one nine-star Mystic Scholar down. The other students didn’t dare to move.
Anyone who dared to attack him was courting death.
Moreover, he seemed to have plenty of strength left.
—Where the hell did this guy come from?!
“Wait, you’re clearly very capable. This prince is willing to step aside and let you lead the students from the eastern region… There’s no need for such violence, disrupting the harmony among us.”
“Harmony?” Yan Zhen narrowed his sinister, vertical pupils. “Using your superior cultivation to bully students from other kingdoms, is that the Black Horn Empire’s idea of harmony?”
Hearing this, the Third Prince had a sudden realization. “Y-you… are you Yan Zhen from the Gallo Kingdom?”
The so-called strongest from a small kingdom, was he actually this powerful?
Yan Zhen put away the Gold and Silver Fire Sword Embryo and slowly clenched his fist.
“You hurt her. Now, I’ll return the favor tenfold!”
Whoosh.
Tri-colored flames gathered around his fist as Yan Zhen walked towards the Third Prince.
The Third Prince retreated step by step, until he had nowhere left to go.
Suddenly, a figure dashed out from the crowd, gathering all his strength for a sneak attack on Yan Zhen.
Without turning his head, Yan Zhen’s gray flames condensed into a miniature dragon shadow that roared and charged towards the attacker.
Before the attacker could strike, he was sent flying by the Evil Dragon Flame Shadow. His external injuries weren’t severe, but his sea of consciousness was severely damaged. The dragon’s roar shattered his mind, his eyes rolling back as he foamed at the mouth and collapsed unconscious.
The students from the Black Horn Empire were terrified, and no one dared to approach.
The Third Prince’s face was ashen as he yelled, “D-don’t come any closer… If you come any closer, this prince will show no mercy!”
Yan Zhen continued to approach. When they were less than two meters apart, the Third Prince suddenly attacked, activating a hidden rune that unleashed a Mystic King-level Mystic Power shockwave, instantly engulfing Yan Zhen. The force was so powerful that it blasted a hole in the wall where the door had been, leaving a ten-meter scorch mark in the corridor, almost hitting the crowd.
The group from the Gallo Kingdom, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene, their expressions changing drastically.
“Yan Zhen!”
“Cousin!”
The Third Prince was instantly relieved, a smug smile returning to his face. “So much for the strongest of the Gallo Kingdom. People from small kingdoms are just that, small-minded and ignorant. Did you really think this prince wouldn’t have any means to counter you? Naive!”
“So what if you do?”
Yan Zhen’s voice echoed again, making the Third Prince tremble!
The light gradually dissipated, and the sinister young man cloaked in gray flames reappeared, completely unharmed!
The Third Prince was utterly dumbfounded. He had just used a Mystic King-level Mystic Power shockwave. Even a Mystic General would be severely injured, yet Yan Zhen, a mere Mystic Master, was completely fine?
As he was stunned, a hand wreathed in gray flames shot out like a viper, tightly gripping the Third Prince’s throat and lifting him into the air.
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