Chapter 152: True Dragon Bloodline

The young dragon, on its way back, saw the marked northern wolf pack again.

“Forget it.”

“First deal with the giant tribe—right now, we have no capacity to tame wolves.”

Deng Ken observed for a moment, then gave up. Wolves could indeed be tamed into dogs, but the conditions were insufficient; taming was a troublesome process, and it would have to wait until the Cat People tribe recovered their strength and did it themselves.

Inside the dragon’s nest.

About a dozen lizard eggs.

Thus, Water Seven Stars’ absolute lockdown ability was no longer merely a simple single-use burst skill.

But at that moment, the Star-Driving Whip piercing the Baihui point on Old Tang’s head burst forth with rolling starlight and trembled gently. The next instant, a massive planetary phantom appeared above Old Tang’s head—naturally, his life star, Mars.

This Hanwu Marquis was truly amusing—he made such a grand show attacking my Tianwu Marquis Mansion, yet with such overwhelming advantage, he now comes to negotiate peace.

Everyone fell silent. After all, Zi Xiangrong had been their opponent in the previous contest, and she had never shown goodwill toward their Water Seven Stars. As they spoke, a sour taste lingered in their mouths.

Just like Lin Feng, who had fallen before her when she failed to take human form, his aura flickered with something she could not possibly handle.

Thirty-odd strong laborers, each with brute strength, swung their weapons and slammed toward Lin Feng. The situation was desperate—anyone surrounded by so many workers would be in dire straits.

But Ling Xiao was no lowly male beast; his gaze showed not the slightest ripple, only a calm expression as he regarded Qi Xue’s delicate face.

After all, this was a battle between races—with no retreat, no negotiation, only life or death. Since war had come, what was there to hesitate over?

Then, a bald figure was suddenly thrown out, stumbling, onto the threshold outside. His bald head bore a tattoo of a black flower; he was short in stature, his face heavy with fat, and a scar ran down his right cheek.

Streams of sword qi shot out, instantly submerging the two-headed tiger ahead and tearing it to shreds—but an unbelievable sight appeared: the sword qi–submerged two-headed tiger dissolved into rolling bloodwater, writhed and coalesced, then reformed into the two-headed tiger once more.

In less than seven days, they had returned to the Great Ming frontier garrison. Upon hearing this result, the local troops did not know whether to rejoice or worry, but one thing was certain: they must prepare immediately for the Mongols’ possible invasion at any moment.

Lai Yin leapt from the carriage and sprinted toward the direction where Feiya had left. Soon, he spotted fresh footprints on the snow—those must have been Feiya’s.

I stepped out of the house, looked around from the rooftop—the morning scenery here was quite beautiful, and my mood lifted instantly. I went downstairs to buy eggs.

Zhu Te suddenly remembered that the city’s power system had collapsed; without electricity, these appliances were useless.

Qin Ming nodded again at Yi Yi’s words. Seeing everyone’s exhaustion, he knew his photography technique and presence could be practiced later, but tonight he simply could not bear to delay their rest any longer.

Although the three were rated Class A, the other two students in the academy did not receive such high ratings: Lü Liang was rated Class E, and Zhang Li was rated Class D—but at least they had not been eliminated, which was a relief.

The senior originally didn’t want to bother with me, but Wang Lingwei approved my request and had Black:Angel bring me a crystal stone from another group.

Guo Jing tried to dislodge Qin Yuecong from himself upon entering the forest, but failed—Huang Rong clung to him like an octopus.