Chapter 522: Demon Race?

The formation beneath his feet had golden markings. The Nanguo Buxie and Nanguo Qingyuan within the formation shimmered with golden light all over their bodies, and even their eyes turned into golden pupils!

It is said that when someone with a Golden Bloodline activates it, even their blood turns golden.

If the eyes turn golden, it means the Golden Bloodline has been used to the extreme.

"Emerging dragon from the abyss, break!" they shouted in unison, and a golden giant dragon burst from the formation, its mouth opening and closing as it let out a resounding dragon roar.

At this moment, Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen stood shoulder to shoulder.

"Xiao Hu, it's up to you!"

Xiao Chen jabbed Xiao Hu with his elbow, and Xiao Hu winked at him, saying, "Don't worry, big brother will protect you!"

Xiao Chen's face darkened, "Shut up, I'm the older brother!"

"It's always the older brother protecting the younger brother."

Xiao Chen realized, no wonder Xiao Hu went first—he'd been waiting for him here!

So annoying!

Xiao Hu moved, stepping in front of Xiao Chen.

Seeing that small back, Xiao Chen suddenly broke into a smile.

Although Xiao Hu had played a trick on him, having such a brother is his greatest fortune in life!

"A dragon, or a golden dragon?" Xiao Hu looked at the golden dragon, teeth bared and claws brandished, huge and imposing, raising his eyebrows—he looked a bit like his mother.

"Prepare to die!"

Nanguo Buxie let out an angry roar, another dragon cry tore through the void, and the massive dragon body lunged toward Xiao Hu.

That fierce aura, with golden flames burning all over, was enough to make one's heart tremble.

So strong!

This is what most Academy disciples are thinking right now.

Huangjin City's Golden Bloodline, combined with its divine formation, is undoubtedly the city's top combat power.

The first lord of Huangjin City won his realm relying on the Golden Bloodline and the formation.

"Ye Xiaohu is going to face it alone? Has he gone mad?"

"But they look completely calm."

Ye Xiaohu's frail figure, under that golden giant dragon, seemed so thin that a single breath from the dragon could blow him away.

"Perfect, I also have a dragon—let's see whose is stronger!"

As Xiao Hu's words fell, a strange formation also appeared beneath his feet.

Unlike the opposing Nanguo Buxie siblings, its light was cyan, a chilling, intimidating aura spreading from the ground, making one's back go cold.

If there were any Demon Race members present, or someone well-informed, they'd know at a glance this isn't a formation.

Xiao Hu's smile vanished, his whole turn grew cold and stern, his eyes gradually turning black, as if a pair of black wings unfurled behind him!

This sight left everyone stunned.

"This is… Demonic Breath!"

Thick Demonic Breath swirled around him, matching the cyan pattern beneath his feet, making him look like a little demon king!

On the judging platform, Wu Shushan's pupils contracted sharply, and he muttered softly.

Demonic Breath?!

Isn't that an aura only Demon Race members have?

How could it appear on Ye Xiaohu's body?

"Could Ye Xiaohu be of the Demon Race?" Among the many elders, Li Zhanglao suddenly shouted his question.

A glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The Demon Race is not accepted by the world; if Ye Xiaohu is a demon, humanity will target him!

Upon hearing Li Zhanglao say that, Ling Mengyao's eyes lit up instantly.

"Demon Race! Ye Xiaohu is a demon! Everyone, look—Ye Xiaohu is actually a demon!" she shouted loudly, hoping to stir up chaos.

Demon Race?

The Academy disciples were all startled.

You should know, in this era, the term "Demon Race" is already very distant from them.

This legendary race, in ancient times, shone and blazed, once suppressing humanity, ruling supreme.

But today, after ten thousand years, the Demon Race has long declined and fallen, even vanished from sight.

Of course, everyone knows the Demon Race didn't perish; it's just that, with humanity thriving today, demons can only live in the shadows.

Is this Ye Xiaohu a descendant of the Demon Race?

Does that mean Ye Elder or Instructor Ye are also demons?

Ling Xueyao wore a cruel smile.

Humanity's hatred of the Demon Race hasn't faded with time; indeed, many people change color at the mention of demons, regarding them as an evil race.

Thus, if Ye Xiaohu's demon identity is confirmed, his whole family of four won't be able to get by!

"This Ye Xiaohu is truly foolish, not even hiding his demon identity—don't blame me for being rude!" Ling Xueyao thought darkly.

"No!" Wu Shushan denied it without a second thought.

Others may not know Ye Xiaohu's identity, but he does.

Ye Xiaohu is a descendant of the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of Zhu Lu—how could he be a demon?

Could his birth mother, Ye Qingran, be a demon?

That's obviously not the case.

Ye Qingran is clearly a human; she could never be a demon.

Since they are not of the Demon Race, how could Xiao Hu have Demonic Breath?

Wu Shushan also couldn't figure it out.

"How is he not of the Demon Race? He has Demonic Breath on him!"

Ling Xueyao would not yield.

"Who says having Demonic Breath makes one of the Demon Race?" Ye Qingran glanced at Ling Xueyao and said lightly.

"If you smell like a dog, does that make you a dog?"

Upon hearing that, many people covered their mouths and chuckled.

The words are crude but the reasoning is sound.

That analogy is quite vivid.

Demonic Breath, though unique to the Demon Race, can also be acquired later in life.

Xiao Hu having Demonic Breath does not mean he is of the Demon Race.

"How could such pure Demonic Breath be acquired later?"

Ling Xueyao did not believe it.

Ye Qingran shrugged, "Pure Demonic Breath shows my son has high talent; he learns whatever he imitates."

"Ye Qingran, just keep making excuses!"

"Lady Nangong, I can guarantee Xiao Hu is not of the Demon Race; please stop saying that!" Wu Shushan said displeasedly.

Wu Shushan having said that, Ling Xueyao opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing more.

She didn't expect Wu Shushan to be so resolute.

At that moment, a Source-less Wind rose within the formation beneath Xiao Hu's feet, rustling his clothes and black hair.

Everyone looking at the formation felt as if the Hell Gate had been opened, a horrible aura spreading in their chests.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar was heard again!

But this dragon's roar was deeper.

A giant dragon's silhouette emerged from underground, its massive body blocking the sky as it coiled in the void.

The giant dragon was not corporeal but a phantom, its body a deep black, indeed a black dragon.

Unlike the radiant golden dragon opposite, this dragon was covered in black scales that reflected a cold light, its body suffused with strong Demonic Breath, like a terrifying demon dragon.

It is said that there is a dragon clan called the Candle Dragon, coming from Hell, also entirely black.

Could this dragon be a Candle Dragon?

"Go!" With Xiao Hu's command, the black demon dragon let out a fierce dragon roar and then shot swiftly toward the golden dragon.

One black, one gold.

Both are unstoppable, irresistible.

The two giant dragons of different colors are about to collide in the void.

Everyone held their breath.