He is inherited from the great Beowulf family and is destined to slay dragons in the future, rather than die in the foul-smelling mouth of a dead man and eventually become a dry corpse.

Beowulf began to try to attack. Although he was very weak and failed again and again, the unwillingness in his heart became stronger and stronger, almost turning into reality. He began to roar and attacked Deadpool with a crazy blood burst.

The deadpool began to retreat steadily. Although the injuries on both sides were severe, Beowulf's outburst was even more terrifying, and he was completely willing to fight.

Deadpool became more and more unbearable, and was eventually forced into the corner of the cage. In front of his father and countless people in the family, he began to tear Deadpool's body apart until he forcibly devoured the Deadpool.

Beowulf finally lay on his back in the cage exhausted, covered in blood, but he only felt happy and burst into uncontrollable laughter. At that moment, he was extremely happy.

Those tribesmen who originally looked down on him, or even ignored him, at that moment, their eyes were full of affirmation towards him, including his father.

That feeling also gave Beowulf a strong sense of identity, and this feeling even became the goal and motivation he pursued throughout his life.

Since then, Beowulf has never been afraid of anything. As he grew older, he killed more and more Deadpools. Later, the objects he hunted became dragon-shaped Deadpools, pure-blooded dragons.

Three generations of breeding and so on.

He relied on his inner courage to improve his strength time and time again. He gained the friendship of sharing weal and woe, and was also saddened by the death of his best friend.

Until he became the leader of the Beowulf clan.

His journey along the way has been so difficult, yet so tyrannical and glorious. How could he die here, at the hands of a dragon?

No! The majesty and glory of the Beowulf family must not be ruined in my hands!

Lu Mingfei's face turned into that of the former Deadpool, who now tore out his throat and was ready to drink his blood.

That ferocious smile of successful desire rang in my ears again.

Thinking of this, Beowulf's white-gold eyes were filled with crazy unwillingness. He was not willing to be killed like a dog by Lu Mingfei, and he was not willing to have the majesty and glory of the Beowulf family trampled on.

Under this crazy thought, his bloodline began its final attack.

Three times of violent bloodshed is already the limit, but it is not the limit of Beowulf.

"Lu Mingfei, you forced me to do this. Let's all die together. I want you to know that the majesty of the Beowulf family must never be insulted!"

Beowulf roared wildly, and iron-gray blood burst out from his broken throat like a fountain.

In order to be able to say this sentence completely, he used his own strength to encourage himself. After finishing speaking, his throat was completely broken.

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He was instantly strangled into blood mist.

Fourth degree of bloodshed!

Beowulf completed four violent bloodsheds!

This is an absolute forbidden area. Although you can exchange for the authority to roar the world, your spirit will be sold to the devil and you will become a slave without self.

But Beowulf no longer cared. He had to kill Lu Mingfei, the unknown dragon king, with a strong stance, and for this he was willing to sacrifice his own life.

The aura of terror is rolling in like a mad tide, and this place has turned into a huge storm field.

Beowulf only felt great spiritual joy.

He stood above the abyss, and under the abyss were the figures of Beowulf of all generations. They smiled and waved to him, as if they were welcoming their closest companions.

Beowulf also smiled. At this moment, he only felt peaceful and happy inside.

Although he fell, the Beowulfs did not blame him, but showed smiles full of encouragement and praise for him.

Beowulf felt an unprecedented sense of recognition rising from his chest.

Two lines of tears streaked down his iron face.

And Beowulf's body began to undergo drastic changes, completely transforming into a perfect dragon form, like an angel or a devil.

Two lines of iron-gray tears were frozen on the cold iron surface.

Beowulf only felt happy, but his face was particularly ferocious and cruel.

He roared and was ready to announce this great rebirth to the world.

But with a click, the sound of breaking resounded in the void like thunder.

Lu Mingfei had a cold face and tightened his grip on Beowulf's neck, but the other man's body, which was about to explode with force, drooped limply, without any breath of life.
Chapter completed!