What came to face was the surging dragon power. The ancient dragon swung its long tail and flapped its bat wings with clear joints. Thousands of lights protruded from its abdominal cavity, which were the golden pupils lit by the ghost-toothed dragon viper.

It held up the war spear and threw it out with great force, causing the clouds and wind to stir up chaos.

Zhaoyue was facing him, and the gun light even pushed away the red hair from his forehead, leaving a little blush on his fair forehead, but he still looked up at the sky, as if he didn't care about the crisis that was so close at hand.

A shrill roar was squeezed out of the corpse guard's throat, and it suddenly...witnessed the God of Death, and the huge death overwhelmed it and made it unable to breathe.

Zhaoyue's long dark red hair was messed up by the biting wind, and the corpse guard king's roar was deafening. He just calmly raised the knife flat to his side, and then pulled out a bloody knife mark diagonally.

There was no path, no sword intent, and the technique was very childish and simple, just slashing at will. However, the forward momentum of the Corpse Guard King suddenly stopped, and its body was divided into two together with the blood-stained rotten war spear, which was attached to the sword.

The absolute will to cut it in half.

Seeing the dead ancient dragon lying on the top of the stilt building, its dark blood flowing and making a corrosive "hissing" sound, and the faint starlight could still be seen in its abdomen, he cut it off with another knife.

Suddenly all sounds were silent.

The sounds of wind, rain, sea and sky ceased, and he was left walking in the sunshine. The gorgeous and grand interior reflected an incredible golden light, like the sunlight jumping out of the sea day and night.

He looked at the continuous ice peak. It was split open by the unstoppable wind of the knife, and a large piece of it was chopped into pieces along with the solid base. It died with the group of corpse guards, scattering crystal flying debris all over the sky.

He stretched out his hand to greet the helicopter hovering in the sky, and immediately it landed slowly under the control of the pilot. Zhaoyue followed the handle and climbed into the back seat of the cabin.

"Go to Hongjing."

Hearing his voice, the driver did not dare to stop and immediately pulled the operating lever to change direction.

As the realm of judgment recedes, the overbearing will to change the heavenly phenomena slowly fades away, cumulonimbus clouds roll in again, and heavy rain covers the weeping city again.

"Call the Sakurai family head and ask them to prepare for comfort and hypnosis. The secret of the dragon cannot be leaked."

"clear!"

The helicopter flew in the direction of Hongjing, and the strong winds between the clouds and the sea were constantly surging. However, the flight of this steel dragonfly was not affected at all. If you look closely, you will find that the wind and waves will be silent when approaching it.

The earth ceases.

"It's really a god-like power." Inuyama He Momo got off the car while watching the live action. This street, which is full of ancient details, is located in Bunkyo District, adjacent to Shinjuku District. The tsunami was blocked at the edge of Shinjuku District, and naturally Bunkyo District also

Not affected.

Although due to the heavy rainfall, the place is still deserted, and the young college students who used to come and go are nowhere to be seen.

Master Zhao from the noodle shop on the street looked at the water that reached his feet, sighed helplessly, and continued to watch the action movie from the island nation playing on the small TV on the top of the refrigerator.

The blazing lights of Lexus filled the car through the car window. Master Zhao remained unmoved and continued to look directly at the TV with the bright light behind his back.

However, the light never left for a long time and never disappeared as quickly as he expected.

He started blowing his beard and staring, opened the back door, and immediately saw the black figure holding an umbrella standing in the pouring rain.

With complaints deep in his throat, he closed the door and dove into the car. If possible, he never wanted to have anything to do with that family again.

"Old Patriarch..." The voice of the man outside the door is no longer so energetic. He has indeed become very old. What is the purpose of dragging his old body to find him now?

He couldn't help but think of those turbulent years tempered by blood and fire, and of his old father waiting for him alone in the rain, but in the end he didn't even look at that guy until he breathed his last breath.

Now that I think about it, the old guy actually didn't do anything wrong. He was just being chased by fate and spent his whole life on the road of contributing to the population of Shangsanjia.

To put it bluntly, he is a professional stallion. Shang Shangyue himself is a bit better. He has a strong voice and is the black sun that symbolizes destruction.

It is precisely because of this that he has spent his whole life on the road to the battlefield, leaving countless hidden wounds on his body. Today, his time is running out.

Looking at the closed car door, Inuyama He hesitated for a moment and then knocked "dong dong".

"Old Master, you still have blood left in this world."

Inuyama He sighed. He didn't hear any movement. It seemed that everyone had miscalculated. How could Shang Shiyue believe such one-sided words.

"Come in!" The car door was pushed open with a clang, and what came into view was Yue's torn, weather-beaten old face.

…

Sitting on the dirty bed, he looked away and calmly moved his eyes away from the small TV.

The inner and outer spaces separated only by cardboard are small tables, stoves, and other equipment used to set up stalls. Shangshan Yue has really integrated into the role of the ramen shop chef very well.

It is unimaginable that this old man with disheveled hair and cloudy eyes could be the former ruler of the eight Sheqi families and the once feared Shadow Emperor on the battlefield.

"You mean, I still have children?" Shang Shangyue's expression was strange, and he almost had doubts on his face, but his hands were trembling, and he seemed to be holding on to hope at the same time.

"That's right, that's what everyone said. It was based on the genetic samples you once provided to the Germans. The test-tube babies created by combining them are three brothers and sisters."

Inuyama Ga completely copied Akitsuki's words. He actually didn't believe this bizarre story at all.

"No way..." Shang Shangyue was thoughtful, and it seemed that it was indeed true, "Can just a few things produce results?"

"Who is in charge of the Sheqi Eight Families now?" He suddenly turned around and asked.

"It's the head of the Shangshan family, Mr. Shangshan Zhaoyue. He is a super hybrid and once served as a general in Russia."

"Super hybrid..." Shangyue nodded, "Is he also my son? He's already so old..."

"..." Inuyama Ga wanted to say that it was most likely not the case, but looking at Shang Yue's expression, he knew that he had probably hypnotized himself into believing it.

It turns out that loneliness is such a terrible thing. Even a monster like the Emperor, who has been inherited for a long time and stands at the pinnacle of hybrids, will be eroded in his heart.

"You came to me because..."

"Master, I hope you can return to the family. He needs your help."
Chapter completed!