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Chapter 592: The wrath of the dragons

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Russell was completely confused when he saw two strange men blocking him at the door. What I mean is, even if you are just pretending to be awesome, could you at least tell me your name

Why does it look so familiar

But even if we look familiar, you can't just come up and call me a scumbag, right

Who am I cheating on

Russell suddenly thought of something. Could the other party be the little King of Hell's maternal family? The little King of Hell didn't say if there was anyone else in his family. Could it be the son of another King of Hell

Little King Yan’s family, aren’t they our own people

He immediately smiled and said, "It turns out to be my eldest cousin!"

"Nonsense! It's you who win my cousin's heart with your sweet talk!"

The man was filled with resentment. "My cousin is only 1,300 years old this year. She is still a little girl and knows nothing. Yet she was deceived by a filthy person like you! She deserves to die!"

He clenched his hands, and a red-tasseled spear appeared in his hands. His expression was serious, "If you are a man, come and fight with me!"

Looking at the arrogant attitude of the opposite side, Guan Yu took two steps back with his sword in hand. His elder cousin was teaching his brother-in-law a lesson. Isn't this just his own business

Russell was also a little helpless. He waved his hand and the Ruyi Stick suddenly appeared in his hand. He shook it casually, and it caused a whistling sound.

Seeing the familiar Ruyi Stick, the two people on the opposite side looked at each other and shouted in unison, "It's you!"

The man threw his black robe and looked extremely confident. "Stand here, I will teach him a lesson."

A man beside him stepped back quickly, and with a wave of his hands, a mace suddenly appeared. It was obvious that as long as the man couldn't beat him, he would fight him two against one, without any hesitation.

The man shook the red tasseled spear in his hand, his eyes were particularly sharp, "Remember my name! If you dare to harass my cousin next time, I will beat you every time I see you! I am Mo'ang, the eldest prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea!"

Moang

The eldest prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea

Isn’t it from the underworld

Russell's mind skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that the other party seemed to have misunderstood him, which made him feel a little amused.

It seemed that the last time he went to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to ask for weapons, he did meet a girl from the dragon clan, who seemed to be the Thirteenth Princess. However, she was a young dragon, only 1,300 years old, which is equivalent to thirteen years old in human terms.

How can this be related to me

Russell was a little amused and just wanted to explain, but he saw that Prince Moang had a fierce look in his eyes. He was obviously very angry and seemed to have determined that he was a scumbag and a criminal who abducted his underage little girl.

He was too lazy to explain and wanted to ask this Crown Prince Mo'ang, a real outstanding young man of the Dragon Clan, how powerful he was.

"Take my shot!"

The red tasseled spear flickered with starlight, and Prince Moang came quickly with the spear in his hand. Russell was not polite either, waving the Ruyi stick in his hand, and the two of them fought back and forth quickly.

What surprised Russell was that the opponent's strength was no worse than his, and he even had a slight advantage in physical strength.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly couldn't help laughing. He had forgotten that he was a member of the dragon clan, born with supernatural powers, with a strong body, and was once the overlord of the demon clan.

Russell's smile completely angered Prince Moang. He let out a long roar that shook the nine heavens. He turned into a giant dragon a hundred feet long. A green energy wrapped around him. His ferocious claws fell from the sky and knocked Russell away with one blow.

The giant dragon shook its head violently, and suddenly, a series of green, barely visible rays of light appeared on its body and rushed towards Russell rapidly.

Russell turned quickly in mid-air. He could see clearly that it was not the green light, but rather a piece of jagged scales, spinning at high speed, with a sharp light, colliding with the Ruyi Stick, producing dazzling sparks, which flew left and right one after another.

The scales that were knocked off flew away silently, cutting off one mountain top after another, and were extremely sharp.

As Russell was dodging the scales, he saw a green shadow coming towards him, flying up and down, missing the four dragon claws of Prince Moang, and then somersaulted, narrowly avoiding the unexpected swing of the dragon's tail.

The whistling wind brushed across his forehead, and Russell shouted, "The Great Prince of the West Sea is nothing more than that!"

A long groan!

An endless fiery red light emanated from Russell's body, changing the color of half the sky. Huge wings stretching for thousands of feet stretched out from behind him. The overbearing golden-red energy was like a bright beam of light, rushing straight into the sky. The terrifying pressure pressed towards Moang.

The body of a three-legged golden crow!

The dragon's body, which was originally hundreds of feet long, suddenly became incomparably small in front of him, just like a loach, wiggling back and forth.

With one cry, it was like the sun rising, and everything in the world seemed to melt.

The dragon clan belongs to the water element, while the three-legged golden crow controls the most powerful fire in the world, the true fire of the sun. Water and fire are incompatible, and the two are enemies among enemies.

"Humph! A mere three-legged golden crow! Do you still think this is the ancient times?"

Prince Mo'ang was not at all weak. His body of several hundred feet seemed particularly small in front of the huge three-legged golden crow. He immediately turned into a human form. The aura on his body surged, pushing his immortal power to the extreme, and slammed towards Russell fiercely.

Russell spread his wings, and his whole body suddenly turned into a golden light and disappeared in front of everyone. This was the art of the Golden Crow turning into a rainbow, the true speed of heaven and earth.

Prince Mo'ang's face changed drastically, his powerful punch missed, he turned around quickly, but there was no one behind him.

"Cousin! He is in your..."

The man next to him is the cousin of Prince Mo'ang, the son of the Dragon King of Jinghe River, a rebellious kid who once wanted to eat the flesh of Monk Tang. Later, he was imprisoned in the West Sea for three hundred years and is now out again.

The Four Dragon Kings are one family. When they heard that their cousin was dreaming about food all day long and seemed to have been deceived by someone, they immediately followed their eldest cousin to support her!

This place...

It seems to be turning over!

Russell's speed was so fast that before the crocodile could finish his words, he had turned into a ray of golden light. His huge claws cut through the space, causing the space to collapse visibly with the naked eye, and he slashed towards Prince Moang fiercely.

It’s too late!

Prince Moang raised his arm, which was immediately covered with green scales. The next moment, his arm was slapped back heavily, with scales flying everywhere. He was blown a long way before stopping.

After finally stopping himself, he looked at his arms with lingering fear. They were already limp and powerless. Fortunately, he was still a human. If he was caught in the dragon body...

"Don't get complacent too soon!"

Prince Moang roared wildly, and waves surged from his body, causing ripples in the air. A huge dragon figure slowly took shape behind him, it was extremely majestic, tens of thousands of feet long, and was accompanied by the sound of violent dragon roars.

Dragon clan magical powers!

The Ancestral Dragon roars!

Russell was completely numb. Was it really necessary to fight so hard

I, Russell, am so angry. I really am not a lolita complex!

ps: Four thousand two hundred words today.