Chapter 335 - Fanatic Protects (1/2)
Translator: StarReader
Editor: Elitecoder
Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan looked at the faint golden glow around himself and smiled sensing the golden dragon resting in his Dantian.
He had used Diamond Sand to temper himself and now he had Dragon Vein’s dragon power and a king’s dragon soul. Three great treasures for body cultivation combined in one vessel.
He simply needed to refine the dragon power and unite with the dragon soul and his body would soar above even Huangpu Qingtian’s.
Speaking of which, he threw a condescending smile at those resentful eyes, “Weren’t you calling yourself a rightful king, decreed by providence? Humph, I stole everything you had, including your destiny…”
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan fell silent and his heart felt uneasy.
[Is the dragon soul’s shift heaven sent or a disaster?]
He felt something in the air had changed. As the dragon soul now resided within his body, he sensed the other factions’ attitude shift. Especially the imperial family’s.
Then again, which emperor out there would allow the one calling himself rightful king take his throne?
Huangpu Qingtian was so egotistical to spout it left and right because the Regent Estate had his back. For Zhuo Fan to keep his life…
[The time has come for the Luo clan to show its power!]
Squinting, Zhuo Fan sighed.
Then, a yellow pillar of light shot into the sky a thousand miles from him. Yan Fu paled, “Yan Bangui got away!”
Zhuo Fan glanced and merely shook his head, “An ant, nothing more.”
Yan Fu stammered, but kept his trap shut despite the resentment.
“What, you have a bone to pick with him?” Zhuo Fan saw right through him.
Yan Fu only sighed.
Zhuo Fan patted his shoulder, his eyes glinting mysteriously, “Relax, you are with me now. I will definitely help you deal with it.”
Yan Fu saw Zhuo Fan’s cryptic smile…
Yan Bangui passed through the earth National Elemental Stone flustered, gasping and rejoicing for having escaped that living nightmare.
Yan Bogong almost broke down crying from joy.
[My family! I’m finally back. It wasn’t easy escaping that monster.]
Yan Bogong saw Pill King Hall’s most prized pupil return in tears. Of the six dragons, Zhuo Fan had reaped three, making the last survivor to be treated like a treasure.
The Pill King Hall rushed to console him and congratulate the safe return of their Plague Dragon.
After a short moment of joy, Hall Lord Yan Bogong turned to Zhuo Fan being reflected on the fire National Elemental Stone. His face grew dark and he said, “Bangui, we and Estate Lord Huangpu struck a secret deal. When the punk comes back we’ll attack him together. Stay behind me and try to land the killing blow to wash the shame of betrayal. Let the world know of Pill King Hall’s power.”
Yan Bangui jerked, but when he saw Zhuo Fan all he had was deep rooted fear.
[Spare me, Hall Lord! I escaped that monster by the skin of my teeth and now you want me to die again?]
Yan Bogong knew what he was thinking and got angry, “Useless prick, are you that horrified after the punk gave you a little fright? Humph, relax. It will be us old fellows going first. You only have to go and collect his head and restore our image. This is an easy merit. What, you don’t even know how to pick up a head?”
Yan Bangui was quite hesitant but nodded at the end.
Yan Bogong broke out into a smile, “That’s our Pill King Hall’s disciple, ha-ha-ha…”
Viewers turned their attention to the fire National Elemental Stone, waiting for Zhuo Fan and Yan Fu’s return.
“It’s time.”
Zhuo Fan stood before the fire exit, viewers clueless of his meaning as was Yan Fu. But then, he looked at the sky and raised his palm as he muttered.
Yan Fu asked, “Steward Zhuo, what…”
“Yan Fu, weren’t you vexed at letting Yan Bangui off? Ha-ha-ha, as a reward for your great service, and your welcome gift in the Luo clan, I, its steward, shall fulfill your cherished wish.”
Zhuo Fan started to bend one finger at a time as he said, “Five, four…”
Everyone was puzzled just like Yan Fu.
Three, two…
“What is the punk playing at?” Yan Bogong looked at his allies.
Only Leng Wuchang was in constant pondering, then shouted at Yan Bogong, “Hall Lord Yan, get away from the kid!”
“What?” Yan Bogong was still out of it.
Just then, everyone heard, “One.”
With the final word, Zhuo Fan made a fist.
Bang!