Eastern: I love doing good things-Chapter 195 : Only battle!

The Furious Flame Ancestor's dragon eyes flared with rage, and his dragon whiskers moved without wind: "You... how could you know..."

His voice seemed squeezed out between his teeth, laced with a hint of shame and anger for being exposed.

"It's not hard to guess. After all, the current emperor is Emperor Wen of Yan, yet Yan Shouzheng still refers to you as the Flame Ancestor. Also, I once heard Lord Chongwu say that in the history of Yan Kingdom, there have been seven emperors."

"And you just happen to have seven heads. Isn't this quite obvious?"

The Flame Ancestor fell silent again. Fang Yuan's deduction was completely true and irrefutable. Since the establishment of Yan Kingdom, he had continuously bred offspring, and over countless years, his half-dragon, half-human descendants had reached over a thousand.

Among these descendants, if any awakened the bloodline of the flood dragon, they would be placed into the Yellow Dragon body to merge with the divine consciousness. However, if someone also awakened a powerful divine ability, they would become the "delicacy" in the Flame Ancestor's eyes. He would keep them and wait for the right moment to possess and devour them.

In this way, the divine abilities awakened by his descendants would be available for the Flame Ancestor to use, becoming his tools for dominating the world!

Unfortunately, his descendants were not very capable, and the probability of awakening powerful divine abilities was terribly low. Over the years, the Flame Ancestor had only successfully devoured six people.

The first dragon head that Fang Yuan shattered had the most troublesome divine ability: [Heavenly Wind Shattering Flash] — so fast that even a remnant image could not be left, and it could kill from thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye. Ordinary experts could not even react in time.

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But who would have thought that this proud killing move would be effortlessly destroyed by Fang Yuan!

Now, his second dragon head, which wielded the [Bone-eroding Yin Thunder], had also been destroyed by Fang Yuan...

His moves were easily seen through by Fang Yuan. On the other hand, he could not figure out even the slightest detail of Fang Yuan's divine abilities.

The Flame Ancestor only felt that the existence of the person in front of him was utterly absurd. He could not understand how this person could endure his two attacks and remain completely unharmed.

Was it a martial talent unique to humans? But he had lived for over a thousand years and had never heard of such an exaggerated martial talent!

Could it be...

Suddenly, a thought flashed across his mind. Looking at Fang Yuan, who still appeared perfect, he spoke with a hint of certainty in his voice: "Stop pretending. I know, you must not be human, right!"

"Could it be... you are the Black Tortoise body?"

Black Tortoise?

Upon hearing this, a sarcastic smile appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

"When did insects start to question my identity? How laughable! What is the Black Tortoise? It doesn't even deserve to carry my shoes!!"

"Flame Ancestor, your divine abilities do have some merit, but what a pity—"

He shook his head in disdain: "In front of me, you are but a firefly in the night. But it's not your fault—"

He glanced at his health bar. Thanks to the effect of [Evergreen Greenwood Body], his health had been restored to 70,000.

This old thing's power was far stronger than any opponent he had faced before. After taking a few blows from him, his health had been reduced by a third!

The situation was urgent, so Fang Yuan had to stop the fight momentarily and resort to "verbal sparring" to buy time for his health regeneration.

Fang Yuan rarely used [Evergreen Greenwood Body] during battle, because using this method consumed vitality, and Fang Yuan needed to use all of that vitality to recover his health!

In contrast to Lord Chongwu, who often summoned towering hundred-meter wood giants, this technique in Fang Yuan's hands had become a passive one.

But this passive ability was incredibly powerful. Even if his health bar ran out completely, he was confident he could recover it within five minutes!

"Vulgar little gods..."

The Flame Ancestor muttered Fang Yuan's words, and a shiver ran down his spine. Yes, perhaps only true gods could face his attacks and remain unharmed...

Wait... What was he thinking?

Now was a life-and-death moment, how could he be intimidated by a few words from the enemy?!

This was Yan Kingdom, his Yan Kingdom, which he had ruled for nearly ten thousand years!

He treated mountains and rivers as a chessboard, the people of the world as pawns, and his bloodline was merely a ladder to his ascension!

Even though he had not yet occupied the Yellow Dragon body, after being emperor for over a thousand years, he had already ascended to the status of a true dragon!

Anger surged from the Flame Ancestor's heart, suppressing his fear and worry about the enemy before him completely.

"I don't care who you are! Even if you are the so-called fate, I will make sure you see—"

"I don't want fate's decree—I want fate, kneel before me and surrender!"

The remaining five dragon heads of the Flame Ancestor moved simultaneously, the [Swallowing Heaven Golden Flame] bursting forth with sharp brilliance, the [Furious Storm Hell] fiercely opening, the [Calamitous Dragon Gaze] locking onto Fang Yuan...

An overwhelming force began to gather within him, and the terrifying pressure swept across like a landslide or a tsunami. A dragon's roar seemed as if it could shatter mountains and rivers, and the clouds were torn asunder!

"Not bad, I'm nearly done resting, and I've gathered enough power!"

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed with cold intent. Facing the enraged Flame Ancestor, he had no intention of dodging, only to fight!

In an instant, a vast and corrupting miasma turned into dense fog that enveloped Fang Yuan's entire body!

The violent death energy rose like steam, and his golden pupils, once dazzling, instantly turned blood-red!

A living fungal blanket covered his shattered armor, pulsing with his breathing!

Thousands of crimson butterflies surrounded him, and six semi-transparent decaying wings emerged from his spine, dripping pus and blood, falling onto the Yellow Dragon's body below, nurturing crimson lotus flowers!

His once handsome face now appeared increasingly demonic. Though the corruption symbolized death, it burned with the fierce heat of the midday sun, steaming upward!