Chapter 109 Major Event : Dragon Ninja War (Part )
At the same time, on the other side of Luodehua Commercial Street.

On his way to Vientiane City, Ke Xiaomo encountered nearly ten ninjas blocking his way. He appeared from behind, raised his sword, and knocked them down one by one with lightning speed.

Then, a shadow that turned into a bird of prey clung to the glass curtain wall of the tall building. Just as it was about to spread its wings and fly into the sky, a lion-shaped shadow suddenly swooped down from above.

The bird-of-prey shadow and the ferocious lion shadow were playing against each other on the glass curtain wall, and the two were equally matched.
After a moment's standoff, the bird of prey tried to shake off the lion.

Then it quickly broke free from the top of the glass curtain wall, climbed up the surrounding buildings and flew away, from the electronic signboard, to the advertising screen, the surface of the jewelry store's display cabinet, and finally escaped to the inside of a bar, flew upward along the bar's pipes, and returned to the glass curtain wall on the surface of the high-rise building.

Behind it, the shadow lion was chasing it relentlessly like a maggot attached to its bones.

Finally, the bird of prey and the lion seemed to have reached a consensus and stopped on the glass curtain wall together.

Ke Xiaomo slowly emerged from the surface of the glass curtain wall.

At the same time, a burly figure slowly emerged from the lion-shaped shadow.

Only their feet were still in the shadows, which allowed them to stand horizontally in the air, clinging to the wall of the tall building, without falling down due to gravity.

They faced each other, looking into each other's eyes.

"Master, why are you stopping me?" Ke Xiaomo was silent for a moment and then asked.

What caught his eyes was a man wearing ancient warrior armor, a dark red helmet, and wooden clogs. He held a long sword in his hand.

The blade was shiny, just like the man's eyes, reflecting a cold edge.

The clan leader stared at Ke Xiaomo, was silent for a moment, and said in a powerful voice: "The reason is very simple."

He paused, lowered his voice and said, "The Dragon of Disaster... is your younger brother."

Hearing this, Ke Xiaomo was stunned for half a second, then frowned slightly and said without hesitation: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Have you learned to joke?"

As he said this, the first name that popped into his mind was Ke Mingye.

He thought, if Mingye is the dragon of disaster, then the sense of disharmony and weirdness that I felt before would be traceable... But how is this possible, he is my family member who I have been with day and night for so many years.

"No, I'm telling the truth. Ke Yongzhu, this dragon lived in your family as an adopted son. It disguised itself as a human and lived with you for several years."

The clan leader looked him straight in the eyes and spoke slowly.

"Yong, Zhu?" Ke Xiaomo's face darkened, and he spoke almost word by word, "There must be something wrong..."

Before he could finish his words, a deafening dragon roar came from Wanxiang City, interrupting him.

His pupils shrank slightly, he swallowed a mouthful of water, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

The clan leader lowered his eyes and sighed, "I was also shocked when I learned the truth. You are my successor, the next clan leader, so I was worried that you would be emotional and unable to distinguish between justice and personal feelings, and would want to protect this dragon, or that you would be affected by your emotions, so I asked the ink writer, Ma Yingchuan, to stop you and not let you participate in this matter."

He paused and said, "But it seems that the unfilial disciple failed to succeed. His qualifications are not as good as yours after all."

"Impossible," Ke Xiaomo was stunned for a long time, his eyes were obscured by the falling hair, "Absolutely impossible..." As he said this, he slowly raised his eyes from the hair, a fierce light flashing in his dark pupils.

Shadows as surging as the ocean tide flowed out from the fingertips of the five fingers of his right hand.

The deep shadow was like the lines used by a tailor, slowly weaving into a shadow knife about ten feet long in front of his right hand.

The handle of the knife was tightly held in Ke Xiaomo's hand.

He spoke each word with great emphasis, almost roaring, "My brother, there is no way he is the Dragon of Disaster. There must be something wrong!"

“Mo, if you have to see it with your own eyes to believe it, then I will give you this chance... just consider it as your last lesson before you become the next sect leader.” The sect leader raised his eyes to meet his gaze and spoke in a deep voice.

Just as he finished speaking, accompanied by a loud bang, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the wall of the fifth floor of Vientiane City, and thousands of cracks spread out.

Then, amidst the rain of tiles and glass fragments, a hideous monster that could not be clearly identified as a dragon or a human flew out from the crack in the cinema, crashed down from a height of dozens of meters, and smashed heavily to the ground.

Ke Xiaomo turned his head suddenly and stared at the deformed monster that was neither human nor dragon.

The monster was covered in black blood, and the jumpsuit it was wearing was torn into pieces, leaving only the edges, revealing patches of skin covered with rugged scales.

It fell to the ground, its whole body trembling slightly, struggling to get up, and slowly raised its bloodstained, ugly face in the sunlight.

Half of the monster's face was covered in scales, and the other half was stained with blood.

The human-shaped eye was pierced, leaving only a disgraceful hole in the eye socket, from which blood continued to flow like a waterfall.

But even so...

Ke Xiaomo could still see the identity of this monster through the outline of that half face.

At this moment, his pupils trembled violently, and every nerve in his brain seemed to be screaming. Fear, rage, and disbelief, several expressions flashed across his face quickly.

After a moment, his mouth twitched and he uttered a name, a name that he had never thought of being associated with the four words "Dragon of Disaster" in his life.

"Yong...Zhu?"

Ke Xiaomo lowered his eyes, his face dull, and muttered hoarsely to himself.

The sect leader stood on the glass curtain wall, glanced at Ke Xiaomo's expression, and then gave orders to nearly a hundred ninjas on the street.

"Use the Dragon Ancestor Horn to make him reveal his true form."

As soon as the words fell, the one hundred ninjas simultaneously took out a horn made of white bones from their arms.

Then, like some kind of religious ceremony or the beginning of a war, they grabbed the horn and started to blow it. The sound of the horn, mixed with the roar of ancient dragons, enveloped the entire street.

Into the monster's ears.

The monster had nowhere to hide. It held its head and roared towards the sky, then suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Its shoulder blades slowly cracked, and between the flesh and skin, a pair of pitch-black wings slowly extended.

Then, layers of overlapping scales emerged from the surface of the skin, covering every thick limb, and claws as sharp as knives drew grooves on the ground.

But the next moment, the dragon was covered by a huge bronze bell that fell from the sky.

It roared inside the giant bell and frantically tore the ancient bell apart with its claws, but it only produced a series of loud noises like Big Ben, loud enough to echo throughout the entire city.

The sound of the bell was like rumbling thunder, accompanied by the brutal roar of a dragon, pouring into Ke Xiaomo's ears one after another.

His right hand was trembling deeply, and the shadow sword he was holding tightly was sometimes shaky and sometimes solid, like a candle flame that could be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Now...are you willing to believe it?"

The clan leader looked at him and asked calmly.

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(End of this chapter)