Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 472: Fire Dragon Soars, A Remarkable Person Descends into the World

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Fire Dragon Soars, A Remarkable Person Descends into the World

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Dad..."

Above the high platform, flames pierced the sky.

The fierce fire made it impossible to stand within ten meters.

Luo Shaoyong, nonetheless, recklessly tried to rush forward.

But he was firmly restrained by several disciples.

At that moment, the high platform was like purgatory.

Anyone who approached would surely be burned alive.

The surrounding crowd was utterly helpless.

All they could do was watch helplessly as Luo Jiuying, atop the platform, held up the dragon head.

Despite the roaring flames, he would not let go.

He appeared like the king of hell, standing before everyone’s eyes.

It was immensely shocking.

"Laozi will use your blood today to cleanse the dishonor of my brother, Fujihara Kosuke. Brother, you can rest in peace now!"

Beneath the head of the sinister creature, a person emerged.

Thin and wizened, his gaze was sinister.

He was Fujiwara Kenshiro, the brother of the previous master of the Sanhe Martial Arts Hall.

Back then, Fujihara Kosuke’s sword drawing technique had almost caused Luo Jiuying to stumble.

Today, he could finally avenge this deep-seated hatred with blood.

"I’m afraid you won’t have that chance!"

Amidst the chaotic crowd, a figure shot into the sea of flames like a specter.

Wherever he passed, a gust of wind followed.

He remarkably created a gap in the raging fire.

When Lin Fan stood on the platform like a Heavenly God descended to earth—

Luo Jiuying, already nearly suffocated by the intense fire, looked on in astonishment.

"Boss, why have you come!"

"My opening ceremony cannot harm the life of our countrymen; if offerings are to be made to the heavens, they must use the foreign devils!"

Lin Fan firmly grasped the support pole of the golden dragon head.

Due to the fierce fire, the support pole had become scorching hot.

"Boss, it’s too heavy; I can’t take it out!"

Luo Jiuying hurriedly tried to console him.

This dragon head of over three hundred pounds had a steel frame structure.

Just the gold paint smeared on it weighed about ten kilograms.

"If I can’t even carry this little thing, how can I continue to be your boss? Watch this!"

Lin Fan gripped the support pole with one hand, while his feet kicked against the ground.

The entire person shot out like a cannonball.

This leap directly carried him twenty meters away to a three-story commercial building.

As he pulled, the whole dragon body also soared through the air with him toward that direction.

The burning dragon body, like a fire dragon, ascended majestically.

Lin Fan, upon landing on the rooftop, did not dare to delay.

The dragon body, measuring a hundred meters, could easily start a large fire wherever it fell.

Moreover, the blazing fire burning on it was a precious commodity.

He needed to fight fire with fire.

Thus, dragging the golden dragon, he vanished after a few leaps.

"What... was that all about?"

"Was that guy using wires just now?"

"How come I feel like that fire dragon was actually flying."

"So? Is the show over?"

The onlooking crowd was bewildered.

At this moment, the rescued Luo Jiuying was nearly dehydrated.

Suffering from several burns, he chugged mineral water while looking towards the distance.

Where had Lin Fan taken that fire dragon?

"This time you were lucky, but next time I guarantee it won’t be so easy, you’d better remember my name,"

Fujiwara Kenshiro watched Luo Jiuying with reluctant eyes.

The previous altercation had started over a dispute, still with some justification.

But now, without the golden dragon, if they charged again, it would be outright combat.

He definitely wouldn’t be so foolish as to give his opponents a handle to grab.

"I will remember you!"

Luo Jiuying didn’t speak, but Luo Shaoyong clenched his teeth.

This guy clearly intended to use the incident to commit murder.

The enmity of a father’s murder cannot be shared under the same sky.

Even if it wasn’t successful, this matter would definitely not be taken lightly.

"Today, I destroyed the Golden Dragon, tomorrow I will destroy the Martial Alliance. I will send you a challenge letter; you better clean your neck and wait for me to come knocking!"

Fujiwara Kenshiro wildly rubbed his nose.

Although he hadn’t succeeded in avenging his brother today, he had destroyed the Golden Dragon of the Martial Alliance.

This was also a kind of humiliation.

"No need!"

Luo Shaoyong was about to speak.

But he was stopped by Luo Jiuying.

The one who had taken off his outer garment, had already stood up.

"What, is the Martial Alliance scared? What a despicable and inferior nation, without even a bit of will to accept a challenge."

Fujiwara Kenshiro looked at Luo Jiuying with confusion.

This guy couldn’t have surrendered so quickly, could he?

"I fear heaven and earth, but I will not fear an ignorant bandit like you. When I say no need, it’s because today’s issue isn’t over yet."

Luo Jiuying revealed a cold smirk.

Yet his gaze skipped over his head, looking towards the sky.

"You think by using despicable methods to burn down the Golden Dragon, you can still make a clean getaway? You don’t understand my boss’s temperament at all,"

"What do you mean?"

Fujiwara Kenshiro completely failed to understand the meaning behind the other’s words.

Just as he was trying to find any trace of intent on Luo Jiuying’s face,

suddenly there was a burst of red light from behind him.

"Because my boss’s temperament dictates that revenge not be delayed overnight, you have no chance to challenge me!"

The voice of Luo Jiuying echoed in Fujiwara Kenshiro’s ears,

but at that moment, he was already paralyzed with shock by the scene behind him.

Because that red light was none other than the roaring fire dragon.

Under the pull of the massive Golden Dragon’s dragon head, the hundred-meter-long fire dragon truly seemed to have taken flight.

With ferocious momentum, Lin Fan lifted the dragon head of the Golden Dragon, charging from behind the evil serpent.

The speed was incredibly fast, like lightning.

It wasn’t until he stepped on the evil serpent that the little demons reacted.

But the distance of a hundred meters took merely a few seconds.

They had no time to dodge and were directly flattened by Lin Fan’s foot.

The next moment, Lin Fan’s hand, carrying the dragon head, slammed directly onto the head of Fujiwara Kenshiro.

Fujiwara Kenshiro instinctively tried using the evil serpent to block.

But he couldn’t withstand the terrifying thunderous force at all.

"Bam!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound,

the evil serpent’s head, forged from fine steel, was actually smashed to pieces.

Fujiwara Kenshiro inside was directly traumatized by this hit.

But everything did not end there; instead, it was just the beginning.

As Lin Fan stopped his steps,

that hovering fire dragon actually fell straight down.

Covering the body of the evil serpent.

Instantly, fierce flames blazed.

Causing the entire evil serpent to also ignite.

And those little demons hiding under the evil serpent, their bones already broken untold numbers by Lin Fan’s trampling,

could no longer think of escaping, for it was too late.

"True dragon fights the evil serpent, the evil serpent meets its demise!"

Someone was the first to shout out.

The crowd on both sides also started to stir up.

Under that firelight, it really seemed like the Golden Dragon was executing the evil serpent on the spot.

Amidst the mingled wails and screams,

nobody paid any attention.

As for Lin Fan, he didn’t bother to execute Fujiwara Kenshiro, who was knocked out cold on the spot,

but rather, holding that glistening golden dragon head, he approached Luo Jiuying.

"I can’t bring the body back, but the dragon spirit has returned. I’m quite satisfied with tonight’s show,"

He handed the dragon head back to Luo Jiuying.

Lin Fan turned back, looking at a familiar figure amidst the crowd of onlookers.

It was Hino Hiroshi.

Their eyes met, both revealing a profoundly meaningful smile,

which was a declaration of war between arch-rivals.