Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 355 - 176: No More Pretense, Show Your Cards!_2

Chapter 355: Chapter 176: No More Pretense, Show Your Cards!_2

Facing a 7th Rank powerful expert, they even had a chance to win. However, the sight of the 8th Rank luminous griffin gave him a sense of helplessness. No matter how he raged, he could not sway the foe. This was the enormous gap between ranks?

But he would not give up!

A brilliant red light lit up in his eyes instantly. With both hands clutching the Sacred Sword, Long Dangdang’s aura began to surge wildly! Sacrifice!

The eyes of the griffin mother sparkled with golden light. The Holy Light Bullet rapidly formed at a short distance. Even before the griffin mother herself arrived, a much stronger Holy Light Bullet had already struck.

Long Dangdang roared, the Sacred Sword came crashing down, and the full power of Icy Moon Angel was unleashed. The Sacred Light vanished in a flash, and the brilliance of the Sacred Sword barely broke through the Holy Light Bullet, but the immense spiritual power within still knocked him into the air once more.

In that moment, on the ground, a figure suddenly sprang up from behind and shielded Long Dangdang’s body. With both hands around him, he used his own body to buffer some of the impact. But he too spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto Long Dangdang’s neck.

Surging spiritual power came from behind him, channeled into Long Dangdang’s body. Black bands of light then spread out from behind Long Dangdang, devouring the spiritual power in the air, and extended along the glow of the Holy Diversion Spirit Furnace to the griffin mother.

"Roar!" The griffin mother let out a roar of surprise. Her charge was momentarily halted.

"Kongkong!" Feeling his brother coughing up blood, the red light in Long Dangdang’s eyes flared up. He could feel the spiritual power coming from Long Kongkong. Because of their close contact, Long Dangdang’s Elemental Vortex Spirit Furnace was, to some extent, also amplified by the Divine Prayers Small Tree Spirit Furnace, allowing the devouring domain to affect the griffin mother, drawing spiritual power from her Spirit Palisade to replenish Long Dangdang.

However, Long Kongkong was ultimately too frail! Even if his outer spiritual power was already over nine hundred, he was still but a 4th Rank, without even liquid spiritual power. Even a slight remnant shock could injure him. This was simply not a fight he was qualified to take part in.

"Get down!" Long Dangdang cried out urgently.

"If you die, I won’t be able to live either! What should I go down for? You better hurry up and kill it," retorted Long Kongkong.

Long Dangdang gave a somewhat helpless sigh, "Fool, I have a way!"

Just as the griffin mother was about to charge again, a strange golden halo suddenly appeared in front of Long Dangdang. The instant the golden halo shone, both the griffin mother and the luminous griffin father at the side were momentarily paralysed. Their formidable momentum also dissipated quite a bit. The griffin mother even ceased her attack.

In their pupils, clear shock, and fear, yes, fear, flickered.

A golden figure discreetly emerged from the light door and landed on Long Dangdang’s raised right arm. It was a rather slender golden dragon, about 1.5 meters in length. Its belly had five claws, and its scales glowed with a golden brilliance. Even when facing a Level 9 magical beast, it still held its head high without showing any fear.

"Roar..." The somewhat immature Dragon Chant echoed, and everything around fell silent.

All eyes were focused on that seemingly delicate body. The pupils of the griffin mother’s large eyes converged to a point, and disbelief filled her gaze.

Another huge figure took to the air, coming to the side of the griffin mother. This was the griffin father, and his eyes were even more crossed than the griffin mother’s, intently, carefully studying the small body coiling about Long Dangdang’s arm.

"Roar—"

A deep voice, or thought, filled with surprise, echoed in Long Dangdang’s heart, "You, how could you possibly have a five-clawed golden dragon? No, this isn’t a five-clawed golden dragon! A normal five-clawed golden dragon would be at least 7th Rank from the moment it hatches, and that’s only because it needs to purify itself as it grows. This little one that appears to be a five-clawed golden dragon feels only like a 3rd Rank, maybe 4th Rank at most. But this aura..."

Long Dangdang always knew that high-level magical beasts were highly intelligent, so he was not surprised at all that it could communicate with him mentally. The previous lack of communication was clearly deliberate.

"Senior, can you hear my thoughts?" Long Dangdang pondered in his mind.

"I can." The griffin father’s consciousness appeared again.

"Senior, this is indeed a five-clawed golden dragon, a descendant of the current Dragon Emperor. I hatched it from a blood pact. That’s why it’s still relatively weak. It’s gradually growing under my nourishment."

"What? You stole the Dragon Emperor’s child and even formed a blood pact with it? That’s impossible. How are you still alive?" The griffin father exclaimed in shock.

"Why couldn’t the Dragon Emperor deliberately let me make a pact with his child?" Long Dangdang retorted somewhat helplessly.

"Bullshit. You humans only live for a few years. If you die with a blood pact, it will die as well. Unless the Dragon Emperor is crazy, how is that possible?" The griffin father paused suddenly, for he had seen Little Eight, the golden dragon, turning back and swimming next to Long Dangdang’s cheek, curiously rubbing its head against Long Dangdang’s helmeted head, clearly curious about Long Dangdang’s Icy Moon Angel status.

The luminous griffin father was silent, while another voice echoed, "Dear. It seems that the lad may be telling the truth! It’s incredibly difficult for a five-clawed golden dragon lineage to be continued. Every few thousand or tens of thousands of years, there’s a chance for offspring. Given the strenuous effort needed to continue their lineage, neither the Dragon Emperor nor the queen would leave the dragon egg unattended. He is so weak, or rather, even the most powerful humans couldn’t possibly steal a dragon egg; they simply don’t have the strength to do so."

The speaker was naturally the luminous griffin mother.

The luminous griffin father also seemed to realize something, swallowing hard, his gaze on Long Dangdang noticeably shifting.

"So you’re saying, he is the person chosen by the Dragon Emperor and he has allowed the young dragon to complete a blood pact with him. I can’t imagine why they would allow this!"

Long Dangdang simply stopped speaking, because he also didn’t know why the Dragon Emperor was so accepting of him, but the evidence was right in front of him.

The luminous griffin father and mother exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit apprehensive. They both realized that the young man in front of them was not ordinary. Moreover, his armor was composed of several powerful spirit furnaces which was already very formidable.

"Dear, what should we do?" The luminous griffin mother asked.

The luminous griffin father raised his front paw, stretched out his second to point at the ground, "That, that lad, should we go down and talk?"

"Alright." Long Dangdang nodded, holding Little Eight and they descended from the sky. Meanwhile he also released his Icy Moon Angel status.

Maintaining his transformation was too taxing for him. His size began to shrink and his presence began to weaken.

The "oh my" sitting on his back, Long KongKong almost slid off, but was caught by Long Dangdang.

A healing spell had already been cast on Long KongKong, helping him heal his injuries.

At this moment, all eyes from the Demon Hunter Team 19115897 were once again focused on Little Eight in Long Dangdang’s hands.

Ming Xi leaned over to Tao Linlin and whispered, "That, that can’t be, can’t be a dragon, right? But, why doesn’t it have wings?"

Tao Linlin, who had just crawled out from the Demon Suppression Tree, looked at Little Eight, his body slightly trembling. This trembling was not from him, but the trembling of the Demon Suppression Tree under the influence of Little Eight’s presence.

"That, it seems, it might not be an ordinary dragon."