Chapter 1134: The Eighth Dragon King

ush forward immediately.He hurriedly circulated his true energy to suppress his impulse, his brain spinning rapidly as he realized the problem stemmed from this grilled fish. Otherwise, the two of the...Ye Bufan said, "If you want to settle accounts, you can. First, let the person go. I'll send her back, and then we'll come back to settle things."

"Do you think I'm a fool Are you asking me to go get help" The old woman in black sneered again, her voice filled with malice. "I've heard that the Divine Doctor Ye Bufan is a lovesick fool. Today, I'll give you a choice."

One of you two has to die. Either you or her. Which will it be

"Xiao Fan, don't be fooled." Wang Xue Ning screamed hysterically, "When I die, kill them for me and avenge me."

The old woman in black had a sinister smile on her face: “See People are willing to die for you. Now it’s your turn to show them what you can do.”

Ye Bufan didn't speak. He reached out and took the dragon tooth, slowly stabbing it towards his own neck.

"That's right, if you commit suicide, you can at least keep your body intact and save the headmaster from trouble..."

Just as the old woman in black was immensely pleased with herself, suddenly a flash of blade light appeared before her eyes. The Dragon's Tooth in Ye Bufan's hand did not thrust towards her, but instead transformed into a flurry of blades and slashed down at her.

The elderly woman in black was startled, she hadn't expected the other party to attack without warning. She hurriedly raised her cane and swung it upwards to meet the attack.

With a deafening crack, the steel-forged cane was split in two by the dragon's teeth. However, it also allowed her to narrowly escape harm.

"Boy, you dare to lay your hands on me!" The black-cloaked old woman was furious after nearly losing her life. She waved her hand at her subordinate behind her, "Kill that woman."

Ye Bufan's eyes blazed red as he roared, "Xue Ning, if you die, I will kill all of them to bury with you, and then go down and join you."

And at the same time, the man in black from the Yin Yang sect raised his sword and struck, blood splattering everywhere. Wang Xueneng died tragically in a pool of blood.

"Xue Ning, wait for me!"

Ye Bufan's eyes were bloodshot. Since obtaining the inheritance, he had never been so enraged.

"Kill!"

He raised his hand, and the Heaven Thunder Pearl rose into the air. Lightning flashed, and it struck the Yin Yang Sect disciples mercilessly. Instantly, screams echoed as countless people were turned to ashes.

At the same time, the dragon's fang blade surged with a killing aura, slashing towards the old woman in black once more.

She darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow. But as she regained her footing, another figure appeared beside her, landing a punch.

The elderly woman in black had no time to dodge. She was hit in the face by Ye Tian's punch, her whole head instantly turning into a bloody mist.

"Kill kill kill…"

Ye Bufan was like a demon who walked out of the Nine Nether Hells, controlling the Heavenly Thunder Pearl and mercilessly attacking all the Yin-Yang Sect disciples on the island.

Although these people were numerous and fought desperately, unfortunately, the gap in strength was too great. Facing the Heaven Thunder Orb that had reached the level of a superior spirit treasure, they were completely powerless to resist and were soon all reduced to ashes.

Though he had killed them all, Ye Bufan felt no joy in his heart. Instead, he was consumed by boundless sorrow.

He walked heavily to Wang Xue'ning's body, cupping her pretty face in his palm.

Once upon a time, she was smiling radiantly before him, beautiful and enchanting. Now, she has become a cold, lifeless corpse.

"Xue Ning, don't be afraid, I'll come down to be with you right now!"

Ye Bufan gently kissed Wang Xue'ning on her forehead, then drew out the Dragon Tooth and stabbed it into his own chest.

And just then, the scene before him suddenly changed. The cave vanished, and an ancient door appeared in its place.

Ye Bufan suddenly shivered, realizing that everything he had just experienced was a lie. He hadn't left the Dragon King's Palace, and Wang Xueni was still alive.

Just now, everything he went through was an illusion. However, the feeling this illusion brought was so real that for a moment, he couldn't see through it.

At this time, his feet were planted on the 100th level of the celestial ladder, and before him stood a gigantic palace. The gate was adorned with nine ferocious dragons carving and dancing around a luminous pearl in the center, giving off an ancient and desolate feeling.

Now he understood why the journey had been so smooth after the 50th floor, it was to lull people into a false sense of security. And then, when they reached the 100th floor, they were suddenly plunged into an illusionary realm.

It is indeed ingenious that it could induce phantoms in people's hearts, a technique that seems to have vanished suddenly.

( Haha, didn't expect it, did you Were you scared Did anyone curse Black Beer for killing off the female lead)

He shook his head, refusing to dwell on it any longer. He looked up at the large gate before him.

This door is very strange. It's not a traditional double-door, but a complete circle. There's no visible doorknob or any way to figure out how to open it.

He took a step forward and pushed, but it didn't budge, giving him the feel of Mount Tai.

Seeing that he was already at the doorstep, yet unable to enter, Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety in his heart.

Two hours are almost up, and he has to get the door open as soon as possible. Since he can't find a way to open it, he'll have to break it down.

Thinking about this, he once again drew his dragon fang sword and swung it towards the door.

Just then, something unexpected happened. The dragon fang in his hand suddenly lost control and shot towards the door, plunging straight into the central pearl of the Nine Dragons statue.

Then, with a crack, the door split open from the middle and Longya once again fell into his hand.

"This..."

Ye Bufan was stunned. He never expected that Longya would be the key to opening the Dragon King's Palace.

The previous feeling of summoning, also stemmed from the Dragon King's Palace calling to the Dragon Tooth.

It was truly magical, and he secretly rejoiced that he had the dragon tooth in his hand. Otherwise, even with a thousand skills, he would probably not be able to enter this door.

Since the door was already open, he hesitated for no moment and stepped inside.

Upon entering, one is greeted by a magnificent hall, adorned with intricate carvings and glittering gold. An aura of majesty emanates from it, surpassing even the grandeur of imperial palaces depicted in films and television shows.

In the center of the main hall stood a majestic throne. The backrest was still adorned with nine colossal dragons, and the armrests were also two fearsome dragons baring their fangs.

It's evident that the owner here has a special fondness for dragons, no wonder it's called Dragon King Hall.

At this time, entering through the front gate, I saw no treasure, received no inheritance, and found no way home.

Just as he was about to investigate further, a sudden flash of light appeared, and a figure landed on the throne in the hall.

Ye Bufan was startled. He didn't expect that there were people besides himself here. Looking closely, he saw a thin old man sitting on the throne.

Although he was wearing a golden dragon robe, the feeling he gave off was just two words—creepy.

The old man gave him a glance with his green-bean sized eyes: "My successor, you haven't disappointed me, you've finally come."

"Who are you"

Ye Bufan used his divine sense to scan the surroundings and only then did he discover that the old man before him was not a real person, but merely a wisp of remaining divine consciousness.

To be able to keep one's consciousness for so many years and still look indistinguishable from a real person, it shows how powerful the original self was.

"Who am I I am the Dragon King!"

A wretched old man's face lit up with a smug expression, followed by another sigh.

"I am the 8th generation Dragon King of Longwang Palace, but from now on, this position will be passed on to you. From now on, you will be the 9th generation Dragon King."t formation, looking just like Tetris blocks.They were having a great time over there, while the barbarians present were in an uproar.To effortlessly defeat so many First-Order Primordial Warriors, wh...