Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 43 Dragon

"And then it's you."

Lu Mingfei strolled over to the female secretary and examined her face, which blended Eastern and Western charms—deep-set eyes, delicate nose, and a perfect work of art, as if it had been carefully selected from a Time magazine.

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"pity."

She was undeniably beautiful, but he could sense something surging beneath her skin that was far more complex than what those three bodyguards possessed.

If the bodyguards are like balloons filled with water, then this person is like an ink sac whose palette has been overturned—various colors colliding, mixing, and interfering with each other within it.

A perfectly crafted work of art.

"They're cut from the same cloth as that guy over there," Lu Mingfei said, walking behind her and pulling her still-frozen arm back. "The only difference is the intensity."

With a twist of his arm, the sound of bones and tendons snapping exploded out, like wet wood breaking in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, he lashed out with his right leg like a whip, kicking that round, smooth thigh.

The bones shattered instantly.

Broken bone fragments pierced through the flesh, like several pale white daggers inserted, with blossoms of blood blooming on them.

Lu Mingfei stopped—that was enough; he was certain these people wouldn't pose any further threat in the short term.

Although the mission was to kill these members of the Solomon Temple, and Zhou Minhao said he could decide for himself, he wasn't stupid.

Who knows what other information the Zhou family might need? Or perhaps Nuwa is just waiting to set a trap for them?

He didn't hesitate to speculate about the hidden gaze with the worst possible malice.

Even now, within the realm of time zero, he can still clearly sense the gaze directed at him by Zhao Xuzhen.

That gaze was thick and burning, carrying a naked desire to prey.

It has nothing to do with pornography, nor with appreciation.

It was a kind of greed that wanted to dismantle him completely and then swallow him whole.

Lu Mingfei couldn't stand that kind of gaze. Being stared at like that by a man, he was an innocent young man who had never even properly held a girl's hand.

Of course, the scoundrel immortal lord who transformed from a man into a woman is not among the females.

Lu Mingfei is not a magnanimous person; he never advocates repaying evil with good.

Now that the other side has already bared its fangs...

Okay, then you'd better catch it.

Thinking this, Lu Mingfei exerted a little force with his fingertips, and with just a twist of his wrist, Zhao Xuzhen's entire right hand was torn off, hanging in mid-air like a disassembled part.

next second.

Time resumed its flow.

puff-

A stream of scarlet blood gushed from the cross-section of the severed arm, followed by a momentary, sharp pain.

The instant time resumed its flow, Zhao Xuzhen's pupils contracted sharply.

It wasn't horror or fear, but a kind of almost fanatical, twisted excitement.

He glanced at his empty shoulder, then at the group of fallen bodyguards, his gaze fixed on Lu Mingfei, and he actually grinned, his white teeth stained red by the surging blood.

"Time Zero...no, this is definitely not just Time Zero." His voice trembled with excruciating pain, his tone carrying a morbid thirst for knowledge, "With my bloodline, even if it were Time Zero, I would still be able to resist..."

Blood gushed out, yet he remained oblivious, taking another step towards Lu Mingfei. His golden eyes burned fiercely, as if trying to etch the boy into their depths: "What... what bloodline do you have? A second-generation species... or..."

Towards the end, the words had faded into a faint, indistinct murmur, as if someone were saying something.

Lu Mingfei couldn't hear clearly, nor did he want to hear.

It's just a matter of finishing off the enemy.

But the moment he raised his hand, the wind on the lake... suddenly changed.

It wasn't direction, nor temperature, but something deeper—like an invisible string being suddenly gripped tightly by a giant hand.

Lu Mingfei's expression suddenly tightened, and he abruptly turned his head to look at the dark water.

Something... is awakening from the depths of the lake.

A powerful and profound aura, accompanied by roars and giant waves, rose up with a thunderous roar.

Something huge was roaring in the wind, like a bull or a ferocious beast.

Lu Mingfei froze.

A cold sweat belatedly crept up his back—he stared at Zhao Xuzhen's lips, which were soaked in blood but still moving, and finally realized what was happening.

"Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, "So you were just loading up here?!"

This is where the hidden difficulty comes in.

He originally thought this person had lost his mind and started talking nonsense, but he never expected to get such a big surprise from him.

Now look what happened, they've made him summon a dragon.

Even if you snap Zhao Xuzhen's neck right now, it probably won't stop the boss from making his appearance.

Or rather, he had no choice from the very beginning—that thing was brought "by" Zhao Xuzhen, like a shadow clinging to light.

He didn't believe that such a large dragon could escape everyone's notice and appear here without any warning.

It had been lying dormant deep in the heart of the lake, waiting for this moment.

Whether or not Zhao Xuzhen is killed, this thing... we have to touch it anyway.

That being said, Lu Mingfei wouldn't be the kind of brainless villain in TV dramas, foolishly waiting for the opponent to finish casting and unleash their ultimate move.

Zhao Xuzhen's lips were still moving, and the syllables were about to be uttered from his blood-stained mouth when the boy's figure had already pressed against his back like a ghost.

It wasn't a gentle embrace, but a deadly trap, like iron hoops closing in.

"Go see your King of Hell soon."

Lu Mingfei released his grip and stepped back, revealing the gaping hole in the opponent's abdomen. In that instant, the opponent's bones, flesh, and even heart had been pulverized into minced meat by his punch.

Zhao Xuzhen is dead, but his trump card remains.

As if sensing the death of the former, the already restless lake surface instantly surged with waves. The thing stood up from the water, its curved neck and black scales roaring wildly at the painted boat.

A mist appeared on the lake and began to thicken over time…

Lu Mingfei remained calm. He took out his cell phone from the bottom of his pocket and dialed a number.

The phone was hung up as soon as it rang.

"I'm here." Zhou Minhao emerged from the shadows of the ship's deck, holding a camera and filming the dragon. His expression was serious. "Did you see it?"

Nuwa's voice came through Zhou Minhao's phone, filled with astonishment: "My goodness, it really is a dragon! Has the Solomon Temple gone mad? They actually dared to send a real dragon over? What's with all that vetting?"

Then, her tone turned serious, "Can you run now? Run now, I'm coming to meet him."

"This..." Zhou Minhao smiled bitterly and turned the camera around. "I'm afraid it won't work. That dragon released a powerful mantra that constructs space."

The ship was shrouded in thick fog, leaving only the dragon and the three people on board...

Wait... three people?