When Lu Mingfei said this, the rest of the school directors had already noticed the quietly changing atmosphere in the air.

But they didn't expect the atmosphere to turn into a storm in the blink of an eye!

Lu Mingfei's figure disappeared in place in an instant, leaving only the scarlet silk flannel still fluttering in midair.

In the piercing scream, the long table in front of the school directors had become fragmented in the fierce sword wind, and the flame of the broken long candle had not been extinguished, but there was a more dazzling light.

It was a pair of golden children lit by the school directors - to become the head of a half-breed family, their bloodline was naturally the highest rating.

Board Frost is no exception.

But before their eyes caught Lu Mingfei's figure, the first thing that sounded in their ears was Frost's shocked roar!

Frost was the only one in the room to respond—because Lu Mingfei's killing intent was only aimed at him.

He even expected in his heart that the boy would be angry because of this, but he didn't expect it to be so completely deadly.

The alchemy sword, which had the potential to harvest the lives of the dragons' second-generation species, slashed like silver lightning, reaching his heart for a crisp one-hit.

Death's scythe has never been so near.

Before the table shattered, his fingers struck the final blow, and his eyes lit up with a golden glow.

The eyes of the other school trustees at the meeting widened, no one had ever seen such a Frost, like a beast that had been cornered.

Aside from Ange's high level of activity on the battlefield of dragon slaying, the other big names of the Secret Order rarely show their bloodline abilities, especially Frost, who feels like one of those old chaebols who can smash most of the world's people with a swing of money, and the will to fight that once served as a dragon slayer may have been worn out by alcohol and luxury.

But at this moment, he was roaring loudly, and drew the sharp sword hidden in the cane, the sword was as fierce as the sea, and launched a decisive counterattack against the seventeen-year-old god of death.

It can't be said to be useful, but it can't be said to be useless - Lu Mingfei's brows furrowed slightly, the ubiquitous air suddenly became as viscous as glue, and his movements were restricted in a slight, and under Frost's explosive sword momentum, the tip of the sword finally deviated from the position of Frost's heart.

But it doesn't matter. Jingyue's blade has already pierced Frost's chest, and all you need to do is cut the blade horizontally and cut the heart in half along with the body—

It's just that the scene may be a little bloodier.

"Winter, Winter, Winter"

Heavy footsteps like war drums were heard behind him, and one by one hideous monsters rushed into the conference room, trampling on the fragments of the long table at an astonishing speed, heading straight for Lu Mingfei!

The monsters were covered in blue-gray scales and pale bone, and only the dark strips of suit cloth left on their bulging muscles proved that they were once human.

Lu Mingfei was not surprised by their arrival, and the malicious gaze he felt when he was outside the door came from these Gattuso family members.

Since Frost dared to invite him here, he must have been ready to *** him. ….

These people may have been training to fight the half-breed elites of the aliens, and at this moment they were all standing on the opposite side of Lu Mingfei, and the scream of the cavalry knife in their hands cutting through the air was terrifying.

Frost's mouth and nose were bleeding, and the golden glow in his child's eyes shone to the extreme.

He wrapped Lu Mingfei in his spiritual realm, and the air seemed to turn into a devouring wetland swamp, slowing Lu Mingfei's movements and speed to a minimum.

Frost took the opportunity to lean back from the blade that pierced his chest, and fell to the ground and flipped several embarrassed heels.

"Don't keep your hands ......"

He roared loudly and gave orders to the entourage who had already gathered towards Lu Mingfei, but the next moment, the words that had not had time to speak in his throat were swallowed back alive.

A pair of hazy holy golden wings of light stretched out from behind Lu Mingfei, spreading with the wings of light

Now, the power of the spirit of words collapsed in an instant!

Lu Mingfei's eyes that shone with a bright golden glow swept over indifferently, making Frost feel a powerless suffocation.

Then he turned, and the silver sword still dripping with blood in his hand turned to reap the lives of the monster-like Gattuso retinue.

It took about six seconds, and none of the henchman's blades or fists could touch Lu Mingfei, only to see the lightning bolts piercing through the scales and bone armor on their bodies, and the blood of their hearts spurting out of the wounds, like a scarlet fountain.

After this short killing time, Lu Mingfei came back to his senses again and swept over to Frost, who was still slumped on the ground, to continue the unfinished purification process.

"Don't really bother with them, Mingfei."

Anger's words sounded with a little helplessness. The realm of Time Zero enveloped the entire conference room, the flow of time slowed down to a minimum, and the remaining blood of the Pure Moon Sword Blade dragged out a scarlet tail and slowly stayed in the air.

Lu Mingfei's shining golden Tong Kong looked at him Ange, he was maintaining a posture of a sword, his body was as strong as an eagle with wings flapping, such a scene in ancient Greece could at least allow artists to create a few more sculptures that have been passed down for centuries.

He wasn't within the scope of Time Zero's pardon - it was clear that Ange was really afraid that Lumingfei would kill Frost.

"Out of respect for you, give me a reason not to purify him, Headmaster Angers."

Lu Mingfei said slowly, the pair of light wings behind him swaying gently in the constraints of time zero.

"It's useless for you to kill him, Frost is just a steward from the Gattuso family. If he's dead, someone else will take his place and take full revenge on you."

"I know you're not afraid of them—to be honest, I didn't expect you to actually kill a sub-species...... Maybe even higher." Ange grinned as he bit his cigar, "But killing Frost really won't do you any good, that angel warband of yours still needs time and resources to improve and grow, keep him alive, at least I can convince other school directors to invest in you."

"As you said, the warrior also needs to provide him with food and weapons. And we still have a lot of aliens to purge, don't we? There's no need to waste time and energy on these things." ….

Ange spread his hands.

"Heresy is also within purification. And he was threatening me with Brother Chu Zihang and his relatives just now."

Lu Mingfei frowned, his body staggered and gradually regained his ability to move in the realm of time zero, "Dragging an innocent human into the water, then he is a heretic."

"Uh...... So I'll ask Frost to apologize to you? Write a letter of guarantee?"

Ange kneaded his forehead with a little headache.

"Blood."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and straightened his waist, the light wings behind his back and the alien bloodline stimulated in his body provided him with strength, and now he was in the realm of time zero equivalent to a forgiven state of freedom.

「…… Okay."

Ange reluctantly exhaled a strong puff of cigar smoke, "You've gotten a lot stronger this trip to Japan. Is that all your power now?"

"It's not."

Lu Mingfei shook his head again, and walked towards Frost with his feet in this slow time realm.

He deliberately did not use the prophecy psionic ability, and fought purely with the power of this body itself. Although the explosive ability under normal conditions is quite good, it will be affected by the dragon's spiritual power.

Summoning psionic wings, that is, the "Weak Sage Form" within the non-Nibelungen, can get rid of the influence of the dragon's spirit to a certain extent, and at the same time, greatly enhance physical fitness.

There is no organ technology corresponding to gene seeds and nineteen modification surgeries in his hometown, and he still needs to find and determine a common way to strengthen himself and other combat brothers as soon as possible.

"Good."

The corners of Ange's mouth showed a smile again, and he didn't say anything more, as the light in his eyes darkened, the field that had stained the conference room a gray was gradually fading

Withdraw.

Time flows again.

Lu Mingfei waved the Pure Moon, never giving Frost a chance to resist - for example, he unscrewed the silver round head at the top of his cane and tried to throw it out, but then he was shocked to find that his arms were spilling blood and leaving his body.

"There won't be a next time, heresy."

Lu Mingfei said coldly, gently shaking off a few drops of blood on the Jingyue Sword.

Frost gritted his teeth, his face gloomy as deep as the abyss. More humiliating than the pain coming from the broken arm was the ruthless, almost overwhelming blow from Lu Mingfei.

He no longer doubted whether the other party really had the power to kill the next generation, and he began to worry about whether this uncontrolled power would turn into a butcher's knife that would tear apart the Gattuso family in the future.

Lu Mingfei stepped on the broken pieces of wood in the pool of blood and picked up the piece of red velvet silk that wrapped Jingyue, and under the gaze of the other school directors with complicated and uncertain faces, he left the room without looking back and walked into the wind and snow outside the corridor.

"Norma, call the emergency rescue team, and bring an ice bucket by the way."

Ange looked at Frost, who was slumped on the ground and lost his arms, and shook his head helplessly, "His swordsmanship is very good, with your bloodline and your family's medical level, it won't take too long to recover."

Frost didn't say a word, his head drooping, and no one present could read his expression.

"Ange, you're bringing such a dangerous madman into the academy......

The old school director in a black suit spoke in a deep voice, staring coldly at Ange, who was still smoking a cigar, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I can't blame me, and I can't blame him, it's Frost himself."

Ange shrugged, "You're too controlling, Frost. When you see a kitten, you want to put on a collar, you want to put a chain on a lion, and don't see a dinosaur and you want to put a rein on your own."

"This kid is even more dangerous than you, Ange. Do you have the confidence to wield this double-edged sword?"

The monk school director read the red sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, and his expression was equally ugly.

"Hah, that sounds like you're not going to be discussing whether or not to change my headmaster position anytime soon."

Ange laughed and said, "Of course I can't control him, and I don't want to control him. But I can assure you that Lu Mingfei is really a good boy."

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