“Damn it, you deserve to die!”
Wen Family True King roared in fury, the Xuanbing Qiong behind him swung its massive tail, shattering Qian Er's flesh clone. Instantly, the flesh provided by the Bloodfire Saint, the bones provided by the Frostlord, and a grinning ghost soldier appeared before everyone, a surge of blood pressure rushing to the three True Kings' brains.
“Haha, I just wanted to see your expressions!”
At that moment, mad laughter erupted from room 108 next door. The door of 108 was kicked open, and Du Xiuming and the two other military True Kings were laughing so hard they could barely stand up straight.
After seeing Qian Er up close earlier, Du Xiuming felt that Qian Er's aura seemed a little off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. He couldn't be sure if there was a problem, but the aura was indeed abnormal.
In the end, tormented by curiosity, Du Xiuming had no choice but to call the Dean, and only then did he learn about the Flesh Clone.
He couldn't sit still after that, and he quickly dragged the other two to Qian Er's next-door room to watch the fun.
Sure enough, before the three True Kings from the aristocratic families even arrived, Qian Er suddenly lost control and began to crawl darkly, which made them laugh for a long time, not to mention the even bigger fun that followed.
“Alright, now that you’re here, it wouldn’t be right not to leave something behind.”
Forcefully pinching his thigh to suppress his laughter, Du Xiuming stood up, staring with a grin at the three aristocratic family True Kings, whose faces were ashen.
“You and I fought a battle hundreds of years ago, but because that old thing, the late Emperor, was dragging his feet, I couldn't do anything to you. Now, after waiting so long, I've finally waited for you to betray the empire. I've waited long enough.”
Du Xiuming spoke softly, and as he spoke, the goose-feather snow around them had stopped at some point. The originally vibrant snowflakes had become lifeless, and the surrounding cold was filled with a deathly aura.
In the space behind him, something enormous seemed to be wriggling.
“The Wang family has already left behind their initial pet. I think your Xuanbing Qiong is pretty good too, so leave it behind as well.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a massive bone claw tore through space, grabbing towards the Xuanbing Qiong.
This was his pet, a true True King-level quasi-god—the Frost Bone Dragon.
It was also the mother of Qian Er's Frostlord.
“Xuanbing Qiong, quick, Ice Armor!”
The moment he saw the bone claw, the Wen Family True King felt a jolt in his heart, his mind uncontrollably recalling the time when he and the other seven current family heads, with the support of the late Emperor, launched the Rebellion of the Eight Kings.
Back then, Du Xiuming was already a senior among the True Kings, and he also held the position of Grand General of the Empire. What was even worse was that the Grand General didn't know about the late Emperor's and their plans, and thought they were really rebels, so he was particularly ruthless. If the late Emperor hadn't helped to mediate in the court, they really would have had a hard time launching the Rebellion of the Eight Kings under the Grand General's nose.
So, the moment he saw the Frost Bone Dragon, the memories of the past surged into his mind again, causing the Wen Family True King to subconsciously start stacking armor and prepare to take the hit.
Sizzle… crack…
A piercing sound rang out from the Xuanbing Qiong's body as the Xuanbing-made ice armor collided with the Frost Bone Dragon's bone claw, creating a teeth-grinding noise.
But fortunately, the Frost Bone Dragon was not good at close combat, and although this attack hurt quite a bit, it was blocked.
There's a chance!
Seeing this scene, the three aristocratic family True Kings were all invigorated. Only they knew how much pressure there was when facing a True King-level quasi-god, and not just a newly advanced True King.
Although the Ape Ancestor was much stronger than this guy, and was also a human foundation-level at the peak of the True King realm, its position was the entire human race, and they were also humans. As long as they didn't commit any anti-human crimes, the Ape Ancestor wouldn't kill them. But Du Xiuming was different; this guy really had a faction.
“Heh, blocking my Frost Bone Dragon's stretch is like a lazy cat.”
Du Xiuming didn't hide his mockery at all, and his words made the three aristocratic family True Kings' hearts sink, and they subconsciously looked at Du Xiuming's position.
At this moment, the Frost Bone Dragon had completely emerged from the void, the ghostly blue soul fire burning fiercely in its hollow eye sockets, bringing a chilling cold.
Only its upper body was exposed, its bone wings like clouds covering the sky, and its ice-blue bones were densely covered with scars, all of which were the Frost Bone Dragon's medals from years of battle.
The moment he saw the Frost Bone Dragon, the Wen Family True King immediately started to have a headache.
The reason why quasi-gods are called quasi-gods, besides their racial value as high as 600 points, is their unreasonable special abilities, which can even be compared to the powers of true divine beasts.
For example, the Boundless Light Tree's manipulation of timelines, while the Frost Bone Dragon's special ability is not so mysterious. Its special ability is very simple and crude, which is magic immunity.
Because of the undead ice it possesses, the Frost Bone Dragon's body temperature is so low that it forms a layer of black armor on its surface. Any light that comes into contact with this layer of armor will become slow or even stagnant, and because it is undead ice, all elements will become inert when they come into contact with the black armor on its surface.
This is also the source of the Frost Bone Dragon's magic immunity.
If Qian Er were here, he would definitely exclaim, 'Bose-Einstein condensate!'
Coincidentally, the Xuanbing Qiong's forte is special attacks, which are completely countered by the Frost Bone Dragon. Because of this, the Xuanbing Qiong has always been a meat shield in previous battles with the Frost Bone Dragon, focusing on taking the hits.
“We have to fight hard this time.”
Sighing softly, the Wen Family True King's eyes became firm. He expanded his pet space to the maximum, ready to break the situation immediately and then leave.
This time, he really lost big. He didn't expect that he would be schemed against so miserably by Qian Er, a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet.
It can only be said that years of comfortable life have made them arrogant. When thinking about tactics, they didn't consider what Qian Er himself would do, because in their subconscious, how could an eighteen-year-old kid escape the pursuit of three True Kings, even if he also had three True Kings protecting him? As long as the aftermath of the battle was a little bigger, it could kill him. It can be said that no one expected this situation to occur.
The contemplative Wen Family Ancestor didn't notice that the gazes of the three people opposite him had slightly solidified, but they quickly returned to normal, with that annoying, confident smile on their faces.
