Chapter 151 Good Boy

When Lu Mingfei said these words, the other school directors had already noticed the quietly changing atmosphere in the air.

But they didn't expect that this atmosphere would turn into a storm sweeping the entire place in the blink of an eye!

Lu Mingfei's figure disappeared instantly, leaving only the scarlet silk velvet still floating in the air.

Amidst the piercing screams, the long table in front of the school directors had been shattered by the fierce sword wind. Before the flame of the broken long candle was extinguished, a more dazzling light lit up.

Those are the pairs of golden eyes ignited by the school directors - to become the head of a mixed-race family, their bloodline is naturally the highest-rated existence.

Supervisor 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 among everyone present who responded - because Lu Mingfei's murderous intention was only directed 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 fatal.

The long alchemy sword that might have harvested the lives of the next generation of the dragon race passed through him like silver lightning, straight into his heart, aiming to kill him with one clean blow.

Death's scythe has never been so close as it is now.

Before the long table shattered, his fingers struck one last blow, and then his eyes lit up with a shining golden light.

The other school directors at the meeting all opened their eyes wide. No one had ever seen Frost like this, like a beast that was cornered.

Except for Angers, who is highly active on the dragon-slaying battlefield, other big figures in the secret party rarely show their bloodline abilities, especially Frost. He feels like the kind of aloof old plutocrat who can do anything by just waving money. Smashing most of the people in the world to death, the will to fight as a dragon slayer may have been worn away by alcohol and a luxurious life.

But at this moment, he was roaring loudly and pulled out the sharp stabbing sword hidden in the cane. The sword was as powerful as the mighty sea and launched a desperate 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 either - Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, the air everywhere suddenly became as thick as glue, his actions were restricted at all, and the sword that exploded in Frost Under the influence, the point of impact of the sword tip finally deviated from Frost's heart.

But that's not important. Jingyue's sword edge has already pierced Frost's chest, and all he needs to do next is to cut the heart and body in half with the blade across it——

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

"Dong dong dong"

Heavy footsteps like war drums came from behind him, and ferocious monsters rushed into the conference room, trampling on the fragments of the long table at an alarming speed and heading straight towards Lu Mingfei!

The bodies of these monsters are covered with blue-gray scales and pale bones. Only the dark suit strips remaining on the bulging muscles can prove that they were once humans.

Lu Mingfei was not surprised by their arrival. The malicious eyes he felt while listening outside the door came from these Gattuso family's entourage.

Since Frost dared to invite him here, he must have been prepared to violently suppress him.

These people may be hybrid elites trained to fight against aliens. At this moment, they all stand on the opposite side of Lu Mingfei. The screams of the cavalry swords they hold piercing the air are terrifying.

Blood surged from Frost's mouth and nose, and the golden light in his pupils shone to the extreme.

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

Frost took this opportunity to lean back and break away from the sword blade that penetrated his chest, falling to the ground and turning several awkward somersaults.

"No need to hold back..."

He roared loudly and gave orders to the followers who had gathered towards Lu Mingfei, but the next moment, he swallowed back the words he had not yet had time to say.

A pair of hazy holy golden wings of light stretched out from behind Lu Mingfei. As the wings of light unfolded, the power of Yan Ling instantly collapsed!

Lu Mingfei's dazzling golden eyes swept over indifferently, making Frost feel suffocated.

Then he turned around, with the silver sword still dripping with blood in his hand, turning around to harvest the lives of those monster-like Gattuso family followers.

This took about six seconds. None of the followers' blades or fists could touch Lu Mingfei. They could only see sharp edges like lightning piercing through the scales and bone armor of their bodies, and the blood in their hearts flowed from them. It spurted out from the wound like a scarlet fountain.

After this short killing time, Lu Mingfei regained consciousness and rushed towards Frost, who was still slumped on the ground, to continue the unfinished purification process.

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

Ange's somewhat helpless words rang out, and the realm of Yan Ling and Time Zero enveloped the entire conference room. The flow of time was slowed down to the lowest level, and the blood remaining on the edge of the Jingyue sword dragged out a scarlet tail and slowly stayed in the air. middle.

Lu Mingfei's shining golden pupils looked at Angre. He was maintaining a sword-drawing posture, and his body was as strong as an eagle flapping its wings. Such a scene in ancient Greece would at least allow artists to create more images. A sculpture that will last forever.

He is not within the amnesty scope of Time Zero - obviously Angers is really afraid that Lu Mingfei will kill Frost.

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

Lu Mingfei said slowly, the pair of light wings behind his back gently swaying under the constraints of Time Zero.

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

"I know you are not afraid of them - to be honest, I didn't expect you to actually kill a second-generation species... maybe the level is even higher." Angers grinned while biting his cigar, "But killing Fross It is indeed of no benefit to you. Your angel group still needs time and resources to improve and grow. If you keep him alive, at least I can convince other school directors to invest in you."

"As you said, a warrior also needs logistics to provide him with food and weapons. And we still have many aliens that need to be purified, right? There is no need to waste time and energy on these things."

Angers spread his hands.

"Heresy is also within the scope of purification. And he just threatened me with Brother Chu Zihang and his relatives."

Lu Mingfei frowned. His body staggered and gradually regained its ability to move in the realm of time zero. "If you drag innocent humans into the water, then he is a heretic."

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

Angers rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"Blood."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and straightened his waist. The light wings on his back and the stimulated alien bloodline in his body provided him with strength. Now he was in a state of freedom that was equivalent to being pardoned in the realm of time zero.

"……All right."

Ange helplessly exhaled a puff of strong cigar smoke, "You have become a lot stronger during this trip to Japan. Is this all your strength now?"

"no."

Lu Mingfei shook his head again and walked towards Frost in this quiet realm of time.

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

Summoning psychic wings, that is, the "weak saint form" that is not within the Nibelung roots, can get rid of the influence of the power of the dragon's spirit to a certain extent, and at the same time greatly enhance the physical quality again.

There is no organ technology corresponding to gene seeds and nineteen transformation surgeries in his hometown. He also needs to find and determine a universal method to strengthen himself and other battle brothers as soon as possible.

"very good."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ange's mouth again, and he didn't say anything more. As the light in his eyes dimmed, the gray area that dyed the conference room was gradually fading away.

Time resumes its flow.

Lu Mingfei waved Jingyue, never giving Frost a chance to resist - for example, he unscrewed the silver round head on the top of the cane and wanted to throw it out, but then he was shocked to find that his arms were leaving with blood splattered on them. body.

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

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

Frost gritted his teeth, his face as gloomy as the abyss. Compared with the pain from the broken arm, what made him feel more humiliating was the ruthless and almost overwhelming blow from Lu Mingfei.

He now no longer doubts whether the opponent really has the power to kill the next generation. He begins to worry whether this uncontrolled power will become the butcher knife that tears Gattuso's family apart in the future.

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

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

Angers 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 long to recover."

Frost said nothing, his head drooped, and no one present could see his expression clearly.

"Ange, you actually brought such a dangerous lunatic into the academy..."

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

"You can't blame me, and you can't blame him. It's Frost himself who talks too much."

Angers shrugged, "You are too controlling, Frost. When you see a kitten, you want to put a collar on it. When you look at a lion, you want to put a chain on it. When you see a dinosaur, you want to put a rein on it."

"This child is more dangerous than you, Ange. Are you confident that you can control this double-edged sword?"

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

"Ha, it sounds like you won't be discussing whether to replace me as principal anytime soon."

Ange said with a smile, "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."