Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

Chapter 158 Angry Frost Dragon

When this giant frost dragon appeared, Chen Xian was secretly surprised.

[This giant dragon that calls itself Ace Frost is countless times more powerful than my brother-in-law's elven dragon, Askerim. I'm afraid I can't defeat it.]

With Chen Xian’s current strength, defeating an elf dragon is no problem at all.

But Chen Xian forgot that the elven dragon is the most special existence of the dragon clan. It has the strongest body of the dragon clan, but it has also lost the most powerful dragon language magic of the dragon clan.

Boom~

As if to remind Chen Xian, powerful frost magic bombarded the barrier.

It was worthy of being the Shocking Formation known as the empire’s last barrier. A flash of white light was seen across the formation.

A hundred meters above the manor, in the void, a huge iceberg like a dome was blocked outside.

The bottom of the iceberg suspended in the sky fits the arc-shaped barrier of the barrier, forming an ice cover that blocks all moonlight.

The suspended iceberg brought unparalleled pressure to the people in the manor, and some people with weaker cultivation had already collapsed.

Chen Xian looked around. At present, the only ones who could still look directly at the dragon and maintain their shape were the elves such as Lan'er, Master Wen Dou, and several powerful guards.

However, among the orc servants, there was a small figure who remained standing stubbornly, and beside him was a minotaur with a broken horn who was supporting him.

Chen Xian was slightly surprised, but now was not the time to ask questions.

The most important thing now is to rescue everyone from their fear, otherwise it will leave a psychological shadow and it will be difficult to advance in the future.

This is mental suppression, and it is difficult to rescue everyone in the manor by ordinary means.

roar~

roar~

Two loud roars sounded from the manor, and two afterimages quickly approached Chen Xian and stopped in front of him.

One is a three-headed hellhound with three dog heads - Mantou.

One is a huge white tiger with white hair and a pair of small wings on its back. That is Baozi after his transformation.

Two magical beasts stood in front of Chen Xian, baring their teeth fearlessly at the giant dragon whose head, half as big as a hill, was exposed in the dark clouds.

When the Frost Dragon saw what Baozi and Mantou did, light blue flames rose in its eyes.

It opened its huge mouth and let out another roar that shook the earth and sky, and a dazzling blue light came out of its mouth.

A blue flame shot out from the dragon's mouth and hit the barrier.

The entire wall of the Jingshen Formation continued to emit dazzling white light, illuminating the entire night sky.

Hearing the roars from the dragon, steamed buns and mantou, Chen Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a flute and put it to his mouth.

A melodious flute sound, accompanied by slight fluctuations of spiritual energy, rang out in the manor at the same volume.

When the people who had collapsed before heard the sound of the flute, they stood up from the ground one after another, closing their eyes and listening to this sound that seemed to come from the depths of their souls.

The orc servants all bowed in submission, humming rhythmically.

When Lan'er and other elves heard the sound of the flute, they couldn't help but close their eyes, and the pure light of water and wood elements condensed around their bodies.

Tang Xianer, who was still trying to break through the protection of the barrier, gradually relaxed her frown.

Upon hearing the sound of the flute, the two-winged white tiger and the three-headed hellhound relaxed their bodies and slowly floated to the ground.

The sound of the giant dragon spewing blue flames seemed to be blocked outside the barrier, and the entire manor was silent with only the sound of the flute.

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The city of Nice.

The fat officer who cleared the way for Chen Xian when he first entered the city.

Now it is a garrison, with a young commander named Bucket Barry.

Barry looked up at the dark clouds that suddenly rose in the sky and couldn't help but shiver.

"This damn weather, I was sweating just now, and I just took a nap and now I'm shivering with cold."

"If Princess Ya hadn't received the divine favor and gone to the divine realm, I wouldn't have been ostracized by my superiors and left to work the night shift. Oh! This damn heaven~"

Barry complained as he stood up, carefully taking back the rest of his words and looking around.

Suddenly, a huge roar came from the west, and then the light of the barrier on the top of the mountain and the cold dragon head under the dragon flame were seen.

"Oh my god, that's the dragon clan."

He quickly rang the alarm bell on the top of the city wall, "The dragon tribe is coming, the dragon tribe is coming."

Barry ran in panic towards the dragon's nest guarding the top of the city.

When he arrived at the cave entrance, dozens of well-trained flying dragons were all crawling on the ground, trembling.

Then a few dragon roars echoed through heaven and earth, and the entire city of Nice woke up from its slumber.

First, from the Palace of the God of Love on the Never-Sleeping Street in the capital, several officers in armor and lipstick marks on their faces suddenly rushed out in a panic. The houses in the residential area lit up colorful magic lights, and people walked out of their doors in various pajamas and looked to the west - the direction of Biquan Mountain. Under the dazzling light of the dragon flame and the God-Shocking Formation, the huge dragon head as big as a hill was clearly visible. Although most of its body was still hidden in the dark clouds, the dragon roars and unparalleled dragon power that resounded through the sky still made everyone in the city of Nice feel unprecedented shock.

"Oh God of Light! This is actually a real dragon!" someone exclaimed.

"Look, that's dragon flame! An extremely angry dragon actually appeared near Kyoto... Is this a sign of the destruction of the country and the extinction of the race?" another person said in panic.

……

Inside the Nice Magic and Martial Arts Academy.

Seven figures flew over the college gate one after another.

The last one to arrive was the old man in blue. The red-haired old woman saw him as the last one and spoke out of inertia.

"Old man Lan, two years ago when you stopped me from saving Yan'er, you were so fast. Now you can't fight the dragon clan?"

Old Man Lan ignored him. He stared in the direction of the giant dragon in the distance and muttered.

"Isn't that kid's manor on that hill? How did he offend the dragon?"

The leader, who was dressed in a black robe and had a dark aura lingering in his cloak so his face couldn't be seen, turned to face Old Man Lan.

Old Man Lan quickly saluted and said, "Elder Xing, this is the student of the old dean two years ago, Chen Xian."

In order to evoke Elder Xing's memory, Old Man Lan added another sentence.

"It's the guy who cheated you out of your villa."

A large man with muscles as strong as rocks, holding a heavy sword, flashed up to the side of Old Man Lan and said anxiously.

"Is this where Boyi and his brothers are? Aren't they in danger now?"

The black smoke in the cloak surged rapidly, then quickly returned to calm, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"McGreg, have you forgotten that Boyi and his team had already quietly set off for the Goshawk Empire a few months ago to prepare for the competition? And that treacherous kid..."

Before Elder Xing finished speaking, he stopped talking, bowed, and saluted towards the direction behind everyone.

"Welcome, old dean."

When everyone turned around and saw the old dean, they all saluted.

The old dean waved his hand, looked towards the mountain top in the distance, and smiled.

"This kid really knows how to cause trouble."

After saying this, the figure disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already outside the city gate. Then it disappeared again, constantly flashing forward.

The seven people who stayed behind stared blankly at the old dean's constantly changing figure.

The legendary swordsman Mike swallowed and said.

"The old dean's strength is getting more and more terrifying. He teleported directly to the outside of the city gate. This must be more than ten miles away."

"Let's go, let's follow."

Elder Xing shouted in a hoarse voice, and then led everyone to Biquan Mountain.