FRGNM -Chapter 94 I’ll Fight You to the End

“Trying to stall for time? Hah! Old man, we haven’t seen each other in hundreds of years anyway. Let’s pass the time—let’s see whether you kill me first or I chop you down first!”

The blood-red glow flared brilliantly. The figure that had been standing suddenly vanished, reappearing behind Luo Jiangyu at an impossible angle. The dragon-bone whip in his hand lashed forward like lightning.

“Smack!” The whip struck with precision, leaving deep marks on the wall. The sofa in front of the wall split cleanly in two.

Purple Dou Qi flared. Luo Jiangyu didn’t attack but instead retreated at full speed, narrowly avoiding the whip. Even the Dou Qi he had gathered in front of him was torn apart by the dragon-bone weapon.

What a formidable weapon! Luo Jiangyu’s face darkened further. The dragon-bone had survived centuries without decay and could easily destroy objects here—it was power beyond imagination.

To prevent fights in the academy, every room was fortified with a barrier; here was no exception. Breaking a table with one whip? Impossible.

“What’s wrong? Getting old already, just hiding?” The eerie figure reappeared, the whip lashing like a writhing serpent toward the figure ahead.

“Hmph!” Luo Jiangyu snorted and brandished a silver spear. Pointing it forward, he executed an incredibly precise technique, winding the dragon-bone whip around the spear and yanking it forcefully.

Yizhui, still only a six-year-old child, tilted forward from the sudden pull. The gleaming spearhead aimed straight at his heart.

Not good! Luo Jiangyu quickly withdrew the spear, disentangling the whip. If he hurt the boy, the consequences…

Opportunity! The blood-red eyes glinted with deadly cold. As the whip released, the small figure spun in mid-air, the sharp dragon-bone coiling around Luo Jiangyu and slicing viciously with his movement.

Blood sprayed everywhere, almost taking chunks of flesh with it.

“Thud!” The hunched figure fell backward, clothed in gray stained red with blood. Luo Jiangyu grunted and braced himself against the wall, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes stayed locked on the attacker. “Don’t be foolish! Put that thing down and get out of that child’s body!”

“Hahaha, old man, you’re really clueless!” Yizhui laughed uproariously, holding the blood-colored dragon-bone whip. Step by step, he advanced, a sinister smile on his lips. Coldly, he said, “Don’t you know? Evolving inside his body means I and he are one! Only if he dies can I leave this body. So, I have to kill you first, then kill this boy, then leave his body to enter that little girl’s body—that’s the body I’ve long desired!”

“Fusing…” Luo Jiangyu’s face grew even darker. If he had known this, he wouldn’t have taken out the Dragon Pearl and handed it over. He thought the dragon would return to the righteous path, but he had underestimated it.

Leaning against the cold wall, Luo Jiangyu looked at the small figure and sneered. If vengeance were to be exacted, it would end here. He only hoped Xiao Yu would arrive in time; otherwise, his child…

“Thud!” At that moment, a silver-white figure appeared before Yizhui. A powerful hand forced down on the small head, pressing it against the ground.

“That’s Yizhui!”

“I know,” came the sly smile. Even knowing the boy was his son, Luo Mingyu slammed him onto the floor.

The floor cracked under the force—it was clear how much strength had been used.

The boy pressed beneath nearly coughed up blood. His own father—hitting him?

It was only because of this leverage that Luo Mingyu could hold his ground against Luo Jiangyu. Even having devoured the Dragon Pearl, digestion took time. One bite at a time—like trying to eat a giant bun—it wasn’t instant.

“Hmm, you’re a tough one. Didn’t pass out from that fall?” Luo Mingyu patted Yizhui’s head, looking down at the stubborn boy.

“Move! Don’t sit on me!” Yizhui scowled, glaring fiercely. His right hand was trapped; any forceful movement and Luo Mingyu could easily break it.

Luo Mingyu chuckled, rubbing the boy’s head. “Why can’t I sit on you? A hundred years ago, you were just an egg. If not for Old Yu stopping me, I’d have roasted you. Think you’d even exist now?”

“Get lost, you bastard! Just because you’re a Purple Sovereign doesn’t mean you’re amazing! Once I regain my power, I’ll kill all of you!”

“Oh? Will I even wait until then? Want me to chop you now?” Luo Mingyu smirked, slapping Yizhui’s cheek.

The boy’s expression changed. “Aren’t you worried about your son? I’m inside your son’s body—if you strike, you’ll kill him too!”

“Son? Who’s my son? You? You’re that stinky dragon right now. Your kind loves treasure. Looks like you’ve pilfered plenty over centuries. If I take all your treasure and strip the dragon sinews to sell, you’d be priceless. You’re the last living dragon now, right? Rare, worth a fortune.” Luo Mingyu lightly held Yizhui’s little arm while sitting atop his spine. “Now, I’ll give you two choices. Let’s see what you pick.”

“What do you mean?” Yizhui frowned. He wasn’t stupid but didn’t understand Luo Mingyu’s purpose.

Luo Mingyu’s lips curved. “Simple. You’ve fused with my son. Choice one: become his bonded beast and fight alongside him. I’ll provide the best pills and spiritual fruits to help you grow fast. Your contract is an equal life-and-death bond—you won’t be treated like a human. Choice two: refuse, and I’ll pull you out myself and roast you over a torch. Didn’t get your egg a thousand years ago? Now as a dragon, the meat should taste delicious.”

“…Damn it, that’s basically forcing him to pick choice one!”

Yizhui’s mouth twitched. His hands pressed to the floor. The blood-red eyes gradually cleared. “And if I pick neither?”

“Fine, there’s a third option,” the man said, laughing. “And guess what? The third option is still choice one.”

“…!”

Yizhui clenched his fists. He was certain if he tried to refuse again, Luo Mingyu would offer a fourth option—still choice one.

“Don’t bother, I won’t give you the chance to pick a fourth.” Luo Mingyu yawned, lifting the little one from the floor. “Do you know what time it is? Midnight! I was finally holding my wife, and you made a fuss, upsetting her. Also, Yizhui, haven’t I told you? A real man protects his sister. She’s been feverish, crying outside for an hour, her throat hoarse. You’re her brother, now come out at once! Don’t tell me you can’t even handle this little pest. Not my son if you can’t!” Purple Dou Qi casually flowed toward Yizhui’s body.

Yizhui’s expression darkened. A cold snort escaped. A six-year-old child—how could he understand so much? He was about to retort when he felt something stir deep within. The man had touched the very bottom line of the child’s heart…

“Daddy…” Yizhui weakly called, looking at Luo Mingyu, completely bewildered why he was being lifted.

“Good boy. How did you rope a dragon back here? If it were a female, we could eat the eggs, but it’s a male dragon—you can’t eat a dragon whip.” Luo Mingyu smiled faintly.

“Thud!” The entire door shook. Ling Ruoxi staggered to her feet, soaked, hair plastered to her face, eyes frantically searching. Seeing Yizhui pinned by Luo Mingyu, her face went pale.

“Luo Mingyu! You bastard! Why are you choking your own son? Let go!” She rushed over and snatched Yizhui into her arms. These two children were the apple of her eye. Yimeng had caught a cold already—her heart was breaking. Now Yizhui, soaked and covered in blood, was being choked by this man.

Was he really planning to kill his own son?

“Careful!” Luo Jiangyu’s face changed drastically as he saw Ling Ruoxi grab Yizhui. Being experienced with Dou Qi, he knew what Luo Mingyu was doing—controlling Yizhui with it.

Being interrupted by Ling Ruoxi meant…

The child in her arms smiled coldly. His tiny palm touched Ling Ruoxi’s cheek, and suddenly, a long tongue shot out toward the person in front.

What the hell?!

Ling Ruoxi, though lacking Dou Qi, was a trained agent. Her reflexes were exceptional. She instantly detected the lethal strike, tilted her head, and used her left hand to grab the wet, writhing thing.

“Ugh!” Yizhui’s face changed drastically as he leaned back.

Lightning flashed. The crimson tongue was still in her hand. Ling Ruoxi’s eyes widened—this tongue, longer than a pig’s, had emerged from her son. She screamed, thrusting it back into Yizhui’s mouth. “Luo Mingyu! Look at what you’ve done! You made our son’s tongue this long! I’ll fight you to the death!”