Rise of the White Dragon

With every move, whenever he attacked, Luan was fabulous. There was no flaw in his attack and no resistance from the other party. He was like the god of death, claiming the poor souls of the imps.

Ingrid's eyes were in the shape of hearts. She believed that her man was the most beautiful of all while fighting, but she didn't just watch, she also killed a lot of imps and collected a lot of blood, getting stronger and stronger.

"Try to use this." Luan tossed the sword of the Third Order to Ingrid, who caught it in surprise. She felt the power of the sword the moment she held it. She started to wonder why Luan gave her the sword to use, but then she saw Luan's hand transform into white dragon claws and tear the imps like simple pudding.

It was incredible!

Ingrid was fascinated, she wanted to spend more time watching, but she didn't just watch for a long time. She was surrounded by imps on the ground and in the sky, however, she was not afraid. The sword she held carried with it a huge confidence and when she simply swung the sword in the direction of an imp, it was easier than slicing tofu. It was without resistance; it was as if it had cut the wind; it was not the same sensation as when she used the bone sword.

"This sword is incredible!" Ingrid exclaimed. She looked possessed. She started to spin and swing the sword and the bodies of the imps were beheaded and mutilated.

"Don't underestimate these imps. If they attack in a group and you are careless, you could end up getting hurt," Luan warned.

"Yes, I know that." Ingrid stuck out her tongue and smiled, continuing to attack.

Ingrid was delighted with this sword that cut the imps so well, but she did not let herself get carried away. She knew that arrogance could lead her to death. She remained cautious and always tried to find loopholes in the attacks of the imps and always attacked in their weak points while dodging and avoiding getting hit from the front.

Luan's white dragon claw started to turn green, covered in the blood of the imps. Luan was cruel and decisive with each attack. The nails of the white dragon's claw were sharp to the point that when he held the head of a red imp the nails went through and hit the brain, killing the red imp.

The Imp Mother was getting furious seeing her children being killed, but she refused to leave the green pool. She was a very big creature, approximately 900 cm, and very fat. She alone had given birth to many children and everything male, never female. Or rather, the females that were born she killed in the egg. Only a female imp can command other imps and the Imp Mother did not want to compete.

Luan at first thought that the Imp Mother would not leave the lake, but even without leaving, it was not as if she were impotent. She waved her hand and threw the green liquid in the direction of Luan and Ingrid.

"Dodge, don't let that hit you!" It wasn't highly dangerous, but it was better to avoid getting hurt.

Ingrid did what Luan said and deflected and when the green water hit the body of the imps, they transformed, becoming bigger and stronger as they roared towards the sky.

Luan was a little surprised to see this, but he soon discovered that when transforming, the imps were destined to die. Their bodies' energy was burning the vital energy. It was only a matter of time before these imps died, but their strength which increased was real, and however sick it was, the imps got stronger and attacked harder.

Luan still continued to kill without much difficulty. The same was true for Ingrid since she held the sword of the Third Order. The Imp Mother was genuinely surprised; she roared with rage and threw more water, however, as strong as the imps became, they were still lacking the strength to go up against Luan and Ingrid.

[Kya-kya!!]

The Imps turned blood red with the transformation because of the green water and attacked fiercely as they shouted in the direction of Ingrid and Luan.

A red imp got even more powerful with the transformation. But as strong as he started to gain strength, at that exact moment Luan arrived in front of the red imp and launched a dragon's fist towards the imp's head.

Incredibly, the red imp withstood the blow and did not die, but he could not contain his cries of pain. He tried to lift his claws in a desperate defense, thinking he could escape.

However, Luan's fists of fury were too powerful. The imp's nails and arms were broken without any additional effort, and then, Luan appeared in front of another red imp.

*Katcha!*

Luan grabbed the red imp by the neck and put his sword in its sheath and reached for another red Imp. Without effort, he squeezed the hands and the necks of the red imps until they were broken and crushed to the point that Luan's hands squeezed hard enough to separate the red imps' head from their bodies.

The Imp Mother was in shock. She had lived in the mountain lake for countless years, but she had never been so scared before.

Luan was like a god. Her children were useless against him and the blond-haired girl. The Imp Mother could not understand where these people came from and why they were trying to kill them since they only ate what was necessary to evolve but did not intentionally harm others.

Letting the bodies of the red imps fall to the ground, Luan took the sword out of its sheath again and cut a red imp that ran towards him. From the neck to the waist, the red imp was cut without resistance.

"Luan is so cool!" Ingrid's eyes were shining like stars. She thought Luan was very attractive while fighting.

Luan smiled wryly and continued to kill the imps. Ingrid also did not stand still and continued to attack.