Boss, Please Take Me In as Your Little Brother

These more than ten golden-armored warriors were all top-tier ninth-level War Generals, each possessing overwhelming strength. Any one of them could easily become a dominant figure among the Human Race.

But at this moment, they were all merely bodyguards of the Dragonfolk Third Prince, Drake Liu.

It was clear just how formidable the Dragonfolk were.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their auras surged, divine light burst forth.

Each golden-armored guard was like a miniature sun, radiating endless essence, enough to burn away a small world.

As their auras erupted, everyone in the grand hall—except for Third Prince Drake Liu and his maid Bella Bai—was forced to retreat under the pressure, until all the patriarchs had no choice but to withdraw from the hall entirely.

But in the center of the golden-armored warriors' encirclement, Ian Song stood motionless as a mountain, his entire body radiating an unshakable aura.

Boom! Boom!

The battle began!

More than ten miniature suns charged Ian Song with crushing force, their brilliance and aura instantly engulfing his body. The patriarchs could vaguely see Ian torn to pieces...

But just then—

A streak of sword-qi suddenly soared up from the sea of light.

The crimson sword-qi wasn't dazzling, but at this moment, it suppressed the sea of light's power.

"Kill!"

With a soft shout, the crimson sword-qi drifted out.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood splattered as heads flew—instantly, all the golden-armored warriors became headless corpses.

Seeing this, the patriarchs were stunned. After a moment, they began to cry out in shock:

"What—?"