Yang Fei nodded in agreement: "Indeed, this is practically a little monster."

As he spoke, he recounted the origins of Dan Dan, watching Mad Blade closely as he narrated.

As expected, Mad Blade was utterly shocked: "Little Bird Yang, are you serious?"

Yang Fei snorted: "Would I joke with you about something like this?"

"This little monster has lived for countless years, every hundred years it falls asleep and then regrows. It's weak now, but only because it hasn't grown up yet."

"But even so, this little monster uses its essence blood to create dragon talismans that can kill even a True Martial Master instantly."

While speaking, he took out the remaining two bullets and handed them to Mad Blade.

"See for yourself, the River Beaver died from these bullets."

Mad Blade took the bullets, mouth agape, suddenly punched Yang Fei on the shoulder, laughing heartily.

"Little Bird Yang, we've hit the jackpot. With Dan Dan, it means we have the capacity to fight the Alliance of Gods."

Yang Fei sighed and shook his head.

"No, it's only enough to barely protect ourselves. Relying on external power ultimately leads to futility. To truly destroy the Alliance of Gods, we still have to rely on ourselves."

Mad Blade enthusiastically fiddled with the two bullets in his hand.

"But with these bullets, even if Zeus shows up, I reckon he'd be in a lot of trouble."

Yang Fei shook his head: "Dan Dan's dragon talisman consumes too much Essence Qi; he can't mass-produce them."

"They can catch enemies off-guard in sniping, but in actual combat, these bullets can only deter the enemy."

Mad Blade fell silent, knowing Yang Fei was right.

The speed of Martial Arts Masters is too quick to lock onto, and their intuition about danger is extremely keen.

Trying to snipe Martial Arts Masters is indeed difficult, only a King Sniper like Yang Fei can barely achieve it.

Mad Blade returned the bullets to Yang Fei.

"You're right, in the end, our brothers' strength is not enough. Whether dealing with the Ancient Remnant Clan or the Alliance of Gods, we struggle greatly."

Yang Fei nodded: "Therefore, enhancing our own strength is the true path."

At this, his expression grew serious.

"Truth be told, before, our Evil Dragon Squad was unbeatable within the army, which made us arrogant."

"As our strength grows, the enemies we face become increasingly extraordinary."

"I'm gradually realizing this world harbors many unimaginable foes and hides countless significant secrets, and these secrets may be related to my origins."

Mad Blade and Yang Fei, along with Fan Yi, are brothers who share life and death; Mad Blade knows about Yang Fei's matters.

"I feel the same way. Although you're a soldier, I sense you're intricately linked to the legendary Martial God and his followers."

"The destruction of Yinxue Tower ten years ago might be related to the Ancient Remnant Clan too."

Yang Fei sighed, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it to Mad Blade.

"Dan Dan has lost much of his memory. This little rascal is too sly; otherwise, we could learn many secrets from his mouth."

Mad Blade laughed: "I'm best at coaxing kids, let me pry open his mouth."

Saying this, he puffed on his cigarette and swaggered toward the center where Dan Dan was surrounded by everyone.

About three kilometers from the Dragon Island Night Army Base amidst towering rocks.

Over ten soldiers dressed in Great White Bear uniforms were spying on the Dragon Island Night Army Base.

Among them, an elderly man dressed as a doctor with a white robe focused intently on this side with binoculars.

His lens continuously captured Dan Dan's figure, completely absorbed and appearing extremely tense.

"Grand Priest, what do you think? Do you believe this child might be the Dragonkin Descendant we've been searching for?"

Beside the elderly man, a square-faced man asked urgently.

The old man's wrinkles were fine and dense, his long eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Someone who can create dragon talismans is either a Transcendent Spiritual Martial Arts Master among humans or a member of the Dragon Race."

"Dragon talismans are an innate divine ability of the Dragon Race, any Dragonkin Descendant would know how to create them."

"If this child can truly make dragon talismans, at his age, he couldn't possibly be a Spiritual Martial Arts Master, so he is very likely a Dragonkin Descendant."

At this point, excitement appeared in the old man's eyes.

"It's unbelievable that there's still someone alive from the Dragon Race, silent for thousands of years."

The square-faced man appeared serious, slowly nodding.

"Then, what should we do?"

The elder immediately decided: "Capture the child and bring him back, alive."

"I'll conduct a DNA identification to check if his genome differs from humans; then, I can accurately ascertain his identity."

The square-faced man nodded, turned around, and the ten-plus soldiers stood solemnly, awaiting his command.

The elder's binoculars remained fixed on the Night Army Base, his tone turning cold.

"You need to be careful, I see an extremely powerful group of martial artists, and their strength surpasses yours; the River Beaver is a prime example."

The square-faced soldier sighed: "The River Beaver was accidentally destroyed by the dragon talisman's power; we will be cautious."

The old man nodded, advising the square-faced soldier.

"The Night Army's strength is formidable; don't launch a direct assault. You must wait until the target is alone before making a move."

"Wu Clan warriors don't grow easily; don't speak of sacrifices lightly, understood?"

The square-faced soldier nodded, raised his hand to salute the elder: "Yes, Grand Priest."

He turned, loudly ordering: "Demi-God Squad, follow orders. Infiltrate the Dragon Island Night Army; prepare to capture the target."

The remaining soldiers solemnly acknowledged, saluting the square-faced soldier and the elder together.

"Yes, we'll complete the mission."

The ten-plus soldiers felt their battle will surge, with Essence Qi rising skyward.

Each one's martial arts cultivation was evidently above Danjin Tongshen!

The elder took out a box of cinnabar from his white coat and drew a bizarre rune on each soldier's forehead.

The bright red rune gradually faded, and everyone's vibrant Essence Qi suddenly vanished, becoming like ordinary people.

The elder waved his hand: "Go now, as long as you don't activate Martial Essence, no one can detect your identities."

"Don't engage the Dragon Island Night Army casually. I can sense that within the Night Army, there are over a dozen powerful presences. Once discovered and surrounded by their forces, you'd be in grave danger."

The square-faced soldier nodded again with no hint of impatience.

The elder chuckled warmly: "As one grows old, one becomes rather nagging."

"Alright, I must go; I have an important surgery to perform today."

He handed the binoculars to the square-faced soldier, with a kindly smile on his face.

"I hope you succeed soon; I'll wait for your good news."

Everyone saluted, as the elder slowly departed.

Not far away, an armed helicopter awaited the elder.

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