The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 247

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The entire fifty-fifth floor of Celestial Tower’s left building was an indoor garden. With the greenery

everywhere, the air was fresh, and vapor rose in spirals.

The invisible energy surged forward with a strong wind. With a wisp of electricity, it seemed like a thin

silvery-white snake. Its long tail flung and stabbed the target’s chest in the blink of an eye.

Andres narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his hands to block his chest at that moment. Under the

surge of the strong Battle Qi, a mass of lightning leapt and flickered violently between his palms.

“The Special Lightning Ability? Hmph, what’s so great about that?”

Andres opened his eyes slightly and let out a soft snort. He put his hands together and with a clap, he

turned that mass of lightning into countless silvery-white sparks.

“That’s all?”

A vicious expression flashed across the eyes of the normal looking but dignified middle-aged man.

Moments later, a strong ray of light, that shone so brightly it was blinding, blazed in the air and flashed

in front of Andres’ face.

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In a flash, the lightning exploded and completely drowned out his figure.

Under the strong surge of a powerful electrical energy, the countless fine dust particles that were

floating in the air exploded into even finer dust particles.

A faint burnt smell appeared in the air.

“The Emperor is invincible as always. He can eliminate an enemy with just a snap of his fingers. What

is heavy for others is light for him. We always prevail!”

An old man in a long, pure white robe not far away from the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and

praised him.

The young man with a mole between his brows and the woman wearing a green mask glanced at the

old man from the side with a disdainful expression that was mixed with scorn.

“Haha!” The middle-aged man let out a hearty laugh. He was Declan Lowe, one of the Four Supreme

Masters of the Meteorites, the respected Emperor.

After that, he shook his head a little and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Old

Thomas, if you could do things half as well as you speak, you would easily be the East Master.”

“I say, aren’t you celebrating too early? I’m not dead yet!” Andres said slowly as he was surrounded by

lightning while his black hair was swept without the help of any wind.

The smile on Declan Lowe’s face slowly disappeared.

Roar!

A dragon’s roar sounded out again. With the surge of Battle Qi, the lightning died out and the air

vibrated. The green plants trembled as its leaves and flowers rustled and fell.

“D*mn it!”

With the angry cry of the woman, the green glow all around suddenly blossomed.

With a hum, the green glow gathered into a thin, dark green whip in the air. It seemed like nothing could

tear it apart and it unleashed scorching hot air as it whipped at Andres.

At this time, a boom came from the floor above.

The next instant, the floor quivered, and the ceiling was ripped apart. Crash. Dust filled the air, and a

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figure came from above.

Jacob reached forward and grabbed the thin, dark green whip as he got to the ground. Battle Qi flowed

out from his palms. Pop. A dull sound rang out and the thin whip exploded into countless dark green

sparks in the middle of the air.

“Sir!” Andres bowed down and called out respectfully while his eyes beamed.

As soon as he called out, a wooden door that was a distance away suddenly exploded. Multiple Dragon

Guardians dressed in black came in with deadly killing intent.

“Sir!” They bent their heads as their right hands lightly beat their chests after seeing what was

happening in the room.

Electricity flashed in Declan’s eyes. He glanced at Jacob from top to bottom to size him up then asked

in a deep voice, “Are you Jacob Lynch of the Scarlet Dragons?”

Jacob looked at him and the edge of his brows raised slightly. His voice was indifferent as he asked,

“And you’re who they call The Emperor of the Meteorites?”

“The audacity!” The old man in the white robe, Gilroy Thomas, took a step forward in a face of anger.

“Our respected Emperor of the Meteorites. How dare you be so insulting!”

Jacob glanced at him through the corner of his eye. He shook his head and said with a cold and

disdainful voice, “Don’t talk nonsense. You’re all going to die tonight.”

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