I'm 16 years old, what's wrong with my combat power exceeding 100 million?

Chapter 470 The Unfathomable Existence

The dean himself is already an existence that is impossible to fathom.

Good guy, what kind of person must the dean’s eldest brother be?

When I think about it, there will be people like this in the future, waiting to taste their own works.

While Yu Li was shocked, ambition arose spontaneously.

"Master Dean, don't worry."

"I will never let you down."

He wiped his lips and said passionately: "I have almost studied the delicacies of Linxu Realm."

"But in the countless realms of the mythical world, there are countless different and delicious treasures waiting for me to discover."

"Master Dean, I want to set off to other worlds, delve into the delicacies of all worlds, and embark on the road to become a chef!"

Benwei nodded: "Okay, I'll give you a ride."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold Yu Li's shoulder and pushed it gently.

The void pierced through in an instant, and the eighth eldest son of the academy was now Yu Li of the Skull Clan.

Just like that, he disappeared into the Linxu Realm.

"Brother, Xiaopang's cooking skills are adequate, but his strength is still lacking."

"Isn't it a bit risky to just send him to another world like this?"

Gouzi asked.

Benwei waved his hand nonchalantly: "How could uncle Ben not think of this?"

"I have already put a force into his body, which can protect him at critical moments."

"Of course, when it's not so dangerous, you won't be inspired."

"Young people must practice and practice."

Gouzi nodded sharply and said: "Sure enough, the eldest brother is thoughtful."

Send away Yu Li, the future cooking god of the Skull clan.

Only then did Benwei remember that there was a purple star looking around next to him.

Just now, two people, one dog and one centipede were feasting.

The little dragon stood nearby and swallowed his saliva.

After all, those are his Zi Xingbo’s dragon whiskers, should I get a share too?

He hesitated for a long time, too embarrassed to ask.

"So and so, why are you still standing here?"

Benwei glanced at Zi Xingbo: "It's none of your business, go away."

The corners of Zi Xingbo's mouth twitched.

He wanted to get angry.

He is the eighth prince of the Purple Gold True Dragon.

He actually pulled out one of his dragon beards and used it for cooking. It was a great shame and humiliation for the dragon clan!

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

The dragon cannot be insulted!

But consider what happened to King Fang before.

He wisely endured it.

The true dragon clan has a flexible bottom line.

Isn't it just a dragon's beard? At least he saved his life.

At this time, Zi Xingbo had never thought about the mysterious aura that lured him closer to the Linxu Realm, or the skeleton-like black hole that suddenly appeared on the boundary wall.

What does it have to do with the young man in front of me?

But at this time, he remembered his original purpose.

After hesitating for a moment, Zi Xingbo spoke.

"This...senior."

"Xiao Long is from the True Dragon Clan, the Eighth Prince of the Purple Gold True Dragon, Zi Xingbo."

"Senior with such strength must be a big shot in this world."

"I don't know the taboo..."

Benwei said impatiently: "I am Benwei. What's the matter with you? Get out of here. I'm going to play cards."

The corners of Zi Xingbo's mouth twitched again.

It took a long time to hold back, and spoke again, saying in a gentle voice: "Actually, Xiaolong came to the Ruins Realm because he wanted to find a certain being."

"I just wanted to ask my senior for advice."

As soon as these words came out, Benwei was stunned.

Wasn't this little dragon attracted by his own actions?

At that time, he was troubled by the fact that there was no king-level true dragon in Linxu Realm.

His spiritual thoughts spread out of the boundary, and he happened to see this little dragon near the Linxu boundary.

It seemed that the other party was going to another world, but he casually attracted it, then opened the boundary wall and let it in.

Suddenly, Benwei seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed.

Zi Xingbo didn't notice Benwei's gaze and asked cautiously.

"Senior, the existence that Xiaolong wants to inquire about, um, should be a woman."

Before Zi Xingbo finished speaking, the expression on Benwei's face turned unusually serious.

His rare serious look made Gouzi and Centipede beside him stunned.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, when his calm and serious look fell in Zi Xingbo's eyes, he was shocked all over.

He was sure that he had never seen Benwei before.

Rather, if he had seen such a being, it would be impossible for him to forget it.

But at this moment, he had just taken a serious look at Benwei's appearance, and for a moment, he actually felt a bit familiar.

Where does this familiarity come from?

Although he is considered young among the True Dragon Clan, he is still a genuine spiritual king.

Even if it is one hundred thousand years ago, I can remember it clearly.

Why do I feel familiar with Karan Benwei, who I have never seen before?

Not waiting for him to think clearly.

But Benwei snorted and grabbed the dragon horn on Zi Xingbo's head.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If you want to inquire about someone, post a missing person notice."

"Get out of here, uncle!"

After the words fell, Jian Benwei grabbed Zi Xingbo's dragon horn with one hand and kicked it with his foot.

Zi Xingbo's figure disappeared in an instant in front of a man, a dog and a centipede.

I don’t know how long it took.

Outside the Linxu boundary, in the endless void.

Zi Xingbo, who had changed back to his original form at some point, twitched and suddenly woke up from his coma.

"Is this...outside the Linxu boundary?"

Zi Xingbo groaned and looked around.

Benwei's kick was so good that it knocked him to pieces.

Zi Xingbo was kicked unconscious on the spot.

Obviously that kick pushed it directly outside the Linxu boundary.

"Damn Benwei, I'm just asking about someone, and if you don't want to tell me, I won't tell you. Why do you do it?"

Now that Benwei was away, Zi Xingbo became bolder and cursed angrily.

"I, the Eighth Prince of the Real Dragon, actually treat me like this."

"I will remember this."

"The king of Japan has brought my dragon clan's million-strong army here. Seeing that I won't retaliate, I will pull out your dragon's whiskers and stir-fry!"

"Oh...the human race doesn't have dragon whiskers."

"Then I'll pluck my beard and fry it..."

"Damn, he doesn't have a beard either, and eating beards means eating hair..."

After yelling angrily.

Zi Xingbo fell into deep thought again.

Where did that sense of familiarity come from?

It struggled to remember.

I don’t know how long has passed.

Finally, somewhere in the memory, Zi Xingbo found the source.

It is true that it has never seen Benwei himself, and has never heard of him.

But it has seen an existence that is very similar to Benwei.

Zi Xingbo's eyes suddenly widened when he recalled it.