Rise of the White Dragon

After a while, an extremely captivating male voice echoed, "It all started three hundred years ago when the White Emperor and his friends hunted down the Evil Sect's leader, Manifest."

"White Emperor? Is this about you?" Ingrid was intrigued.

"That also surprised me." Luan said, then smiled: "Mm, I still haven't told you about when I and my friends hunted Manifest. It might be cool to see."

"Yes." Ingrid pecked at his lips, then she turned to look towards the stage: "By the way, I didn't ask before, but… can they see us outside?"

"No, you can't," Luna replied.

"Well." She stopped talking.

'Would that be Nora? As for the other three...' Ingrid tried to guess the identity of the other three. Of course, she could just ask Luan, but she thought it would be more interesting not to know now.

Wearing a long red battle dress that couldn't even be seen from her feet, with her hair tied back, the woman who was playing Nora cast a suggestive look in the direction of the man with long white hair and red eyes.

The White Emperor wore black armor with white details, the armor was a modern model, looking like normal clothing at first glance, but it was possible to notice that it was actually made from the scales of Emperor King Cobra Yin-Yang.

"This armor is very beautiful," Ingrid commented.

"It's an excellent replica of my original," Luan said with a slightly regretful tone. "Unfortunately, I lost this armor."

"I see." Ingrid didn't ask how he lost, she just focused on the show.

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"It was interesting."

When it's finally over. Ingrid let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The show itself was interesting and realistic. Very different from movies with special effects. It was so realistic, that it didn't even look fake. Apart from that, the performance of the artists was on another level.

"I'm glad you liked it." Luan smiled as he wrapped his left arm around her waist as he left the VIP room.

"Where are we going now?" Ingrid asked.

A glint passed through Luan's eyes, like a reflection of light, but it soon disappeared and he said: "There is a mirror maze, it's very interesting... What do you think about going there?"

"Yes, me..."

Before she finished speaking, a young man walked from a spot in the void with his hands behind his back and casually caught up with Luan and Ingrid.

With a wave of his hand, the young man isolated the sound around them.

Ingrid was wary.

However, Luan was indifferent. "What you want?"

The young man's lips were curved and his eyes were indifferent as if he were looking at a dead person: "I've seen you before with a very rare VIP card. I have no idea how you got it, but now that I've seen it with you, I want it."

He extended his hand, it was as if Luan had no option but to give it to him. It was not a request, but an order.

'This VIP card is clearly not common, this can grant the privilege! That bastard doesn't deserve to have something like that, that's something only someone of my nobility deserves to have!' The young man's thoughts were quite simple. And his arrogance came from the fact that he was from a race that still had the planet intact, not only that, he was also in the Sixth Order.

"What an excellent dream. Just go back to bed; maybe you can continue that dream," Ingrid said with a huff. She didn't mince words.

"Foolish woman, I didn't speak to you." The man looked a little impatient.

"Oh?" Luan arched his brow, but before he acted, Ingrid took his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'll take care of it." It's been a while since she struggled, she was missing hitting someone...

"Okay." Luan smiled at her and took a step back. Thinking for a moment, he waved his hand.

However, as simple as it seemed, the moment he did that, laws appeared in place, and the place was isolated. It was as if they had been teleported to a different location as the people around them disappeared, however, things still remained the same. Same buildings, same road...

When this happened, the man was overcome with unbelief; it was hard to believe that the man he didn't think much of could do such a thing.

'Damn, this man is very rich! He even has a relic capable of insulating him from the real world!' Greed grew even more in the young man's heart.

He said in a dignified tone, unlike the disbelief he'd shown before, "My name is Lex Vulcan. I am of the incomparable Vulcan Clan. Now that I've said my name, prepare to die!"

"Heh..." A charming smile curved Ingrid's lips. She pulled the pendant from her neck which soon turned into a scythe.

"...Looks like you have something good on your hands too... Well, it's going to be a little harder to defeat you." Lex Vulcan said with a confident smile, "10 moves. After ten moves you will be defeated by me and beg for your life, but... Hehehe~"

A wicked thought passed through Lex Vulcan's mind as he looked at Ingrid's body and then at Luan. Just then, a glowing sword with a blue blade appeared in his right hand.

Luna narrowed her eyes. He was furious, but Ingrid still reassured him, emphasizing that she wanted to deal with it.

"Ten moves, huh..." Ingrid still had a smile on her face, but at that moment the smile on her face turned scary.

Lex Vulcan's blood froze. He suddenly turned around, only to see a person in front of him. It was none other than Ingrid.

When she…?

*Whoosh!*

*Cut!*

Slashed with the scythe as fast as lightning. Space has been reduced. It was as if Lex Vulcan's body had willingly joined his scythe.

Unbelievably, Lex Vulcan's head was severed from his neck, flying upward as blood threatened to pour out of his torso.

But, an incredible force of attraction pulled the head back, and red threads connected the neck with the head.