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ROYAL DRAGON AND PHOENIX TRANSMIGRATE TO EARTH

Tianlong Yun had it all! He was a Crown Prince Dragon. The youngest to reach Godhood. Thousands of beauties in his harem. A perfect life to live. But all of this changed one night. Everything he had was lost in one night. His brother and his new lifelong mate betrayed him. They crippled him and his cultivation and made the world believe he cultivated dark arts. Chased by the whole Immortal World, there was only one person who still believed in him, and stayed by his side. His fateful death companion. But, when he thought that everything was gone, and that he would be in the line to eat Aunt Mengs soup, something incredible happened. He woke up in a new world, a new planet, a new civilization. He woke up in Earth??? Alert!!! This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book contains a lot of R-18 content, and also bloody and gory scenes. So proceed at your own risk. Thank you! If you decide to give it a try

crazy_immortal · Oriental
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Chapter 239: Realization and Message

Just when he turned his head towards the direction of the sky, he felt a knife stabbing in his back.

The knife was clearly headed to make as much damage as possible, it went right through his left kidney, headed towards his inner organs.

It was a truly painful and dangerous stab.

But he didn't care about that now, so mustering his last drops of strength, the Royalist's leader turned around on his left, and using his left hand, he grabbed the guy by the throat.

His claws were still out and got stuck on his neck.

Even if that guy didn't die from the lack of air, he would surely die by the damage of those claws.

No matter how much that guy struggled, no matter how much his body shivered, no matter how much he seemed to want to say something, the Royalist's group leader, never released his throat.

He just watched him do all that, while he didn't even let him breathe one more molecule of oxygen.