Three blows a second, every one striking the soul!
Lu Mingze was beaten into a daze, his mind growing hazy. Confused and in agony, he could only clutch his head with both hands, curl up, and howl, hoping to lessen the pain by even a little.
He wanted to dispel the projection and leave, but discovered that it had somehow become just like his true body. He couldn't dispel it at all! He'd even lost control of it, as though his entire will had been merged into the projection.
Terror, confusion, even despair!
Emotions Lu Mingze had never felt before began to rise within him. His usual confidence, the feeling that everything was under control, gradually faded away. He couldn't understand it—he had no idea what had happened to Lu Mingfei.
This wasn't the power of a dragon. It wasn't any power he recognized!
Lu Mingfei seemed so unfamiliar now, so unfamiliar that it was as if his older brother had already died, and the only thing still alive was a monster wearing his brother's skin!
But there was no mistake. There couldn't be!
He hadn't sensed it wrong. The blood of a dragon still flowed through Lu Mingfei!
But why? Why this pain, this despair?
This was a despair and agony Lu Mingze had never experienced before. He felt like he was about to be beaten to death!
"Brother, stop! Stop it! I was wrong, I was wrong! Forgive me, forgive me! You're going to beat me to death! Please! Have mercy!!!"
Lu Mingze's consciousness began to blur. He started howling and begging for mercy on instinct. It hurt—too much!
This was a pain that reached deep into the soul, deep into the genes, a pain that could leave behind an instinctive fear!
How could a mere native from