Golden Dragon King Remnant Soul

Guang Biao stared dumbfoundedly at Wu Zhangkong's two black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, shock written all over his face.

Ever since Soul Beasts had neared extinction, Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings seemed to have become exceedingly rare.

Even for the Spirit Pagoda, creating a Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirit was extremely difficult.

Who was this man? Why did he possess two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings? With a boom, Wu Zhangkong gripped his Heaven Frost Sword Martial Soul, his Soul Power erupting as he charged toward Guang Biao.

"Roar!"

As Wu Zhangkong rushed at him, Guang Biao had no choice but to fight.

Even if he had no confidence in victory, he still had to force himself to resist.

His first Soul Ring lit up, and the scales covering his body instantly burst with an iron-gray glow—Iron Armor Dragon Transformation.

He stomped hard and charged forward to meet Wu Zhangkong.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."

The two collided in an instant, their Soul Power erupting at full force and sweeping through the surroundings.

The spectators quickly retreated, clearing the area for the battlefield.

A battle between Six Ring Soul Emperors was incredibly explosive. They needed a sufficiently large area to unleash all their methods freely.

From the very beginning, the two engaged in a violent clash.

Before long, with a sharp sound, blue light stopped less than a centimeter before Guang Biao's nose.

The icy chill seemed to form a net of swords, sealing his entire body within it.

Both of Guang Biao's palms had been completely pierced through, instantly turning the same pale blue as the Heaven Frost Sword.

You, your eyes... You came from that place?

Guang Biao froze for a moment. Trembling appeared in his eyes, though it was impossible to tell whether it was from the cold or fear.

Wu Zhangkong said flatly, "I was driven out of that place because of my bad temper. So don't let me see you again!"

The blue light receded, the chill vanished, and the Heaven Frost Sword Martial Soul was withdrawn.

"Go back and cultivate!"

The cold voice rang out. Those four words were directed at Long Yuan and the other two.

Then Wu Zhangkong clasped his hands behind his back and turned to leave, his white robes fluttering as though an immortal had descended into the mortal world.

Even after Wu Zhangkong vanished from everyone's sight, the entire area remained silent.

Everyone wore expressions of shock.

"Male god..."

After the brief silence, a girl in the Eastsea Academy crowd could not help crying out.

Quite a few students echoed her, rushing into the academy together.

They wanted another glimpse of Wu Zhangkong's elegance.

Wu Zhangkong's performance just now had been far too cool.

The arrogant, overbearing Guang Biao had been defeated in only a few moves.

He had been beaten so thoroughly that he did not dare show the slightest temper.

Guang Biao stood there for more than ten minutes before the chill around his body gradually faded.

His blood flow cleared again, and his Soul Power and Martial Soul returned as well.

Blood still dripped steadily from the wounds on his hands.

"Captain, should we..."

A burly man behind him looked utterly grim. "How about we use Soul Tools and Mecha?"

Guang Biao glared at him and said, "Let this matter end here!"

After saying that, Guang Biao walked out from the crowd with a dejected expression and headed outside.

Wu Zhangkong had come from that place. He was immensely powerful and had ties to that place—there was no way Guang Biao dared make a move.

Otherwise, if the experts from that place came for him, even ten lives would not be enough for Guang Biao to lose.

In the blink of an eye, everyone Guang Biao had brought with him left.

Long Hengxu glanced in the direction Guang Biao and the others had gone, then toward the depths of the academy where Wu Zhangkong had departed. Shock also appeared on his face.

Strength was everything. The only truly effective way to solve problems was to have a sufficiently hard fist.

Before Wu Zhangkong arrived, he had not known what to do at all.

But once Wu Zhangkong came, he defeated Guang Biao in no time.

After Guang Biao said a few strange things, he obediently left.

Had to admit it, Wu Zhangkong really had some skills.

"Disperse, disperse. Everyone, go home!"

Under Long Hengxu's urging, the people gathered at the academy gate had no choice but to leave.

Night soon fell. Long Yuan sat on his bed in meditation and quickly entered a meditative state.

His Soul Power circulated calmly. Behind him, golden patterns emerged one after another from his cervical vertebrae down to his tailbone.

A faint warmth enveloped his entire body.

Before long, his Divine Sense entered a mysterious world.

A streak of golden light flashed before his eyes, dazzling and brilliant as it drew nearer from afar.

Roar...

Accompanied by an earth-shaking dragon roar, a Metal Giant Dragon soared through the sky and circled before him.

Its enormous dragon head looked down at him, radiating an overbearing majesty.

Its body coiled around and around, nearly without end, as though the entire sky could not contain it.

Golden Dragon Five Claws, its entire body was covered in golden Dragon Scales.

There were sixteen halos on the golden dragon's body.

Each ring emitted a clear blue radiance.

Long Yuan lowered his head and discovered that his body was illusory. Only then did he realize that this was likely the Divine Sense manifestation described in the novels, entering some kind of space.

"Little fellow, I didn't expect your Divine Sense to have become this strong. You can enter this place now. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Suddenly, the golden giant dragon moved its mouth and actually spoke human words.

"Are you Tang San? No... are you the Golden Dragon King?"

A look of shock appeared on Long Yuan's face as he stared at the golden dragon. Based on what it had said, he should currently be inside his own spiritual world.

At first, he had thought the speaker was Tang San, because Tang San had also left a strand of Divine Sense in Tang Wulin's spiritual world.

The purpose had been to gradually help Tang Wulin remove the seals on the Golden Dragon King Bloodline once the time was right, assist him in absorbing the bloodline power, and rapidly grow stronger.

What he did not know was that Tang San had already noticed when he completely extracted the Golden Dragon King Bloodline from Tang Wulin.

That strand of Divine Sense was still within Tang Wulin's spiritual world, but it could no longer help Tang Wulin unseal the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

He also did not know that, because he had extracted the Golden Dragon King Bloodline completely, Tang San's strand of Divine Sense had gone to find Tang Hao and Ah Yin, helping Tang Wulin fully awaken the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul and bloodline.

It also allowed Tang Wulin to gain another Martial Soul once more—the Clear Sky Hammer.

Since Tang Hao was the Plane Master of Douluo Continent and had inherited the position of a Second Level God in the Douluo God Realm, the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul had evolved.

The Clear Sky Hammer awakened for Tang Wulin was countless times stronger than the Clear Sky Hammer from the first Douluo era.

It could be considered a God Level Martial Soul.

"That's right. You brat are quite lucky. But don't be afraid—this is merely a remnant of my soul.

If you hadn't come soon, I would have dispersed!"

The golden dragon spoke, and a hint of relief appeared in its lantern-sized eyes.

"You... how are you inside my body?"

Long Yuan was extremely curious. Why was the Golden Dragon King's remnant soul inside him? It couldn't be that traces of its soul had remained in the Golden Dragon King Bloodline he extracted from Tang Wulin, could it?

That was too absurd.

"It's a long story. After I escaped from the God Forbidden Land, I fought a great battle against Sea God Tang San, the Evil God, and the other gods. In the end, I was killed by the Three Realms Judgment Sword..."

The Golden Dragon King began recounting how it had been killed during the God Realm War.

"In the end, I fused my Divine Core into Tang San's son, intending to burst him apart and take revenge.

But fate toyed with me. The pure bloodline contained within my Divine Core was sealed with Eighteen Seals by him, leaving me utterly unable to take revenge.

Then the Space-Time Turbulence arrived, sweeping away both the God Realm and me. The God Realm vanished without a trace, while my corpse was devoured by a Black Hole.

Just when I had fallen into complete despair, you brat suddenly rushed before me, wrapped in a sphere of light.

Without hesitation, I chose to sacrifice myself. That was how I entered your spiritual world."

As the Golden Dragon King spoke of this, its eyes were filled with grief, indignation, and sorrow.

It had been half of the Dragon God's incarnation, yet it had fallen to such a state.

"Then... was my Martial Soul bestowed by you?"

Long Yuan thought of Huo Yuhao. His Ice Emperor Scorpion Martial Soul had been bestowed by Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's sacrifice, its original attribute being Ultimate Ice.

"My sacrifice was merely the icing on the cake for your Martial Soul!"