The rampaging Overlord Dragon Spirit

"Son~"

On the arena, Bianka's figure moved like a white lightning bolt, nimbly weaving through the dense attacks and constantly dodging the Destruction Light Orb falling from the sky.

Then, a Petrification Ray shot out, heading straight for the young girl in mid-air.

However, faced with this deadly ray, the Overlord Dragon Spirit merely raised its small hand and squeezed it from a distance, causing the Petrification Ray to explode in mid-air, turning into tiny fragments and disappearing without a trace.

"Hahaha~"

On the youthful face of the Overlord Dragon Spirit, a madness beyond her years appeared, and a slightly manic laugh echoed throughout the arena. Immediately afterwards, she aimed at the location of the Bianka and made another clenching motion with her small hand.

Upon seeing this, the Big White Goose felt a sudden surge of fear. It dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly flapped its wings to fly away from the spot.

The moment it left, that space Distortion violently, followed by a deafening roar.

"Son~"

The Big White Goose, braving the aftershocks of the explosion, let out a dejected cry.

This war is simply unwinnable!

The Overlord Dragon Spirit possessed an unreasonable Power of Ruin, which was far too troublesome for a being with such a hard body.

With just a pinch of a small hand, it can destroy the basic structure of matter. If I am not careful, I may really be completely defeated.

Its newly acquired Petrification Curse was completely useless, as it was neutralized as soon as it got close. By the same token, even if it were to unleash Elemental Storm, it would probably be easily destroyed, which made it feel extremely frustrated.

Unless they choose close combat, although that carries the risk of being severely injured, at least they will still have a fighting chance.

"Son~ (I've already surrendered, please let me go.)"

After a brief moment of thought, the Big White Goose decisively pulled a white flag from its wing and raised it high to signal surrender. Continuing to fight would be pointless; even if it held out until the very end, it would most likely just be a spectator anyway.

It's simply not worth fighting a dangerous being like the Overlord Dragon Spirit for something that offers no benefit whatsoever. It's unwilling to engage in a deal where the risk far outweighs the reward.

"We won." The moment he saw the Big White Goose raise the white flag, a relieved smile immediately appeared on Tang Wulin's face.

Haha~

However, the Overlord Dragon Spirit in mid-air seemed to ignore this, its Dragon Wings slightly spread, and the fluctuations of its Soul Power became increasingly Berserk. One after another, red Soul Power orbs rapidly condensed and crashed down towards the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Soul Power projectiles slammed into the arena one after another, unleashing terrifying Energy Storm. The sturdy metal arena, which was originally capable of withstanding battles at the Super Douluo level, instantly developed one grotesque crater after another.

"Tyrant Dragon, stop! The opponent has already surrendered. We've won this match; there's no need to continue."

Witnessing this, Tang Wulin quickly tried to command the Overlord Dragon Spirit to stop its attack through the Soul Spirit Contract.

Haha~ Haha~

But the Overlord Dragon Spirit ignored her orders and instead launched an even more frenzied attack on the ground.

"Boom--"

A violent explosion rang out, and part of the Energy Storm contained within swept towards Tang Wulin's location.

"Overlord Dragon Spirit! Stop!"

Seeing this, Tang Wulin's expression darkened. He quickly gathered his Spiritual Power and forcibly transmitted his voice into the Overlord Dragon Spirit's mind through the Soul Spirit Contract.

"Hmm--"

This sudden and intense Mental Shock made the little girl in mid-air feel uncomfortable, and she instinctively covered her head.

Then, she turned her gaze to Tang Wulin, her ruby-like pupils filled with Bloodthirst Desire. She then reached out her small hand and squeezed hard in Tang Wulin's direction.

"Not good!!!"

Upon seeing the young girl's action, Tang Wulin's alarm bells went off. The instant her palm was pointed at him, he quickly rolled away from the spot.

"Boom--" The ground where she had just been standing was instantly blasted into a huge crater.

After regaining his footing, Tang Wulin's expression turned grim. Could this be... Soul Spirit Master Devouring?!

Is what Tang San's father once said really about to come true?

The Overlord Dragon Spirit will submit to her, initially only because it submits to the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. Once the other party's bloodline concentration surpasses hers, it will no longer recognize her as its host.

But this shouldn't be happening!

Long ago, the Overlord Dragon Spirit's Golden Dragon King Bloodline had already surpassed hers, but at that time, the Overlord Dragon Spirit showed no signs of resistance. Why would it suddenly disobey her orders now, and even attack its host?

"Honorable Child of Nature, perhaps your Soul Spirit has not betrayed you."

Just then, the voice of the Aromatic Silk Beauty rang in Tang Wulin's mind. "This should be because its mind is not yet mature, so the Overlord Dragon Spirit is affected by its own bloodline power and has fallen into a berserk state."

"Bloodlust rampage?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin was slightly taken aback. He quickly focused his gaze and saw that after attacking her once, the Overlord Dragon Spirit in mid-air began to randomly fire at various parts of the arena.

If it were Soul Spirit Master Devouring, it would never behave this way.

Tang Wulin himself had been influenced by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, so he was well aware of the bloodline's Berserk nature.

The Overlord Dragon Spirit was still young, and having absorbed the power Golden Dragon King Seal multiple times, it seems reasonable that it would be affected by its bloodline.

"Qiluo, do you have any way to stop the Overlord Dragon Spirit?" After figuring out the reason for the matter, Tang Wulin asked anxiously in his mind.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty replied, "Respected Child of Nature, your bloodline shares the same origin as that of the Tyrant Dragon. Perhaps you can forcibly resonate with its Spirit Sea through Soul Spirit Contract, and with the power of your bloodline, forcibly awaken its consciousness."

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

At this moment, Tang Wulin felt extremely fortunate. He had chosen the Aromatic Silk Beauty as his Soul Spirit, because at least he had such an experienced senior by his side who could provide him with guidance on many thorny issues.

"Wake up!"

Tang Wulin quickly calmed his mind and then activated the Golden Dragon Roar, forcibly transmitting his Bloodline Power and voice into the Overlord Dragon Spirit's mind through the Soul Spirit Contract.

"Ugh--" In mid-air, the blonde, red-eyed girl covered her head again, her face showing obvious struggle.

"It works!" Tang Wulin was overjoyed. He quickly used the Soul Spirit Contract to guide his bloodline to resonate with the Overlord Dragon Spirit again, while shouting loudly at her, "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Waaah~" The little girl in mid-air covered her head and slowly descended, eventually crouching on the ground in a defensive posture with her head in her hands.

Tang Wulin slowly walked forward, gently placed his hand on the little girl's head, stroked it tenderly, and said softly, "Come back."

The little girl looked up at her, her eyes glistening with tears, but she obediently transformed into a beam of light and returned to Tang Wulin's body.

"It's a success."

Watching the Overlord Dragon Spirit obediently return to its Spirit Sea, Tang Wulin breathed a long sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease.

"The winner is contestant Yu Longyue!"

"Oh!!! Yu Longyue! Yu Longyue!"

Just then, the referee's announcement of the match result and the enthusiastic cheers of the Spectator reached Tang Wulin's ears. He was slightly startled and looked up, only to find that the referee had already stood on the stage and announced the match result.

Meanwhile, the Big White Goose hid under the arena, furtively observing her.

The moment the Big White Goose raised the white flag, it had already conceded defeat, so the victory in this match naturally belonged to Tang Wulin.

"Er~" the Big White Goose called out to Tang Wulin, then flapped its wings and hurriedly ran towards the Contestant Passage.

"Please leave the stage, contestant. The next match will be for the other contestants." The referee looked at Tang Wulin expressionlessly and said in a flat tone.

Amidst the continuous shouts of the Spectator, Tang Wulin slowly walked off the stage and headed towards the Contestant Passage, still feeling a lingering fear and worry about the rampage of the Overlord Dragon Spirit.

Inside the Contestant Passage, the lighting was dim, and the lingering echoes of the competition still hung in the air.

Tang Wulin walked slowly forward, his mind completely immersed in the scene of the Spirit Sea.

"I don't know if this is good or bad." She looked at the sleeping figure of the young girl in the Spirit Sea, her brows furrowed, and she rubbed her temples in distress.

In the past, whenever she broke through the Golden Dragon King Seal, the Overlord Dragon Spirit would always step forward to help her share many risks, making it her most reliable helper.

But judging from the current situation, the other party also seems to be gradually Erosion Element by the Golden Dragon King's will, which is undoubtedly a thorny problem.

Just as she was deep in thought, Tang San's familiar Divine sense voice rang in her mind. "Naturally, there is a great crisis lurking within. The Golden Dragon King originates from the most brutal side of the Dragon God. In its heyday, it even reached the realm of God King, and its willpower was far stronger than imagined."

"To absorb the power of the Golden Dragon King, it's unavoidable to be influenced by his will. That's why I've been constantly reminding you to be fully prepared before gradually breaking the seal, and never to rush things."

"Father."

Upon hearing Tang San's voice, Tang Wulin was initially overjoyed, as if he had found his pillar of support, but this joy quickly turned into a bitter feeling.

"Do you really think I have a chance to completely absorb the power of the Golden Dragon King? Actually, after witnessing the Overlord Dragon Spirit's performance today, I'm already a little unsure."

Tang San Divine sense softly, his tone tinged with helplessness. "If things had gone according to my Oldest One plan, you would indeed have had a very high chance of successfully absorbing the Golden Dragon King's power."

"But plans can't keep up with changes. Your seal has been secretly stimulated time and again, causing the Golden Dragon King's power to be unsealed at a speed far exceeding expectations. The power of the Golden Dragon King Seal becomes more and more Berserk as time goes on."

"You have now broken fourteen seals. I do not recommend that you touch the remaining four, as they already involve God Level- level power. A slight mistake could lead to annihilation."

Tang Wulin gave a bitter smile, his tone filled with helplessness. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to unseal it so hastily. But the power of the seal won't wait for me to be ready; it will only keep pushing forward according to its own trajectory. All I can do is barely hold on."

Tang San's Divine sense sighed again, "Indeed. Judging from the current situation, the fifteenth seal will break on its own in at most two years. You don't have much time left."

Tang Wulin is already twenty-three years old this year. Two years means that the fifteenth seal will inevitably break through her shackles when she turns twenty-five.

Upon hearing this, even with Tang Wulin's usually resilient mindset, she couldn't help but feel a heavy pressure, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her shoulders, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Just then, Tang San's Divine sense spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of guidance. "Wulin, you don't need to be too anxious. Although you were framed by villains, causing the seal to open prematurely and putting you in a passive position, fortunately, your situation is not without hope."

"What turning point?" Tang Wulin's heart stirred, and he asked with a hint of doubt.

"It is the Overlord Dragon Spirit."

Tang San's Divine sense explained, "Back then, I didn't want it to absorb too much of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, after all, that bloodline contains the Golden Dragon King's Berserk will. If this Soul Spirit becomes too powerful, it might go out of control and even turn against you, adding unnecessary variables."

"However, since things have come to this point, we can only act as a temporary measure. If you really cannot withstand the power of the Golden Dragon King, and it becomes a last resort, I can help you transfer the power Golden Dragon King Seal to the Overlord Dragon Spirit."

"At least from the current situation, even if it goes berserk, its essence remains loyal to you, which may be the only way out."

"Hmm." Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, but still nodded in agreement. She was currently carrying too much on her shoulders and could not die so easily.

(PS: The Overlord Dragon Spirit's rampage wasn't an accident; it was a small foreshadowing.)

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the athletes' rest area was completely different.

When Yu Longyue (Tang Wulin) won, one person's emotions were exceptionally high, even surpassing those of the winner himself.

"He won! He really won!"

Qiangu Zhangting suddenly stood up from his seat, his face beaming with barely suppressed elation, his hands clenched into fists, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

"An opportunity! I still have a chance!" he muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with intense excitement.

The Round-Robin Tournament consists of nine rounds, and we are currently on the Seventh Round.

In these seven rounds of competition, Qiangu Zhangting achieved a record of six wins and one loss, while the Big White Goose also achieved a record of six wins and one loss.

In the entire Sixth Group, only Yu Longyue maintained a perfect Record of seven wins and no losses. The other contestants had more or less two or three losses, which widened the gap between them and the three of them.

But this is not the key reason for Qiangu Zhangting's excitement.

What truly gave him hope was that, to date, he had not yet fought against Yu Longyue.

The rules of the Round-Robin Tournament are that players in the same group must Zhan Yi in each round. In other words, his duel with Yu Longyue will take place in the last two rounds.

If he can remain undefeated in the eighth and ninth rounds and win against Yu Longyue, then a very delicate situation will emerge at the final moment:

In Sixth Group, Yu Longyue will have eight wins and one loss (his only loss came from Qiangu Zhangting).

Bianka also has eight wins and one loss (the only loss came from Yu Longyue);

His Qiangu Zhangting will also have eight wins and one loss (the only loss comes from Bianka).

All three players have a record of eight wins and one loss, creating a cyclical pattern of mutual checks and balances.

If this happens, he will have room to maneuver and a better chance of making it into the final top ten.

"Yu Longyue, thank you so much."

A glint of light flashed in Qiangu Zhangting's eyes, and a determined smile curled at the corner of his lips. "However, there is one person I will never let go of: Nana. For her sake, I must seize this opportunity, no matter the cost."

After saying that, he straightened his clothes, stopped lingering, and turned to walk quickly towards the Presidium. He was going to find his grandfather to ask for some necessary help and to make full preparations for the upcoming competition.

This time, he would not miss the opportunity again.

In the dimly lit room, light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting long, thin shadows on the pristine white floor.

"Hmm~ Did we win?"

The silver-haired, purple-eyed beauty slowly opened her eyes, her gaze languid as she casually cast her gaze toward the enormous floor-to-ceiling window.

Beneath her, Nan Fusheng had already closed his eyes, his breathing even, clearly having entered a state of rest, though a trace of undisguised fatigue still lingered between his brows.

"That's true. After all, it's that guy's power. For those who haven't reached the God Level, it's practically a dimensional reduction attack."

Gu Yue parted her lips slightly, let out a lazy yawn, then adjusted her posture and leaned comfortably against Nan Fusheng again, her posture casual and natural.

At this moment, she still maintained her Dragon Transformation form, except that the pair of Dragon Wings that had once spread out on her back had been folded up, and only a silver dragon tail gently wrapped around Nan Fusheng's left leg, outlining a smooth line.

"Honestly, couldn't you be a little gentler? You almost broke Brother Fusheng's body just now." Na'er muttered with slight dissatisfaction from the other side.

She was still in her Dragon Transformation form at this moment.

"Hmph~ I'll be gentle? Does that mean your strength isn't heavy?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue glanced sideways at Na'er, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery. "I wonder who was it who was saying, ' Brother Fusheng, hurry up, harder~' while clamping her thighs tightly around his waist and refusing to let go. Tsk tsk~ the force you used back then, even Black-Grade Mecha would probably be flattened."

"Well, wasn't it just that I couldn't help myself?"

Na'er's beautiful face instantly flushed crimson, like a ripe apple. She retorted somewhat awkwardly, "Besides, if you hadn't made me use my Dragon Transformation along with you, my power would have been even less."

Dragon Transformation is an extremely powerful amplification method. Once activated, it can significantly enhance Spirit Master's various attributes in all aspects, and their power will naturally surge accordingly.

Even though they are more skilled at Element Manipulation, their bloodline level is still what it is. Once Dragon Transformation, the physical enhancement they receive is no less than that of Golden Dragon.

"Don't you find that comfortable?" Gu Yue persisted, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Yes... it's very comfortable."

Na'er nodded honestly. As Dragon Clan herself, the moment she unleashed her Dragon Transformation, her Dragon Clan bloodline seemed to be fully activated, and the feeling of being filled with power and feeling exhilarated was truly intoxicating.

Especially in her Dragon Transformation form, when she and Gu Yue surrounded Nan Fusheng, the unique intimacy stirred strange ripples in her heart.

"Hmm~"

Thinking of that indescribable feeling, Na'er couldn't help but murmur aloud. Her silver dragon tail unconsciously began to gently rub against itself, as if savoring the memory or venting some kind of emotion.

"That settles it."

Gu Yue gave a soft hum, and the dragon tail Bind around Nan Fusheng's thigh tightened slightly, creating a subtle sensation.

"Furthermore, staying together in our Dragon Transformation forms will allow Fusheng to gradually get used to it, reducing his future resistance. When we reveal our true identities in the future, he might be more accepting. Don't you want to have that day, playing freely with him in your true form?"

"Playing with Brother Fusheng in his real form?"

Na'er conjured up the image in her mind, her cheeks instantly turning bright red as if they were about to bleed. She said to Gu Yue coquettishly, "You Silver Dragon, are you trying to scare Brother Fusheng to death?"

Revealing his true identity and playing around with Brother Fusheng? Gu Yue's idea is far too audacious!

What are their true forms? They are the Silver Dragon King themselves, towering thousands of feet tall and blotting out the sky!

How could Nan Fusheng, who is less than two meters tall, possibly play with them?

Could it be that they're going to stuff his whole body in...? Na'er didn't dare to think any further, only feeling her cheeks burning intensely.

If things really came to that, even if it didn't scare Nan Fusheng half to death, it would probably make him collapse to the ground on the spot, completely powerless.

"I already said it's something for the future, why are you taking it so seriously?" Gu Yue shrugged lightly, her face full of indifference. "Besides, can you honestly say you've never been tempted?"

Upon hearing this, Na'er immediately fell silent.

Gu Yue's idea was certainly audacious to the point of being outrageous, but she had to admit that her heart skipped a beat when she heard those words, and a strange sense of anticipation actually welled up inside her.

"Then... we can't force Brother Fusheng; we have to let him make his own choice."

Na'er turned her head slightly away, avoiding Gu Yue's gaze, her silver dragon tail still tightly Bind her.

"Of course." Gu Yue smiled, then reached out and gently patted Na'er's dragon tail. "Alright, enough joking. Now it's my turn. Do you want to come along, or just watch from the sidelines?"

"Of course we'll go together! You were clearly dominating me just now, and now I'm getting my revenge!"

Na'er immediately snapped out of her daze and said in a somewhat indignant tone, as the dragon's tail slowly loosened and she reached out her hand.

"Hiss~"

The moment his Martial Soul was touched, Nan Fusheng awake from his rest. Looking at the two beauties before him, whose eyes were filled with obvious anticipation, he gave an awkward smile, "Um, Gu Yue, Na'er, we've been sparring for so long, can you let me rest a little longer?"

However, Gu Yue and Na'er clearly had no intention of letting him off easily.

Gu Yue smiled and said, "Has it been a long time? Including the time you took to enter this room, Fusheng, we've only sparred for a little over four hours. For Spirit Master, this amount of exertion is nothing."

"Yeah, Brother Fusheng, don't even think about slacking off!"

Na'er also smiled brightly, but her tone left no room for refusal. "You already rested for five minutes, so you need to make up for it now. Okay, hurry up and get ready, or... do you need us to help you?"

"Ah?"

Before Nan Fusheng could fully understand what they meant by "giving a helping hand," two dragon tails with a slightly cool touch had already wrapped around his waist without warning.

Immediately afterwards, Na'er and Gu Yue, one above and one below, tacitly surrounded him, their familiar aura instantly enveloping him...