Forcefully Killing Yu Xiaogang—Not Even Gods Can Stop Him

"That's the Golden Sacred Dragon!"

"The legendary three-way Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

"Legends of the continent from the past have all appeared today—and they were forced out by that young man alone!"

"What an overwhelming presence that Sacred Dragon has!"

The moment the Golden Sacred Dragon appeared, the entire Spirit Plaza erupted into commotion.

There had once been a legend circulating across Douluo Continent.

Once the Golden Sacred Dragon was successfully summoned, the Martial Soul compatibility of Yu Xiaogang and the others would reach ninety-nine percent. With Yu Xiaogang as the core, when the skill was activated, the three would attach all their soul rings to Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul, Luo San Pao, temporarily evolving Luo San Pao into a Divine Sacred Dragon with strength not inferior to that of a Titled Douluo.

Flender granted the Golden Sacred Dragon the ability to fly, Liu Erlong provided the dragon body, and Yu Xiaogang provided Luo San Pao as the vessel, along with his wisdom. Once Luo San Pao completed its evolution, Flender and Liu Erlong had to devote themselves fully to channeling their Soul Power into the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, while Yu Xiaogang controlled it with his consciousness. The Golden Sacred Dragon's attacks carried both lightning and fire attributes. During the skill's duration, it generated protective golden light that rendered its users immune to outside attacks.

The power of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill increased cumulatively with every additional soul ring. This Golden Sacred Dragon before them already possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo.

The instant the Golden Sacred Dragon rose into the air, it undoubtedly became the brightest focus of the entire arena.

Four claws extended beneath the Golden Sacred Dragon's belly, while thick dragon scales covered its entire body. Its golden dragon eyes brimmed with majesty, and its powerful dragon's might spread in all directions. Streaks of golden lightning danced around its body as it shone brilliantly in midair, like a golden sun.

Boom!!!

Under countless stunned gazes, Bibi Dong's Pope's Scepter was the first to collide with the Destruction Scepter.

With a crisp crack, the Pope's Scepter instantly shattered in midair.

However, the blow happened to knock the Destruction Scepter away from its original course, sending it at an angle into the Golden Sacred Dragon's tail.

The scene countless people had expected—this world's number one mutated Beast Spirit sweeping the Destruction Scepter away with a single tail strike—never occurred. What replaced it was an even more shocking result.

"Roar!!!"

A string of blinding sparks burst forth, and the Golden Sacred Dragon let out a pained roar. The Golden Triangle Formation led by Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang trembled from the impact. The three groaned almost simultaneously, their faces turning deathly pale in an instant.

Just the residual force!

Although Bibi Dong's Pope's Scepter had absorbed most of the attack, the Destruction Scepter still left a string of purple wounds across the Golden Sacred Dragon's body.

Purple wounds that could not heal.

They were deep enough to reveal bone.

"Enough! Chen Changfeng!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, stepping fearlessly in front of the Golden Sacred Dragon. Yue Guan and Gui Mei, the two great Titled Douluo, moved with her, standing behind Bibi Dong without hesitation.

Chen Changfeng raised a hand and recalled the Destruction Scepter.

His gaze fixed coldly on the three before him.

"Have I not made myself clear enough?"

Bibi Dong said in a low voice, "Today is merely the finals of the Continental Soul Master Elite Tournament. You have already caused deaths, and this will severely damage Spirit Hall's reputation. I order you to stop immediately!"

"Reputation?!"

Chen Changfeng sneered and said darkly, "Bibi Dong, you had better understand your place!"

"This is the second time you have stopped me. If there is a next time, then step down from your position!"

"No one can stop me from killing the people I want dead!"

Bibi Dong said, "You—"

"Get lost!"

Chen Changfeng barked, his fury erupting completely!

The next second.

With a hum, pure purple Soul Power of destruction burst forth instantly. Then, everyone felt that Chen Changfeng's body before them suddenly became unreal. The space around him seemed to twist slightly as dazzling purple light and a powerful, sacred pressure crashed toward them. Even someone as strong as Bibi Dong could not help but be shaken to the core at that moment.

That was power from that level!

Could this be his true strength?

In an instant, the purple Light of Annihilation erupting from Chen Changfeng expanded at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. In the blink of an eye, it had already enveloped the entire Spirit Plaza.

The purple light gleamed intensely, and Chen Changfeng's entire body was dyed a pure violet.

Martial Soul Possession at its strongest state, along with the Source of Destruction Domain.

The immense pressure even caused the Golden Sacred Dragon in the air to writhe and wail uncontrollably.

A purple pillar of light, over thirty feet in diameter, shot into the heavens.

The powerful impact surged straight into the clouds.

As this strange phenomenon arose, all of Spirit City trembled.

"That domain again! It can actually cut off every sensory ability!"

Bibi Dong cried out in alarm. The reason for her panic was that the moment Chen Changfeng uttered the word "lost," she could no longer lock onto his position with her spiritual power. It was as though he had vanished.

Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, Flender, and even the Golden Sacred Dragon were swallowed by the purple light in the blink of an eye. Everything around them suddenly turned purple. Within that golden light, the Golden Sacred Dragon was the first to feel the enormous pressure coming from all directions. Its senses were confined to a tiny range, and even its spiritual detection could only extend three meters around its body. The mighty and domineering Sacred Dragon seemed to have entered another world.

And the ruler of that world was Chen Changfeng within the Source of Destruction Domain.

It was the truest and most direct feeling rising from the depths of Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Not only them—even the soul masters outside Spirit Plaza felt the same. Within this domain world, they felt as though their bodies could burst apart and die at any moment.

The fear came from their souls.

"Roar!!!"

The next second, an incomparably agonized dragon roar rang through the entire Spirit Plaza.

It struck directly into every soul master's heart. Everyone's hearts clenched sharply with that roar, as though someone had gripped their hearts and squeezed with all their might.

No!

That was not a roar of pain.

Almost instantly, everyone realized the most crucial point: that roar was a mournful cry in the face of death, a last desperate cry before the light went out. The Golden Sacred Dragon seemed to be finished.

What exactly had happened?

The Source of Destruction Domain lasted for less than ten seconds before every strange phenomenon vanished.

The scene within Spirit Plaza became clear once more.

At that moment, everyone's pupils contracted. They stared at Chen Changfeng's figure in horror. He was no longer in his original position, but had crossed past Bibi Dong and the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo to arrive before the Golden Iron Triangle.

This time, he had not used a soul skill, because there was simply no need against someone like Yu Xiaogang.

However, scepter-type Martial Souls were generally support-type Martial Souls. Even mutated ones were never used as weapons. The Destruction Scepter in Chen Changfeng's hand was the first.

Chen Changfeng stood where Yu Xiaogang had originally been.

The Destruction Scepter was held at a casual angle, pointing toward the sky.

Yet Yu Xiaogang, his chest pierced through, hung from it.

"Y-you..."

Yu Xiaogang stared at the young man before him with utter disbelief as blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth.

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