Spirit Fusion? The Golden Holy Dragon's Complete Form!

The VIP Seats were in chaos.

Outside the Martial Arts Arena, however, cheers thundered like a tidal wave.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was immersed in joy and pride, cheering wildly for Yu Xiaoheng's sudden rise.

No one noticed the commotion in the corner of the VIP Seats, much less cared about the little girl who had been slapped to the ground, blood at the corner of her mouth.

No, one person noticed.

On the Awakening Platform, the smile on Yu Xiaoheng's face had vanished at some point.

He had wanted to show off properly for once.

Today, his Level Nine and a Half Soul Power had made him an overnight sensation, while his Martial Soul had evolved toward the legendary Golden Holy Dragon, slapping the faces of everyone who had once looked down on him.

That was right, he wanted to flaunt it!

Otherwise, what were all the hardships I endured for?

The clan members spoke respectfully to his face, but behind his back, they said he disliked cultivation and would achieve little in the future. His father's eyes always held disappointment he could scarcely conceal. Yu Xiaogang, who spent every day with him, treated him well enough, yet always carried the pity a genius felt for the mediocre.

The elders and seniors of the clan had not treated Yu Xiaoheng badly, but they had always denied him—denied the efforts he had made while struggling for his future.

People were not plants or stones. How could they be without feelings?

He should have been high-spirited, enjoying the moment when all eyes were upon him.

Yet as he looked at the figure in the distance, lying on the ground and stubbornly covering her face while still gazing toward him, Yu Xiaoheng felt a jumble of emotions.

Just then, the corner of his eye inadvertently swept over the Crystal Ball before him.

Hm?

He froze slightly.

The light representing Soul Power... had brightened by another trace?

How was that possible?

The change was exceedingly slight. Had he not been standing so close, with spiritual power far beyond that of ordinary people, he would never have noticed it.

Just as he focused to look more closely, a figure ran happily toward him.

"Brother Xiaoheng, you're amazing!"

It was Liu Erlong.

The instant she drew near, a sudden change erupted!

Yu Xiaoheng felt the still-unformed aura of the Golden Holy Dragon within him tremble sharply, unexpectedly resonating in a wondrous way with the Fire Dragon aura emanating from Liu Erlong.

A warm current quietly flowed through his Meridians.

In that flash of lightning, a detail he had overlooked exploded in his mind!

He vaguely recalled that when he had swallowed those two strange medicinal herbs on the back mountain, it had likewise been Liu Erlong's approach and the mingling of their auras that had allowed him to instantly refine the tremendous Medicinal Power, saving him from exploding to death.

At this moment, he could clearly sense it.

A large amount of Medicinal Power still remained in his body, not yet fully absorbed!

With that thought, Yu Xiaoheng no longer hesitated in the slightest.

He suddenly stepped forward, while the hand testing his Soul Power remained pressed against the Crystal Golden Ball used for Spirit Awakening.

"Erlong, don't come over!"

"Stop her! Don't disturb Xiaoheng!"

Seeing Liu Erlong about to throw herself into Yu Xiaoheng's arms, several clan elders changed expression and hurriedly shouted. Some were already preparing to rush forward and pull her away.

At that moment, Yu Xiaoheng abruptly raised his hand, his voice ringing like a great bell.

"Erlong, Spirit Fusion!"

The entire venue fell silent at those words.

Liu Erlong's joyful running steps came to an abrupt halt, and confusion flashed across her face.

But that confusion lasted only an instant.

She quickly remembered what Yu Xiaoheng had taught her before—

Even if their Martial Souls were not closely related, as long as the two shared flawless coordination and connected hearts, they might be able to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

So...

Liu Erlong had long since practiced "Spirit Fusion" with Yu Xiaoheng many times according to the records in the clan's ancient texts.

At once, she fully merged her mind into that crimson Fire Dragon Spirit.

In an instant.

The clan members who had been about to stop Liu Erlong froze mid-motion, each of them standing dumbly in place.

An eerie silence swept over the area like a tidal wave!

"How is this possible?!"

In the VIP Seats, Qian Xunji, who had been negotiating with Yu Yuanzhen over Bibi Dong, was dumbfounded.

He stared fixedly at the Martial Arts Arena as though he had witnessed something incomprehensibly bizarre!

Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Zhenyuan, and Tang Wei also seemed as if someone had seized them by the throat, turning back in shock.

On the Martial Arts Platform, Liu Erlong's imposing Fire Dragon Spirit suddenly transformed into a crimson afterimage.

As the afterimage scattered, it instantly fused into a torrent of pure red energy that surged into the tiny Golden Holy Dragon Spirit behind Yu Xiaoheng!

Bzzzz—!

The Golden Holy Dragon Hatchling, whose form had originally been unstable, underwent a heaven-shaking transformation under the nourishment of that tremendous energy.

Its still-young foreclaws rapidly grew flesh, bone, and sinew, completely evolving into true dragon claws!

Each claw split into five talons, their lines sharp and fierce, covered in fine gilded scales that gleamed with an immortal radiance.

Only then did this Martial Soul finally stabilize.

Its body was still illusory, though, radiating waves of energy.

The next second, the power of the fusion erupted once more!

The Golden Holy Dragon's body shuddered violently. Amid a resounding Dragon's Roar, its form abruptly surged upward!

No longer was it that round, adorably clumsy hatchling.

Its muscles and bones stretched, its Dragon Body straightened, transforming into a true Golden Holy Dragon that looked down upon all living things...

Roar—!

The Dragon's Roar shook heaven and earth.

The Golden Holy Dragon, which had suddenly transformed from a hatchling, carried an overwhelming majesty the moment it appeared.

Two pairs of Dragon Horns seemed cast from crimson gold, rising ruggedly toward the sky. Fine golden arcs of lightning coiled and flickered around their tips, as though they could tear apart the clouds.

The scales covering its body seemed formed from countless rays of dawn, each one flowing with a sacred halo.

Its radiance swept outward like a tide, enveloping the entire Awakening Platform in a warm golden curtain of light.

With a casual sweep of its long dragon tail, it stirred up an invisible, surging wave of air.

The weaker clan members felt their chests tighten, their bodies unconsciously bending forward.

That Dragon's Might, originating from the deepest part of their bloodline, descended like a mountain upon the heart of every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Even the air seemed several degrees thicker.

Even more terrifying was the layer of fiery red mist swirling around the Dragon Body.

The flames did not scorch, yet they carried the dreadful sense that they could burn all things to ash.

Interwoven with the dragon's own power of light, they sometimes became streams of intertwined gold and crimson light, and sometimes condensed into tiny fiery feathers that drifted slowly down.

Holiness and intimidation—two utterly different powers—had fused together perfectly at this moment.

In the VIP Seats, Qian Xunji frowned deeply.

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill? This... how is this possible?!"

At last, someone broke free from the overwhelming shock and cried out.

That one statement woke everyone like a thunderclap.

After the deathly silence came an uproar that shook the heavens.

Below the Martial Arts Platform, chaos and discussion rose like an incantation—scattered at first, then dense and unceasing, until they became an unbroken roar.

Qian Xunji could no longer maintain the Pope's dignity.

It really was... Spirit Fusion?

With Qian Xunji's knowledge, he should have recognized the change in Yu Xiaoheng at a glance. But who could have imagined that two children who had only just awakened their Martial Souls could unleash such a technique?