Yu Xiaogang declared with absolute confidence:
"As long as the resources are in place, I can definitely do it!"
"Give me three months, and I'll definitely break through to level thirty!"
"If Yu Xiaotian from that world can do it, then so can I!"
Yu Yuanzhen: ...
Yu Luomian: ...
The many elders: ...
They had truly learned what it meant to make a fool of oneself through a clumsy imitation!
The elders could not even be bothered to say more!
Though looking at Yu Xiaogang irritated them, with benefits on the line, they could only hold their noses and accept it.
This farce temporarily settled down through an exchange of interests.
If they could truly produce another Golden Sacred Dragon,
then their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would rise again.
Meanwhile.
White World.
Yu Xiaogang had already come to terms with it.
He decided to completely cut ties with his Parallel World self.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Xiaotian and could not help saying:
"Big Brother, let's watch your Sky Screen instead. It'll cleanse our eyes."
Yu Xiaotian watched as the Sky Screen returned to the White World.
He was quite surprised as well.
He had thought it would show more of Yu Xiaogang's embarrassing moments.
[White World]
[The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan began hunting soul beasts.]
["Young Master, we found a four-hundred-year-old Iron Armored Dragon ahead."]
[Yu Xiaotian merely gave it an indifferent glance and shook his head. "Too weak. It isn't worthy of my Three-Eyed Demon."]
["Then what about this six-hundred-year-old Swift Wind Dragon?"]
["Too fragile. What I want is ultimate strength and plunder."]
When the Black World viewers saw this scene,
their feelings were complicated.
"Look at him. He doesn't even care for a four-hundred-year-old Iron Armored Dragon."
"Then look at Yu Xiaogang from our side. He got excited like an idiot over a four-hundred-year-old Butt Pig."
[At last, the target appeared.]
[Deep within that Soul Hunting Forest,]
[a massive beast covered in scales, with barbs along its back and a bloody aura radiating from its body, was feeding.]
[It was a Devouring Dragon!]
[And it was a mutated Devouring Dragon with twelve hundred years of cultivation!]
[Beneath its feet lay the corpse of a two-thousand-year-old Sabertooth Tiger King that had only just died.]
[With a sudden inhale, the dense Soul Power within the Sabertooth Tiger King transformed into a visible crimson torrent and was swallowed in a single gulp!]
"Hiss—!"
The viewers from both worlds sucked in a sharp breath at the same time.
A two-thousand-year-old tiger king was like a plaything before it.
Such ferocity had long surpassed the limits of ordinary thousand-year soul beasts.
It was no less formidable than an average ten-thousand-year soul beast!
["That's the one."]
["Father, elders, help me!"]
[Battle erupted at once.]
[Lightning descended as the elders moved to suppress it.]
[But this Devouring Dragon was incomparably savage. Even while suppressed by several Soul Douluos, it continued roaring madly, attempting to self-destruct.]
[Yet Yu Yuanzhen casually suppressed it.]
[Yu Xiaotian held a short sword, his body flashing like lightning as he precisely stabbed the Devouring Dragon's weak point.]
[Clean and decisive, a single strike killed it!]
Seeing this,
Yu Xiaogang of the Black World twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He recalled the time he had killed that Butt Pig.
He had only attacked after the pig had been scared into wetting itself, and even then, he had slashed crookedly several times.
[A purple Soul Ring slowly rose.]
[This was a terrifying age nearly three times beyond the limit of a first soul ring! And it came from an extremely powerful Devouring Dragon!]
[Yu Xiaotian sat cross-legged, using his Soul Power to draw the Soul Ring into his body.]
[Boom!]
[Even through the Sky Screen, everyone could feel the terrifying impact that erupted in that instant.]
[Yu Xiaotian's body instantly tensed, and fine beads of blood seeped from his skin. His meridians were enduring immense pressure.]
[His brows were tightly furrowed and his face was pale. Clearly, he was undergoing an impact beyond ordinary imagination.]
[The Devouring Dragon's remnant soul roared madly within his Sea of Consciousness. "Devour! I will devour you!"]
[But Yu Xiaotian did not retreat. His will was as firm as stone.]
["A mere remnant soul dares to act so presumptuously?"]
["My martial soul is the Golden Sacred Dragon! Kneel!"]
[Roar—!]
[An ancient dragon's roar erupted from within Yu Xiaotian.]
[It was the phantom of the Golden Sacred Dragon!]
[Devour! Refine! Fuse!]
[The Soul Ring settled into place!]
[Yu Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.]
[His Soul Power fluctuations erupted like a geyser!]
[An elder cried out, "He broke through the level ten bottleneck!"]
[But this was only the beginning.]
[Those fluctuations showed no sign of stopping.]
[Yu Xiaotian broke through the level eleven barrier with unstoppable momentum.]
[Another muffled boom sounded, and his Soul Power fluctuations rose once more.]
[They firmly settled at level twelve!]
[The elders beamed with delight, nodding and praising him one after another.]
["He jumped two levels in a row!"]
["The Young Master crossed two levels at once and reached level twelve!"]
["Such an achievement is rare even in the clan's history!"]
[Yu Yuanzhen stroked his beard and laughed heartily. "Good! Starting at level twelve with such a solid foundation, his future is limitless!"]
[Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded. His older brother was this strong?]
[Yet just as everyone thought the matter had settled,]
[and prepared to step forward to congratulate him,]
[Sudden change!]
[The Golden Sacred Dragon phantom within Yu Xiaotian suddenly roared again.]
[The Soul Ring that had already calmed down began spinning frantically once more.]
[Before its death, that Devouring Dragon had just devoured a two-thousand-year-old Sabertooth Tiger King.]
[That vast reserve of blood essence energy had not yet been digested.]
[Now, the Golden Sacred Dragon thoroughly squeezed it out, transforming it into one final burst of pure driving force.]
[Boom—!]
[The Soul Power fluctuations that had stabilized at level twelve unbelievably surged upward again!]
[The air shook, and light appeared.]
[At last, his aura completely stabilized.]
[Soul Power Level—thirteen!]
[The entire scene fell silent.]
[The smiles of the elders, who had just been praising "level twelve is good," froze on their faces.]
[Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.]
["Th-this... how is that possible?!"]
["Level thirteen?! Absorbing one first soul ring and directly soaring three levels? Is he even human?"]
["That Devouring Dragon actually contained such terrifying leftover power?"]
["The Young Master had built up his strength to the absolute limit!"]
Yu Xiaogang of the Black World was completely numb.
His mouth hung open, and his fingers drooped weakly.
"Level thirteen... He started at level thirteen..."
"At the starting line, was the gap between him and me already this huge?"
[At this moment, Yu Xiaotian let out a long breath, power surging wildly within him.]
[An unprecedented hunger swept through him.]
[It was not the hunger of his stomach, but his martial soul's extreme thirst for energy.]
[As he looked at the world around him, he seemed to see not trees and grass, but clusters of delicious energy.]
["Xiaotian!"]
[Yu Yuanzhen hurried forward, his eyes full of anticipation.]
["Quick! Show us your first soul skill!"]
[What kind of soul skill could a twelve-hundred-year-old mutated Devouring Dragon grant Yu Xiaotian?]
[Yu Yuanzhen felt as though someone were scratching at his heart.]
[He could not wait!]
[The elders also crowded around!]
At this moment, even the viewers of both worlds held their breath.
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