Dragon Soul

The once calm and still Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was suddenly stirred up by an invisible giant hand.

The crimson and ice-blue lake waters no longer lay quietly on the lakebed, clearly separated, but suddenly churned and spun, before roaring into the sky.

Two thick columns of water rose from the ground, and two enormous figures gradually emerged from the churning lake water.

Upon seeing this, the man in purple and the five Ferocious Beast behind him almost simultaneously took a few steps back.

The six Ferocious Beast bowed in unison, their voices unified, filled with an almost reverent awe. "Welcome, Dragon Lord!"

Suspended above the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well at this moment is a giant dragon formed from the condensation of two colors of lake water, one head ice blue and the other fiery red.

This was not a power that the lake water itself could possess, because what was emanating at this moment was the true aura of the Dragon Clan.

Zang Xin's expression finally changed completely. Almost instinctively, he stretched out his arm and shielded Huo Yuhao behind him.

His voice deepened, but without a trace of fear. "Is this your source of confidence?"

The man in purple laughed. His smile contained pride, relief, and the exhilarating feeling of finally being able to vent his frustrations after being suppressed for so long.

"So what if it is? You, Douluo of Emotion, even if you are Limit Douluo, you will stay here today."

Zang Xin laughed angrily, "With them?"

The purple-clad man's confidence grew even stronger. He slightly raised his chin and said, "Heh, the Douluo of Emotion is truly arrogant."

"Do you know the origins of the two Dragon Lord?"

Zang Xin looked up at the two enormous creatures in the sky, but did not reply.

The more he perceived, the more his heart sank.

He roamed the continent for most of his life, and his strength Limit Douluo allowed him to roam almost anywhere.

But at this moment, he clearly felt threatened.

Seeing that Zang Xin did not reply, the man in purple smiled even more broadly.

He cleared his throat and said, "The Dragon God has nine sons, who are the Nine Great Dragon Kings."

"After the Dragon God's fall, the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King died in battle one after another."

"The reason why the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was able to form is because this is the place where the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings perished!"

"And what you face now," the purple-robed man pointed to the two giant dragons coiled above the lake, his lips curving into an almost arrogant smile, "Is the Dragon Soul of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings."

He paused, his gaze falling on Zang Xin's face, and coldly snorted, "Even if only the Dragon Soul remains now, it's still God Level power. Leaving you, the Douluo of Emotion, alive today is naturally no problem."

As the purple-clad man finished speaking, Zang Xin's expression finally turned completely serious.

He truly hadn't expected that deep within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, which the Tang Sect had controlled for ten thousand years, there would still be God Level power remaining.

At that moment, something happened in the crowd that no one noticed.

Gu Yue and Na'er exchanged a glance.

They never expected that this trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well would lead them to encounter a "cooked dragon".

As a half-body of the Dragon God, the Silver Dragon King could be considered the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King's children in terms of seniority.

The two of them simultaneously raised their heads and looked at the two enormous dragon shadows hovering above the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

A hint of pity flashed in both their purple and silver eyes.

That was the most instinctive resonance deep within the bloodline of the same race, a bond that could not be severed even after tens of thousands of years of life and death.

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a terrifying Sword Intent suddenly erupted from Zang Xin's body.

The Sword Intent soared into the sky, so sharp it almost tore the seven-colored mist above their heads in two.

As Zang Xin's Sword Intent surged forth, his body was swiftly covered by a layer of crystal-clear silver armor, and behind the armor, three pairs of broad wings slowly unfurled.

The silver armor seemed alive, with layers of light flowing inside, and countless intricate and gorgeous patterns appearing on its surface.

Finally, a silver-white mask was also placed over Zang Xin's face. The patterns on the mask meandered like vines, eventually blooming into the shape of an exquisitely carved rose.

This is precisely the Four-Word Battle Armor of the Douluo of Emotion Zang Xin— "Love's Sorrow Misty Rain"!

Zang Xin didn't say another word. With a gentle flap of his three pairs of wings, he was lifted into the air and soared into the sky, facing off against the two enormous dragons. His aura was in no way inferior to theirs.

Meanwhile, on the lakeshore below, the expressions of the six Ferocious Beast all changed at that moment.

The purple-clad man's face drained of color instantly, and his lips trembled involuntarily. "God Level? How is that possible?!"

In mid-air, Zang Xin slowly lowered his head, his gaze piercing through the cold armor beneath his mask and landing on the face of the man in purple.

The man behind Dou Kaijia seemed to have regained his previous gentle tone. "Nothing is impossible. The development of human Soul Tool Technology far exceeds your imagination."

The once confident Ferocious Beast now looked ashen-faced.

Just as the Douluo of Emotion Zang Xin was suspended in mid-air, his Sword Intent rising steadily, about to make his move, a clear voice rang out from behind.

"Senior, there's no need for you to intervene!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to that voice at the same instant.

Na'er, her long silver hair flowing, stepped out from the crowd.

"Na'er!"

From behind, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li called out.

A rare hint of anxiety flashed across her usually calm and gentle face; now was not the time to let this little rascal cause trouble.

However, Na'er turned around and gave her teacher's wife a reassuring look.

Zang Xin hovered in mid-air, unsure of what Na'er was up to, but he refrained from launching any further attacks.

Just then, Gu Yue stepped forward and reached out to grasp Na'er's right hand.

Huo Yuhao watched this scene, a strange feeling, which he couldn't quite put his finger on, welled up inside him.

He wondered, weren't those two people always at odds? When did they become so close?

The next moment, two completely different auras surged into the sky from the two girls.

A violent and domineering golden energy erupted from Na'er's body.

A silvery glow rose from Gu Yue's body, surrounded by swirling seven-colored light.

Moreover, these two seemingly unrelated energies actually show subtle signs of merging.

The moment these two auras erupted from Gu Yue and Na'er, the two Dragon Soul that were confronting Zang Xin in mid-air were both stunned for a moment.

Their gazes shifted away from Zang Xin.

Two pairs of dragon eyes, one blue and one red, slowly turned towards the two girls standing side by side, their hands clasped tightly.

"Splash!"

The lake water above the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well crashed down from mid-air, slamming heavily back into the lakebed and splashing up large waves.

The two Dragon Soul that were originally carrying the lake water withdrew their overwhelming God Level aura amidst the roar of the water crashing down. They swooped down from mid-air like two streaks of light and instantly reached Gu Yue and Na'er's side.

They did not attack, nor were they hostile.

The two Dragon Soul excitedly circled around the two girls, even revealing a hint of affection.

Even if only two Dragon Soul remain, the mark etched into the bloodline of the Dragon Clan will never fade.

They had clearly recognized the bloodline power within Gu Yue and Na'er!