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They had slumbered for countless years and should have faded away long ago. To contribute once more to the Dragon Race now was a worthy death. In the next instant, both remnant souls unleashed their final burst of radiance. Crimson and ice-blue light flashed, and the enormous dragon-bone phantoms crumbled inch by inch. Together with the remnant souls, their origins, and their Spirit Bone power, they rapidly compressed and condensed. Finally, they became two thumb-sized crystal cores, one crimson as fire, the other ice-blue as jade. They floated quietly in midair before drifting toward Gu Yuena. Within those cores lay everything belonging to the two First-Level God Dragon Kings. Yet Wu Zhangkong seemed unable to feel pain; all his attention was on the person in his arms. This was his proudest student, the boy he had watched make his way from Eastsea Academy to Shrek, growing from an innocent youth into a man who could hold up the heavens. No matter how many dangers he had faced before, there had always been light in Tang Wulin's eyes, always that stubborn refusal to admit defeat. But now? The young man's eyes were tightly shut, his brows faintly furrowed. His breath was as frail as a candle guttering in the wind. Who knew how many bones in his body had broken? He felt as light as a feather, as though a single touch would shatter him. The boy who had once shattered mountainsides with a punch, who carried the golden dragon king bloodline, now resembled a porcelain vase on the verge of breaking. Even his breaths carried bloody froth. "Wulin..." Wu Zhangkong's voice shook uncontrollably, and his eyes reddened at once. This man, always cold and aloof, who would not flinch even if the sky collapsed, now cried like a child. Tears