Good and Evil Dragon God Transformation

The Hongchen siblings were left with only residual strength, the trio led by Lin Xi had poured most of their soul power into their soul beasts, and Ma Rulong's condition had also plummeted.

Only Xiao Xiafeng remained in relatively good shape.

The giant ape had been slain by Gu Yuena, and the Sword of Judgment had been easily shattered by Mu Xuanheng.

The remaining five were either exhausted or had been rescued, and even though it looked like a seven-on-two situation, anyone could see they were at the end of their rope.

Using soul tool teleportation, the group gathered together, their momentum far inferior to that of Mu Xuanheng and his partner.

The soul ring configurations that defied common knowledge and the Battle Armor that existed outside the standard soul tool system had both become the opponent's trump cards for victory.

They had one final resort, and only one.

Before the tournament began, a Rank 9 soul engineer had approached them and handed them a set of combined soul tools.

"This is not my work, but the work of another Rank 9 soul engineer. She does not believe you can defeat Shrek in this tournament, so she asked me to give this to you."

The Hongchen siblings were indifferent, but Ma Rulong solemnly accepted it and asked what it was.

"A set of Rank 8 soul tools. When the seven of you combine your strength to the maximum limit, it can unleash power comparable to a Rank 9 soul tool. If you cannot defeat Shrek in the team battle, then use this."

Ma Rulong asked, "Why didn't this Rank 9 soul engineer come to teach us how to use it herself?"

"Because it is inconvenient for her to appear before the world, and helping you is not her wish either; she simply does not want Shrek to win the championship."

Ma Rulong did not know who this Rank 9 soul engineer was; his level was not yet high enough.

But the higher-ups of the Sun Moon Empire knew: it was the Limit Douluo Ye Xishui. There were few people who could make her take action personally, save for Mu En, who had appeared in the Extreme North.

This was a grudge accumulated from the previous era.

And this set of soul tools was not prepared for Mu Xuanheng, but for the main team members.

It was just that he and Gu Yuena were too strong, and the remaining members had worked hard enough to push the Hongchen siblings to this state.

Ma Rulong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Mu Xuanheng, Gu Yuena, I admit you are strong. Give you another five years, and in the next Soul Fighting tournament, even if we host it in the Sun Moon Empire, it would be impossible to defeat you. But not this time. Our Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy will definitely be victorious."

A box appeared in his hand, and small boxes appeared in the hands of the other six. The boxes shifted their forms, combining once more into a Steel Tree.

The tree took root, drawing nutrients from the heavens and earth. The seven surrounded the tree, using their spiritual power to control it and channel their soul power bit by bit.

"What is this?"

It wasn't just Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena who had this question; the audience, the Emperor, the other participating students, and even most of the teachers from the Sun Moon Empire did not know what this thing was.

But the terrifying power currently accumulating told everyone that this was by no means a simple soul tool.

Mu Xuanheng clenched his fists. He was excited, and Chaofeng was excited; there was no doubt that this soul tool was extremely dangerous.

"Gu Yuena."

No further words were needed. Soul power surged from both of them, and terrifying thunder gathered on the field.

Lightning had always been the element with the greatest destructive power.

The roaring lightning was repelled the moment it touched the seven people surrounding the tree, unable to strike them.

Yan Shaozhe immediately took flight, ready to intervene at any moment. Even he felt a trace of a threat.

"The soul tools you Sun Moon people are using have already exceeded the limits, haven't they?"

Elder Ma of the Sun Moon Empire also flew up. "Dean Yan, that is a bit harsh. The fact that our students can use them proves that they have not exceeded the limits."

Yan Shaozhe looked at the Steel Tree, whose momentum was still rising. "Bullshit! The power being accumulated here is no longer that of a normal Rank 8 soul tool. I don't believe your Sun Moon Empire students can craft a Rank 8 soul tool at this age. The match must be paused!"

As he spoke, he prepared to interrupt the match, but Xuanji Douluo raised his Xuanji Umbrella. "Your Excellency, your students have not given up yet. They do not believe they will lose."

"That's because they don't know how powerful their opponent's soul tool is!" Xuan Zi flew out from the side; he had been there all along and only emerged at this moment.

Xuanji stood firm against the pressure of the two Title Douluo. "Senior, with His Excellency Tian Sha here, nothing will go wrong. If you are worried, why don't we remove the protective barrier and let you guard them personally?"

He decisively seized the key point: what Xuan Zi wanted was not victory or fairness, but the absolute assurance that Mu Xuanheng would not die.

Following the removal of the protective barrier, more Title Douluo appeared to prevent any unexpected situations.

"You little brats, don't push yourselves. So what if we lose? There is still the next tournament. By the next one, no one will be a match for the two of you."

Hearing Xuan Zi's voice, Mu Xuanheng also noticed the changes around them. The protective barrier had been canceled, and the number of Title Douluo present was approaching ten. Huang Jinxu looked as if he were facing a great enemy.

"It seems no one believes in us," Mu Xuanheng said with some regret.

The Silver Dragon Spear in Gu Yuena's hand vanished. "Do you want to win?"

How could he not? The Sun Moon Empire had colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult; that high-altitude fall back then was the closest he had ever come to death. Mu En had lost his life, the main team members had been severely injured—all of this was thanks to the Holy Spirit Cult.

"Perhaps, we two have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill as well?"

She said this very calmly. From the very beginning, they had been able to feel the affinity between their martial souls. Mu Xuanheng had only assumed it was a connection between Chaofeng and the Silver Dragon King, never thinking in this direction.

He was not the Golden Dragon King; he was Chaofeng. Even with the power of the Dragon God, it did not necessarily mean he could achieve a Dragon God Transformation.

But he wanted to try.

The Steel Tree emitted a brilliant light, its power already surpassing that of a Rank 8 soul tool.

The officials began to prepare to evacuate the crowd.

The two of them looked at each other, and in their eyes, there was only one another.

"Mu Xuanheng, use my power..." Xue Di's voice became blurred.

"You little brat, hurry up and concede, I'm coming to break—" Xuan Zi's voice grew distant.

"Quickly prepare to evacuate the audience, this Soul Tool..." Everyone's voices and images became blurred.

They held each other, their soul power merging.

"I want to be like that time in the quarterfinals, can you accept it?"

Gu Yuena blushed, tilting her head slightly; she didn't answer, but that was the best answer. They kissed, this time not by force, but by mutual consent.

The moment their lips met, time seemed to fracture. Everyone woke from their panic, staring blankly at the two on the field.

Their soul power merged, their spirits combined, perfectly meeting the conditions for a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Yet, nothing changed; there wasn't even a ripple.

In the quiet arena, the sound of breathing was clearly audible. Their expectations had fallen through, and they began preparing for the next step.

Crack, crack, crack. It wasn't the sound of a board breaking, but the precursor to boulders cracking and buildings collapsing.

Rumble— The sound came from outside the entire stadium.

At this very moment, the entire Xingluo City saw a giant dragon circling outside the competition venue.

The massive sound stirred the hearts of everyone in the arena, and nine-colored dragon claws appeared from the sky.

This power was immense and impossible to resist.

Xingluo's guardian Title Douluo, Suixing, flew toward the sky. He wanted to block the impact of the descending dragon claws; he had to intercept this attack.

Xuanji Douluo also flew into the air, accompanying Suixing to resist.

The dragon claws slammed fiercely into them, forcing both Title Douluo to plummet several meters.

"Such a powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skill. I wonder which is stronger compared to this Soul Tool."

"Wait, the dragon claws haven't disappeared!"

Yan Shaozhe exclaimed as the massive dragon claws continued to suppress the two Title Douluo.

"What? How is that possible?"

Juli also hurriedly flew over to help prop up the dragon claws, pushing the nine-colored claws back to where they had appeared.

"That is, that is, is that a dragon head?" A Soul Saint shouted, trembling at the sight.

A dragon head also appeared above the competition venue.

There was no majestic roar, no gaze looking down upon the world; just the appearance of the dragon head made every soul master feel a sense of submission from within. Those with dragon-lineage martial souls even knelt on the ground—it was an innate suppression.

Xuan Zi, with bent knees, used his powerful soul power to resist the urge to kneel. He was excited: "Those dragon claws aren't an attack; they're just using the power of the Title Douluo to rise!"

The competition field was never the target of the attack. The giant dragon circling the entire venue was merely yearning for something higher, and with nowhere to rest its claws, it used the flying Title Douluo as stepping stones.

The nine-colored giant dragon appeared in everyone's eyes: massive, majestic, and irresistible.

The people inside the stadium listened to the sound of falling boulders and clearly understood that this dragon had already coiled around the entire venue!

The dragon head opened its mouth, black and white light circling its body. Its energy was connected to Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena. Without any doubt, this was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the two.

It was not the Dragon God, and what they unleashed was not the Good and Evil Dragon God Transformation.

Their compatibility was indeed enough to perform a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but it shouldn't have been this powerful.

What they resonated with was not just the bloodline of the Dragon God, but also the divine power of two God Kings.

She had borrowed the power of Goodness to heal her wounds, leaving a trace of divine power of Goodness in her body.

He had slain the Dark Evil God Tiger, and that trace of evil divine power had not dissipated because of Ji Dong.

What circled the nine-colored giant dragon was the power of Goodness and Evil.

The power of the Steel Tree had finished accumulating, firing a destructive beam comparable to a Level 9 Soul Tool toward the two.

The dragon head lowered its eyes, and the light stopped.

Silently, a pillar of light descended from the high sky, covering the entire arena.

The Sun-Moon soul masters immediately flew forward, intending to resist this light.

Invincible Shield, Wall of Resilience—every defensive Soul Tool was used, but it was useless.

This light possessed defense penetration, invincibility penetration, and even suppression-defense penetration!

Heavenly Fiend Douluo watched helplessly as that soul master died under the light. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to take the attack of the light for the Sun-Moon students.

The light vanished, and the giant dragon dissipated.

What remained was a scarred stadium, bewildered spectators, Title Douluo who had yet to recover their wits, and Huang Jinxu, who was kneeling and coughing up blood.

With their soul power exhausted and their spirits drained, the two collapsed heavily: "We really do have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

Mu Xuanheng: "What should we call it?"

A name naturally surfaced in Gu Yuena's mind:

"Good and Evil Dragon God Transformation."