Zhen Hua Visits

Qiangu Dongfeng put down the Soul Tool, his brows already furrowed.

What did the Ghost Emperor mean by a tough nut to crack? Even if that guy Xie An was strong, he shouldn't be stronger than the Ghost Emperor.

After pondering for a long time without reaching a conclusion, Qiangu Dongfeng attributed it simply to the Ghost Emperor wanting to shirk his responsibilities.

On the other side, the Ghost Emperor asked in a deep voice from deep within the dark underground.

"Who among you is willing to go to Eastsea Academy to scout?"

No one responded.

The Ghost Emperor frowned; the previous ambush on Xie An had already left some psychological trauma on the upper echelons of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The Dark Blood Demon had been severely wounded and was still recuperating in the Blood Pool to this day.

As for the Underworld Emperor, he had already contributed his efforts, and it wouldn't be appropriate to order him around.

"Xie An definitely used a secret technique to boost his strength; the Douluo Plane would not allow such an overpowered person to exist."

"Set your minds at ease and feel free to voice your thoughts."

The Ghost Emperor continued to speak to the group.

"Lord Ghost Emperor, I have a suggestion."

Dark Hummingbird suddenly spoke up.

"I have a disciple stationed in Tiandou City who goes by the alias Ning Fengzhi."

"He is extremely proficient in using the Blood Sword."

"Furthermore, he is incredibly fast and excels at concealment."

"Originally, he was meant to find a way to assassinate that God Craftsman Zhen Hua."

"According to the sleeper agents we have planted, the War God Temple Master has just returned to the War God Temple from Shrek Academy."

"Why not have him lead a team of Evil Soul Masters to Eastsea Academy to gather intelligence now?"

The Ghost Emperor nodded, effectively approving her suggestion.

"If he can truly succeed, I will go to provide backup."

In the end, the Ghost Emperor added one more sentence.

"..."

Tiandou City, Blacksmith Association.

Mu Ye looked at Zhen Hua and asked with some confusion: "Why did you drag me over here in such a rush today?"

"Haven't you been reading the news online?"

Zhen Hua asked, sounding a bit strange.

"I read it, but what does that have to do with me?"

"Do you remember that child with exceptional talent I told you about a few months ago?"

"He is at Eastsea Academy, and according to the information, there is a high probability he will be competing."

"I'm telling you, this child has abundant life energy and blood; he might just be able to become a member of your Body Sect."

Only then did Mu Ye become interested, and he began to listen carefully to what Zhen Hua was saying.

Half an hour later, a Red Mecha sped out of Tiandou City.

However, what they didn't notice was a thin blood-colored sword quietly following behind the Red Mecha.

And further behind the blood-colored sword were one or two figures in black.

Eastsea Academy.

Tang Wulin and the others were sparring with Wu Zhangkong for training.

A competition arena, specifically reinforced, was placed in the center of Eastsea Academy.

The competition arena was very large, resembling a small sports field.

In Wu Zhangkong's words, all training was for the sake of actual combat.

And this arena was capable of withstanding the combat intensity of a Title Douluo.

It was enough for all the students, or rather, for Wu Zhangkong to wear his Battle Armor and unleash his full power.

Wu Zhangkong held his Sky Frost Sword, its sharpness fully exposed.

In front of him, Long Yue was using his Mountain Dragon King martial soul to spar with Wu Zhangkong.

Heavy scales covered Long Yue's body.

If one observed closely, they would notice that these scales were encased in a thick layer of rock.

This was precisely Long Yue's first soul skill, Mountains and Rivers.

It could significantly increase the user's defense and enhance their affinity with the earth element.

Wu Zhangkong swung the Sky Frost Sword in his hand with agility, even though he had suppressed his soul power to the same level as Long Yue's.

However, the experience of a Soul Saint was there after all.

The Sky Frost Sword was always able to find the flaws in Long Yue.

It left behind extremely tiny puncture marks all over Long Yue's body.

Long Yue was becoming impatient from being suppressed and began to use his second soul skill, followed by his third soul skill.

The Virtual Swamp suddenly surged forth.

Wu Zhangkong was caught off guard by this soul skill due to a moment of carelessness.

He stumbled, looking as if he were about to fall.

Long Yue, refusing to let him off, immediately pressed the attack.

"Is he going to win?"

Watching this scene, everyone couldn't help but think this to themselves.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhangkong suddenly swung the Sky Frost Sword in his hand toward the swamp.

The Sky Frost Sword emitted an unconcealable sharpness.

It actually tore directly through the mire simulated by Long Yue.

Furthermore, because Long Yue had been too close, several scales on his hand were actually scraped off by the sharp edge.

Wu Zhangkong steadied his body, and Long Yue also ceased his movements.

"I lost; I used power exceeding the three-ring level."

Wu Zhangkong said with a hint of emotion.

"As expected of the Mountain Dragon King martial soul, it really is different."

Long Yue rubbed his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

Wu Zhangkong turned his gaze back to the spectators off the stage.

"Go back and reflect carefully; strive to learn something from this battle."

Off the stage.

"Brother, why is your face so pale?"

Na'er looked at Tang Wulin with some concern.

"I'm fine, Na'er, I might just be a little tired."

Tang Wulin forced a smile.

Tang Wulin himself didn't know what was going on; just as Wu Zhangkong scraped off those few dragon scales from Long Yue, a mournful cry of a dragon suddenly rang in his ears.

Before his eyes, it seemed as if a blood-red longsword capable of severing everything was slashing toward him.

"Na'er, I'm a bit tired, I'm going back first."

Tang Wulin said goodbye to Na'er and returned to his room, wanting to meditate and recover.

The moment Tang Wulin entered meditation, a powerful surge of bloodline energy erupted from within his body.

High in the sky, Xie An, who had just returned, watched all of this happen quietly.

The eighteen seals of the Golden Dragon King, is it?

Calculating the time, the divine consciousness left behind by that guy Tang San should be about to tell Tang Wulin about the Golden Dragon inside his body.

Up until now, Xie An really had no way to deal with the power of the Golden Dragon King.

Although he already had a path toward becoming a god.

But regardless, the Golden Dragon King could be considered half of the Dragon God, or rather, the embodiment of his evil thoughts.

And as the supreme God King, the Golden Dragon King that split off from him, even if already sealed and having lost some power, still possessed the level of a peak First-Class God or even an entry-level God King.

Oh well, he would take it one step at a time.

Perhaps he could find some time to give Tang Wulin the materials needed for the first seal.

Xie An thought with some helplessness.

What Xie An did not notice was that the system within his body, which had been dormant for a long time, vibrated quietly.

Tang Wulin had by now entered his own spiritual world and met that mysterious person who called himself Old Tang.

And he was also told that he needed to continuously break the seals to save his own life.

At this moment, he felt somewhat bewildered and lost.

His younger sister was by his side.

His parents had also been recruited by the War God Temple staff and had obtained good jobs.

He still wanted them to see that he could become a powerful soul master!

In the other two rooms, Gu Yue and Long Yue had also sensed this powerful bloodline fluctuation.

One of them was somewhat suspicious and uncertain, not understanding what had happened.

The other person had their brows tightly locked, their eyes revealing a trace of confusion.

An hour later, Xie An discovered that the powerful bloodline fluctuation had vanished.

Is it over?

Xie An was lost in thought.

It was at this moment that, within Xie An's spiritual world, a Red Mecha suddenly came speeding toward Eastsea Academy.

Mu Ye, Zhen Hua, what is he doing here?

Xie An felt a bit puzzled.

However, he soon discovered that behind the Red Mecha, a Blood Sword was quietly following.

An Evil Soul Master?

My brain must be a bit dull; although I cannot break through to the God Rank yet, I can still gain some insights into the God Rank in advance!

If I remember correctly, Tang San left three instances of power within Tang Wulin.

Thinking of this, Xie An was in a great mood and no longer cared about the Blood Sword Evil Soul Master following behind.

He flew directly toward the Red Mecha.