The Golden Dragon King Isn't Quite Dead?!

"What is wrong with those people?"

"That is a beast tide!"

"Why aren't they pressing the exit button?"

"Now is not the time to be playing the hero!"

Several Spirit Pagoda staff members adjusted the projection screens to focus on Ji Fengyu and his six teammates as they charged toward the beast tide.

Why were they rushing to their own deaths?

Many staff members wore anxious expressions, already beginning to ask Wu Zhangkong if they should force the group to exit.

Although one does not truly die within the Spirit Ascension Platform, the agony of death cannot be avoided.

Being swallowed and torn apart by a beast tide—that kind of extreme pain could truly be traumatizing.

"No need. I trust my students' judgment."

Wu Zhangkong was completely unruffled; the chill from his Frost Sky Sword even froze Long Hengxu's mouth shut before he could say more.

Joking aside, if even he had been insta-killed while wearing his two-word Battle Armor, what was there to fear from a mere beast tide?

"Charge head-on! Pierce through the formation of the beast tide!"

Facing a beast tide of this scale, ordinary soul masters would only have the option to flee, but would noble Dragon Kings ever run?

It was these ants that should be the ones running!

BOOM!!!

Ji Fengyu's wings vibrated as he took the lead once again. Beyond triggering the Wrath of the Dragon Horde, his own combat power was equally exaggerated.

The Rainbow Dragon King possessed a feedback trait;

the buffs granted to dragon-attribute soul masters would, to a greater or lesser extent, feed back into Ji Fengyu.

Wang Xie was currently providing 50% feedback, while Tang Wulin and the other four provided full feedback.

However, this ratio had a cap. Ji Fengyu was currently at the second ring, meaning a maximum of 200% strength and attack amplification, with 3 rings granting 300%... and so on.

Therefore, breaking through to the 3-ring level was of vital importance.

Both team and individual capabilities would undergo a qualitative transformation.

Rumble...

The beast tide rolled forward like a flood. Its main force consisted of a powerful, gregarious soul beast known as the Flame Demon Lion.

They swept up and drove a massive number of other soul beasts before them, forming a terrifying, bulldozer-like beast tide.

By continuously slaughtering soul beasts and soul masters alike to devour their spiritual energy, they had rolled this snowball into an almost unstoppable force.

"Dragon Might!"

Yet, this unstoppable beast tide, faced with the Dragon Might released simultaneously by the seven of them, seemed to have been hit by a brake pedal, coming to an instant halt!

There was even a chaotic scene of the beasts trampling over one another.

It was as if an invisible wall stood before them, forcibly intercepting the herd and causing them to lose all their accumulated momentum and kinetic energy.

"Releasing Dragon Might once is enough. Any more, and the soul beasts will just be scared away."

"Follow me and charge."

Ji Fengyu let out a low roar, diving straight into the herd to begin the slaughter.

Tang Wulin and the other five followed closely behind, each displaying their own unique skills.

It was unimaginable;

a squad of soul masters averaging only two rings had actually managed to forcibly intercept a beast tide and tear a gap right through it.

"ROAR!!!!"

The Flame Lion King, having recovered, was thunderously enraged. It already possessed significant intelligence and had some understanding of human soul masters.

These weaklings with only two little rings, dared to slaughter its mates!

The Flame Lion King roared and charged directly at the most flamboyant and eye-catching figure: Ji Fengyu.

It could sense that

Ji Fengyu was the key figure of this human group; if it killed him, it would achieve total victory!

As for the Dragon Might that had just forcibly stopped their charge, though powerful, it had been fleeting.

The Flame Lion King clearly did not attribute the attack to Ji Fengyu and his group, assuming instead that a powerful Dragon Clan spirit beast had just passed by.

"Brother Ji, watch out!!!"

Facing the pounce of that spirit beast overlord with thousands of years of cultivation, Tang Wulin immediately appeared behind Ji Fengyu.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox!

A Golden Dragon Claw manifested on his right hand as he glared at the Flame Lion King in fury.

Daring to ambush Brother Ji?

You have already chosen the path to death!

"Golden Dragon Claw!"

Tang Wulin struck out in a rage.

The terrifying pressure of the Golden Dragon King bloodline seemed to be not just his own anger, but the anger of the Golden Dragon King himself!

Under this Dragon Might, the Flame Lion King felt as if the blood in its entire body had frozen, leaving it stiff and unable to move.

Squelch!!!

The Golden Dragon Claw sank into flesh as if piercing through tofu, boring straight through the Flame Lion King's skull.

Riiiiiip!!!!

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Tang Wulin roared, literally tearing the thousand-year Flame Lion King apart with his bare hands!

"Holy crap!"

Such a spectacular and brutal scene not only numbed the spirit beasts with fear but also gave his teammates a massive shock.

"Good heavens..."

Ji Fengyu was struck with awe.

Tearing it apart by hand?

Is this Golden Dragon King too ferocious, too desperate?

"What a beast!"

Gu Yue cursed under her breath. The Flame Lion King's ambush on Ji Fengyu had pushed both the Golden Dragon King and Tang Wulin—those two beasts—to their breaking point.

"That is the fate of anyone who tries to ambush Brother Ji."

Xie Xie even felt a bit of sympathy for the Flame Lion King.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Want to ambush Brother Ji?

Better get to know the enraged Golden Dragon King first!

"Hiss!!!!"

The Spirit Pagoda personnel watching from the sidelines were dumbfounded, the sound of them unconsciously gasping in shock rising one after another.

Tearing apart a thousand-year Flame Lion King by hand?

Among geniuses at the 39th rank, those capable of such a feat could be counted on one hand!

And Tang Wulin is only at the 1st ring!

To be this powerful and ferocious at the 1st ring—is this guy a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear cub?!

"I told you, I trust my student's judgment."

Wu Zhangkong sheathed his sword, his hands tucked coldly into his pockets, a faint, confident curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Spirit Pagoda, you will have plenty to cry about today!

"Go!"

Tang Wulin sent the Flame Lion King's spirit power toward Ji Fengyu.

Ji Fengyu absorbed it all, not wasting a single shred of spirit power.

However, after reducing the spirit power by a factor of ten and distributing it equally among his four century-level spirit rings, the energy was quite limited.

"Keep killing!"

Tang Wulin was like an out-of-control bull, charging and crashing about, slaughtering madly.

Streams of spirit power were cast from his hands, flying toward Ji Fengyu.

The others also began to harvest frantically.

Soon, Ji Fengyu's spirit power grew so abundant that it formed a massive cloud of energy.

He stopped killing, focusing entirely on absorbing the spirit power.

He left the task of slaying monsters to his teammates.

"ROAR!!!"

Tang Wulin was drenched in blood, his roar—part dragon, part human—resounding across the firmament.

His handsome face was completely obscured by gore, and his temperament had shifted, seeming even more berserk, yet within that ferocity lay a strange blend of hardness and softness...

"Calm down, Wulin, don't let the Golden Dragon King take control of you!"

Tang San had discovered another problem.

The Golden Dragon King wasn't thoroughly dead!

With so much Dragon Clan aura present, especially with Gu Yue and the others vying for Ji Fengyu, it had effectively goaded the Golden Dragon King into crawling out of its coffin!

The sneak attack by the Flame Lion King just now had been the fuse.

The most critical point was, the Golden Dragon King was now a female dragon!

Once she seized control of Tang Wulin's body, Tang Wulin would be thoroughly transformed... or even possessed!

Tang San was suddenly struck by a splitting headache.

Yet Tang Wulin could not be separated from Ji Fengyu, so, helpless, Tang San could only mobilize some of the Sea God's Light to help Tang Wulin regain his reason and suppress the Golden Dragon King.

"Old Tang?"

The cooling sensation of the Sea God's Light within his sea of consciousness finally brought Tang Wulin to his senses, and the killing machine finally ground to a temporary halt.

However, Tang Wulin was deeply impatient.

Brother Ji was in danger, Brother Ji had needs!

He was in the middle of viciously slaughtering soul beasts to provide the spiritual energy for Brother Ji's soul spirit to break through the thousand-year threshold, and Old Tang was dragging him into a dark room again, what nonsense was this!