85,000-Year Dark Gold Armored Dragon, Meng Shu Breaks Through, Level 91 Dragon Douluo! (Please Keep Reading!)

Dugu Bo clapped his hands and descended from midair.

"Senior Chao, make your move."

"Thank you, Sect Master! Thank you, Senior Poison Douluo!"

Chao Tianxiang excitedly drew her Snake Blade, strode forward, and precisely stabbed it into the giant snake's vital point.

A deep black Soul Ring slowly condensed into being.

Gu Rong curled his lip at the side. "Old Poison, you moved too fast. This old man hasn't even warmed up yet. Where's that subdragon of Old Meng's? Why hasn't it made a sound yet?"

The moment he finished speaking—

"Roar—!!!"

A savage roar that shook heaven and earth suddenly erupted from the depths of the distant forest.

The terrifying soundwave even sent ripples through the faraway treetops.

An incomparably fierce dark-gold current surged into the sky, accompanied by intense dragon might as it bore down on their direction.

Gu Rong's eyes lit up as he cracked his knuckles. "Oh? What a domineering temper. It dares bare its fangs at this old man?"

Feeling that pressure, Meng Shu's expression abruptly changed before excitement flooded his face. "This aura... it has definitely surpassed seventy thousand years! And it possesses exceptionally pure earth and metal dual attributes!"

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, sensing the violent fluctuations before the corners of his mouth lifted. "A Dark Gold Armored Dragon. Judging by this commotion, it's probably close to eighty-five thousand years old. Grandfather, this one has quite the temper. Can you take it down?"

"Hahaha! So what if it's eighty thousand years old? As long as it isn't one of those two hundred-thousand-year overlords, I'll tear apart every hard bone in its body today!"

Gu Rong burst into laughter. The ninth black Soul Ring on his body suddenly lit up, and space instantly tore apart.

Without hesitation, he shot through the air toward the source of the roar.

"Come on. Let's watch Grandfather dismantle some bones."

Han Yu chuckled, then turned to Dugu Bo and Meng Shu. "Senior Chao will remain here to absorb her Soul Ring. Elder Dugu, please leave behind a Poison Array to guard her. Senior Meng, come with us."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Meng Shu's voice trembled with excitement as he hurried after them.

With a casual wave of his hand, Dugu Bo formed a dense circle of Emerald Poison Miasma around Chao Tianxiang, protecting her firmly in its center.

"With this Poison Array, any ordinary ten-thousand-year Soul Beast will die upon contact."

"Let's go."

Han Yu wasted no more words. With a flash, he led the two of them toward the earthshaking disturbance.

Before long, the three reached the edge of the battlefield.

The dense forest ahead had already become a field of ruins. Huge trees had been snapped in half, and the ground was littered with enormous craters.

"Hahaha! Wonderful! That turtle shell is tough enough. Take another punch from this old man!"

In midair, Gu Rong laughed wildly as his right arm transformed into a massive white bone dragon claw.

Carrying terrifying power that tore through space, it slammed brutally onto the back of a giant beast nearly thirty meters long.

The beast was covered from head to toe in thick, dark-gold scales, like a moving metal fortress. It was the Dark Gold Armored Dragon.

"Roar—!"

The Dark Gold Armored Dragon howled in pain. Its thick tail swept toward Gu Rong like a towering pillar, accompanied by a piercing shriek through the air.

Yet Gu Rong neither dodged nor retreated. Raising his left hand, he summoned a massive white bone shield out of thin air.

With a thunderous boom, shockwaves rolled outward, but Gu Rong did not budge.

The Dark Gold Armored Dragon, however, was sent staggering back by the recoil. Several cracks burst across its dark-gold scales, with streaks of dragon blood seeping out.

Standing at the edge, Meng Shu could not help drawing in a sharp breath at the sight. "What terrifying defense! With scales of such strength, if this old man faced it head-on, I'm afraid I couldn't even break through its defenses."

"It is, after all, a top-tier subdragon nearing eighty-five thousand years, and it has earth and metal dual attributes. Its defensive power is naturally extraordinary."

Han Yu stood with his hands behind his back and commented calmly before calling into the air, "Grandfather, stop playing around. End this quickly. The commotion is too great; we don't want to attract unnecessary trouble."

"Got it, got it! I'll skin it and pull out its tendons right now!"

Gu Rong laughed, and the ninth Soul Ring on his body blazed with black light. "Ninth Soul Skill, Bone Transformation Divine Dragon!"

In an instant, a white bone dragon several times larger than the Dark Gold Armored Dragon appeared across the sky.

With the suffocating pressure of a Super Douluo, it directly pinned the Dark Gold Armored Dragon firmly to the ground.

No matter how frantically it struggled and roared, it could not move in the slightest.

"Old Meng, what are you standing around for? Get over here and stab the reverse scale beneath its neck!"

Gu Rong urged impatiently.

"Yes! Thank you, Senior Bone Douluo!"

Meng Shu trembled all over with excitement. He fiercely summoned his Dragon Head Cane, pushed all his Soul Power to the limit, and transformed into a streak of light as he charged forward.

"Pshk—"

The Dragon Head Cane pierced with perfect precision into the Dark Gold Armored Dragon's fatal reverse scale.

The giant dragon let out an unwilling cry. Its enormous body convulsed violently several times before falling completely silent.

Specks of black light gathered together, and an utterly deep black Soul Ring with a faint crimson glow slowly formed above the Dark Gold Armored Dragon's corpse.

"What domineering Soul Power fluctuations."

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes from the side. "Old Meng, the spiritual shock of an eighty-five-thousand-year Soul Beast is no joke. These old bones of yours had better hold up."

Meng Shu took a deep breath, his eyes filled with resolve. "The Sect Master and two seniors have bestowed such fortune upon me. If this old man cannot even endure this, I might as well bash my head to death!"

Han Yu gave a slight nod, his calm tone carrying a reassuring strength. "Calm your heart and guard your spiritual platform. Absorb it, and you will become a true Dragon Douluo. Go."

"This subordinate obeys!"

Meng Shu sat cross-legged and guided the violent black Soul Ring toward his Martial Soul.

Time passed second by second.

Meng Shu was soaked through with sweat. His face twisted violently in pain, and fine beads of blood even seeped from the surface of his skin.

"This old fellow is reaching his limit."

Gu Rong folded his arms, one brow slightly raised. "An eighty-five-thousand-year spiritual shock is indeed a little too much for someone his age."

Dugu Bo snorted coldly. "If he cannot even endure this much suffering, is he worthy of being a Supreme Elder of my Ling Tian Sect?"

Han Yu's expression remained unchanged as he said lightly, "Don't worry. His foundation is decent, and his obsession with becoming a Titled Douluo runs deep enough. He won't die."

The moment he finished speaking, a resounding dragon roar suddenly erupted from within Meng Shu's body.

The violent dark-gold currents instantly subsided, and nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet in succession.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

The edge of the final, profound black Soul Ring faintly shimmered with a soul-stirring crimson glow.

Meng Shu abruptly opened his eyes. Brilliant light burst from his aged gaze as the powerful pressure belonging to a Titled Douluo swept outward.

He shot to his feet, tears streaming down his old face as he heavily dropped to one knee before Han Yu. "Thank you, Sect Master, for granting me a new life! This old man... has finally broken through!"

"Get up."

Han Yu raised his right hand slightly and smiled. "How does it feel? What level are you now?"

Meng Shu rose to his feet, sensing the surging Soul Power within him as he answered respectfully, "Reporting to the Sect Master, level ninety-one! This Soul Ring has not only greatly strengthened my physical defense, but also granted me an exceptionally domineering single-target offensive Soul Skill—Dark Gold Destruction Kill!"