Meng Shu Reaches Level 91, the Dragon Staff Douluo! An 85,000-Year-Old Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle! (Please Read!)

So pure?

Huang Yan scoffed.

The truly pure True Dragon bloodline, in Meng Shu's eyes—

To Huang Yan, whose Phoenix bloodline was every bit as pure as a True Dragon's—

was no different from the trash bloodlines of Earth Dragons and lesser dragons.

"An eighty-thousand-year-old Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python?"

Huang Yan raised an eyebrow, a look of interest curving his lips.

"Looks like you're in luck.

True Dragon bloodline, paired with your Dragon-Head Cane—it really is an excellent match."

Huang Yan stood with his hands behind his back and gave his orders:

"Dugu Bo, go support Meng Shu.

A dying eighty-thousand-year-old Spirit Beast can be extremely dangerous when it fights back. The two of you work together and finish it quickly. Don't smash it to pieces."

"This old man understands!"

"Many thanks, Young Master!

And many thanks to Senior Poison Douluo!"

Dugu Bo gave a cold laugh and shot into the air.

Meng Shu let out a roar toward the sky, unleashing every last bit of his Level 90 Soul Power.

Gripping his Dragon-Head Cane, he transformed into a streak of raging light and charged into the valley.

Rumble—!

A thunderous roar erupted from within the valley.

Poisonous miasma churned, golden light ran rampant, and the furious roars of the eighty-thousand-year-old Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python echoed through the sky.

However, under the joint suppression of a true Titled Douluo and a Quasi-Titled Douluo, the battle did not last long.

About the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

The noise in the valley gradually died down.

Meng Shu leaped out of the valley, drenched in blood but wearing a feverish grin.

He was dragging a monstrous creature nearly thirty meters long. Its head bore a pair of purple-gold horns, and its scales were shattered all over.

"Young Master!

I have not failed you!"

Meng Shu tossed the barely living Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python to the ground and dropped to one knee, overcome with excitement.

"Go ahead. Absorb it, and you'll become a true Titled Douluo."

Huang Yan spoke calmly.

"Yes!"

Suppressing his elation, Meng Shu smashed the giant python's head with a single strike of his cane.

A profoundly dark black Spirit Ring, faintly tinged with red, slowly appeared in midair.

Meng Shu immediately sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, guiding the Spirit Ring into his body with all his might.

Huang Yan glanced at Meng Shu as he began his breakthrough, then raised his head.

His gaze turned toward the very heart of the Star Dou Great Forest, a golden flame flickering in his eyes.

Only mine is left.

With my current spiritual power and physique, absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring as my fifth Spirit Ring might not be out of the question.

But...

Huang Yan glanced at Dugu Bo and Meng Shu.

Even if Dugu Bo condensed a Soul Core—

Even if Meng Shu became a Titled Douluo and Chao Tianxiang became a Soul Saint, greatly increasing the power of their Dragon-Serpent Combined Strike—

they still would not stand a chance against the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python.

Even if they separated the Sky Azure Bull Python from the Titan Giant Ape and surrounded one of them, their strength still wouldn't be enough.

I could go to Suotuo City now and look for a chance to hunt Xiao Wu.

But Tang Hao definitely wouldn't sit by and do nothing.

Huang Yan rubbed the space between his brows helplessly, thinking to himself.

In that case, I should look for a fire-attribute flying Spirit Beast for my fifth Spirit Ring.

Two hours later.

An imposing pressure, far stronger than before, suddenly erupted from Meng Shu, making the trees around them tremble.

Meng Shu's eyes flew open. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt before Huang Yan.

"Many thanks, Young Master, for giving this old man a new life!

I have finally entered the realm of Titled Douluo!

My Soul Power has reached Level 91!"

Huang Yan gave a slight nod, his tone calm.

"Have you chosen your title?

And what about your ninth Spirit Skill?"

"Reporting to Young Master!

I will take the title that matches my Martial Soul: 'Dragon Staff'!"

Meng Shu's voice rang out, his face flushed with excitement.

"My ninth Spirit Skill, 'Purple Gold Dragon Transformation Art,'

lets my Dragon Staff transform completely into a True Dragon with all the power of the eighty-thousand-year-old Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python,

and grants it powerful armor-piercing ability and the ability to suppress foes with dragon might!"

"Good. That Spirit Ring was not wasted."

Huang Yan smiled with satisfaction, then looked up at the sky.

"Now that you've broken through, let's continue on our way.

Only mine is left."

Dugu Bo stepped forward and asked respectfully:

"Young Master, should we focus on watching the skies from here on?"

"Mm."

Huang Yan gave the order casually.

"Look for flying Spirit Beasts between seventy and ninety thousand years old, with fire or light attributes.

You two Titled Douluo should sense together and widen the search area."

"This old man obeys!"

"This old man obeys!"

The group set off again, searching quickly along the edge of the core region.

More than half a day passed.

A scorching gale suddenly swept down from high above, and the temperature around them soared.

"Young Master, look up!"

Dugu Bo snapped his head up and pointed at a dazzling red speck high in the sky.

Meng Shu narrowed his eyes and sensed it carefully for a moment before reporting excitedly:

"Young Master!

It's a Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle!

Judging by the color of its wings and this heat wave, it's definitely over eighty-five thousand years old!

It's a top-grade fire-attribute flying Spirit Beast!"

"A Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle?"

Huang Yan looked up. The fiery light, like a meteor, reflected in his eyes, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

"Eighty-five thousand years. Just right.

Can you bring it down?"

Meng Shu laughed heartily, gripping his Dragon-Head Cane as his fighting spirit surged.

"Don't worry, Young Master!

I've just broken through and was looking for a chance to stretch my limbs!

Since this feathered brute dares to circle above your head, I'll knock it down right now!"

Dugu Bo snorted beside him and reminded him:

"Old Dragon, flying Spirit Beasts are incredibly fast. If they sense danger, they can easily escape.

Don't let it get away through carelessness and ruin the Young Master's plans."

"Old Poison, don't underestimate me!

Just watch!"

Meng Shu shouted, his Level 91 Soul Power surging into the sky.

"Old woman, lend me a hand!

Let's use our Martial Soul Fusion Skill and finish this quickly!"

"Fine!"

Chao Tianxiang released her Serpent Cane True Body without hesitation.

Their auras merged in an instant, forming a colossal light dragon that blotted out the sky. It roared as it charged toward the blazing light above.

Below, Huang Yan stood with his arms crossed, watching the battle in the sky with an easy expression.

"The Dragon-Serpent Combined Strike, performed by a Titled Douluo and a Soul Saint, really does brush against the threshold of a Level 95 Super Douluo.

It's more than enough to deal with an eighty-five-thousand-year-old flying Spirit Beast."

High above, dragon roars and the eagle's piercing cries clashed fiercely, while the flames lit up half the sky.

Less than half an incense stick later.

With a mournful cry, fiery feathers scattered through the sky.

The enormous light dragon clamped its jaws around the Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle's wing and plummeted from the horizon, crashing heavily onto the open ground in front of Huang Yan.

"Young Master!

I have not failed you!"

As the light faded, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang appeared. Meng Shu planted a foot on the giant eagle's back, pinning it down, and turned to laugh.

"Well done."

Huang Yan walked forward, looking at the eighty-five-thousand-year-old beast lying on the ground, drenched in blood, its eyes full of unwillingness.

A blazing flame slowly gathered in his hand, forming a long sword.