Meng Shu Level 91, Dragon Staff Douluo! 85,000 Years, Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle! (Seeking Follow-ups!)

Extremely pure?

Huang Yan scoffed.

What Meng Shu perceived as an extremely pure True Dragon bloodline.

To Huang Yan, who possessed a pure Phoenix bloodline equivalent to that of a True Dragon.

Was nothing more than trash, no different from the bloodlines of earth dragons or sub-dragons.

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

Huang Yan raised an eyebrow, a curve of keen interest tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems your luck is quite good.

A True Dragon bloodline, paired with your Dragon-Head Cane, is indeed a perfect match."

Huang Yan stood with his hands behind his back and issued a direct order:

"Dugu Bo, go and provide cover for Meng Shu.

The death throes of an eighty-thousand-year soul beast are no trivial matter. The two of you work together, end this quickly, and don't tear it to pieces."

"This old man understands!"

"Many thanks, Young Master!

Many thanks, Senior Poison Douluo!"

Dugu Bo let out a cold laugh, his figure instantly soaring into the air.

Meng Shu let out a roar toward the sky, his level ninety soul power erupting without reservation.

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

"Boom--!"

A heaven-shaking roar erupted from within the valley.

Poisonous mist churned, golden light raged, and the furious hiss of the eighty-thousand-year Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python echoed through the clouds.

However, under the combined suppression of a true Title Douluo and a quasi-Title Douluo, this battle did not last long.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The commotion in the valley gradually subsided.

Meng Shu, covered in blood but with a face full of fanaticism, leaped out of the valley.

In his hand, he dragged a behemoth nearly thirty meters long, with purple-gold horns on its head and shattered scales all over its body.

"Young Master!

I have fulfilled the mission!"

Meng Shu threw the dying Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python onto the ground and knelt on one knee, trembling with excitement.

"Do it. Once you absorb it, you will be a true Title Douluo."

Huang Yan said indifferently.

"Yes!"

Meng Shu suppressed the wild joy in his heart and shattered the giant python's skull with his cane.

A soul ring, black to the point of being profound and faintly shimmering with a hint of red, slowly floated into the air.

Meng Shu immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and channeled all his energy to guide the soul ring into his body.

Huang Yan glanced at Meng Shu, who was in the midst of his breakthrough, and then looked up.

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

"Only mine remains.

Given my current mental power and physical body.

Absorbing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring as my fifth soul ring is not impossible to attempt.

But..."

Huang Yan glanced at Dugu Bo and Meng Shu.

Even though Dugu Bo had condensed a Soul Core.

Even though Meng Shu was breaking through to Title Douluo and Chao Tianxiang had reached Soul Saint, greatly increasing the power of their Dragon-Serpent Combined Strike.

To go head-to-head with the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python.

It was absolutely impossible.

Even if they were to separate the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape to surround and kill just one of them.

Their current combat strength was simply not enough.

"I could go to Suotuo City now and look for an opportunity to hunt Xiao Wu.

But Tang Hao would absolutely not sit by and watch."

Huang Yan rubbed his temples helplessly, thinking to himself.

"In that case, for the fifth soul ring, I shall still look for a fire-attribute avian."

Two hours later.

A powerful pressure, far exceeding anything from before, erupted from Meng Shu, causing the surrounding trees to tremble violently.

Meng Shu suddenly opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face as he knelt before Huang Yan:

"Many thanks to the Young Master for this grace of rebirth!

This old man has finally stepped into the realm of a Title Douluo!

My soul power has reached level ninety-one!"

Huang Yan nodded slightly, his tone indifferent:

"Have you decided on your title?

How is your ninth soul skill?"

"Reporting to the Young Master!

This old man has taken my martial soul as my name, with the title 'Dragon Staff'!"

Meng Shu's voice was resonant, his face glowing with excitement.

"The ninth soul skill, 'Purple Gold Dragon Transformation Art', allows my Dragon Staff to fully transform into a true dragon possessing the full power of an eighty-thousand-year Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python, while also carrying immense armor-piercing capabilities and dragon-might suppression!"

"Not bad, you haven't let that eighty-thousand-year soul ring go to waste."

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

"Since you have broken through, let us continue on our way.

Only mine remains."

Dugu Bo stepped forward and asked respectfully:

"Young Master, should we focus our attention on movements in the high altitude from now on?"

"Mm."

Huang Yan instructed casually.

"Look for avian soul beasts between seventy thousand and ninety thousand years, with fire or light attributes.

The two of you Title Douluos should sense together and expand the search range."

"This old man obeys!"

"This old man obeys!"

The group set off once more, searching rapidly along the edge of the core region.

Another half a day passed.

An extremely scorching gale suddenly swept down from high above, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

"Young Master, look up!"

Dugu Bo suddenly looked up, pointing at a dazzling red dot in the extreme heights.

Meng Shu narrowed his eyes, sensing carefully for a moment, and immediately reported with excitement:

"Young Master!

It is a 'Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle'!

Judging by the color of its wings and this heatwave, its cultivation is definitely over eighty-five thousand years!

It is the perfect fire-attribute avian!"

"Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle?"

Huang Yan looked up, the firelight resembling a meteorite reflected in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a satisfied arc.

"Eighty-five thousand years, just right.

Can you bring it down?"

Meng Shu laughed aloud, gripping his Dragon-Head Cane tightly, his fighting spirit soaring:

"Rest assured, Young Master!

This old man has just broken through and was worrying about having nowhere to stretch my limbs!

Since this feathered beast dares to circle above the Young Master's head, this old man will knock it down right now!"

Dugu Bo snorted coldly from the side, offering a reminder:

"Old Dragon, avian soul beasts are extremely fast; if they sense danger, they will easily escape.

Don't be careless and let it run, ruining the Young Master's grand plan."

"Old Poison, stop looking down on people! Just watch closely!"

Meng Shu let out a thunderous shout, his level 91 soul power surging into the sky.

"Old woman, lend me a hand! We'll use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill directly—let's end this quickly!"

"Understood!"

Chao Tianxiang released her Serpent Cane true form without a moment's hesitation.

Their auras merged in an instant, transforming into a colossal dragon of light that blotted out the sun, roaring as it charged into the high sky to meet the ball of fire.

Huang Yan stood below, arms crossed, watching the fierce battle above with a leisurely expression.

"This Dragon-Serpent Combined Strike, executed by a Title Douluo and a Soul Saint, truly touches the threshold of a level 95 Super Douluo. It is more than enough to deal with an 85,000-year-old avian."

High above, the dragon's roar clashed violently with the piercing cry of the eagle, the firelight painting half the sky a deep crimson.

It took less than half an incense stick of time.

Accompanied by a shrill, mournful cry, feathers of fire drifted across the sky.

The massive dragon of light clamped its jaws firmly onto the wing of the Crimson Flame Meteor Eagle, plummeting from the horizon and crashing heavily into the clearing in front of Huang Yan.

"Young Master! This old man has not failed the mission!"

As the light faded, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang revealed their forms. Meng Shu stepped onto the back of the giant eagle, pinning it down firmly, and turned to laugh heartily.

"Well done."

Huang Yan stepped forward slowly, looking down at the 85,000-year-old beast, which lay bathed in blood, its eyes filled with unwillingness.

A scorching flame sword slowly condensed in his hand.