Dominator Vanguard Descends, Dragon Race!

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, pulled out a gold coin, and shoved it hard into Flender's hand.

"Thanks! My good Dean, I've learned my lesson."

Flender toyed with the gold coin, looking smug.

"Don't mention it, it's all part of my job."

Every time he managed to squeeze money out of this little miser Lin Feng, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Lin Feng flipped his palm, and the Blessing Gold Pouch floated out. A yellow spirit ring rose slowly from beneath his feet. With a flash of light, he whispered in a low voice.

"Wrath of the Dominator!"

The air distorted abruptly, and three dark vortices over five meters tall hung out of thin air behind him.

"ROAR--!"

A dragon's roar that shook the mountains and forests exploded. Massive, ferocious dark-purple dragon heads lunged out from the vortices, their deep purple eyes filled with primitive violence.

The majestic dragon bodies broke through the vortices, and a pair of ten-meter-long dragon wings, as if carved from purple crystal, unfurled with a boom.

The tranquil forest became completely restless in an instant.

Within a radius of ten miles, all spirit beasts instantly went limp and trembled.

Wild rabbits and boars collapsed with weak limbs, while thousand-year spirit beasts lurking in the distance tucked their tails and fled frantically.

The instinctual fear within the spirit beasts was completely detonated; this was the absolute suppression from the apex of the bloodline!

"Dragon... it's the Dragon Tribe!"

Flender's entire body stiffened. His Four-Eyed Owl spirit trembled wildly within him, and he was completely dumbfounded.

The three dragon-type spirit beasts before him were not top-tier in cultivation, being a mere hundred years old, yet the pressure they emitted made his own spirit tremble from the very soul.

That was the absolute suppression of a high-level dragon bloodline!

Lin Feng turned his head stiffly, staring blankly at the six-meter-tall behemoths behind him... no, they should be called Dominator Vanguards now.

"Is this right?"

Was this... really the dragon soldier he remembered, the one with just a bit more health that he cleared out like a minion?

Flender didn't know what to say for a moment. In a daze, he subconsciously asked aloud:

"This... is this also a spirit skill unlocked by your first spirit ring? Three skills in one ring?"

A three-hundred-year-old first spirit ring with two skills was already heaven-defying, but now it was hiding a third, and the effect was ridiculous to this extent?

Lin Feng was so excited he blushed. Catching a glimpse of the Water Rock Shield Turtle trying to crawl away secretly, he immediately shouted an order.

"Dominator Vanguard, take it down for me!"

The dragon wings flapped wildly, a gale rose, leaves flew, and the grass was crushed flat by the wind pressure.

The three Dominator Vanguards flapped their wings and charged, pouncing toward the slowly fleeing Water Rock Shield Turtle.

The three dragon beasts tilted their heads simultaneously, deep rumbles rolling in their throats. Three bucket-thick streams of dark-purple dragon breath erupted, the dark-purple flame pillars slamming directly into the turtle shell!

Lin Feng shoved his hands into his pockets, glanced sideways at the stunned Flender, and couldn't help but curl his lips upward as he spoke lightly.

"Dean, I completely understand your envious feelings. This is the true power of money."

"They are just a few little dragon soldiers, not worth mentioning."

Watching this smug, punchable expression, Flender's teeth itched with anger, and his fists clenched tight.

Good kid, he can really put on a show! I really want to beat him up right now.

Lin Feng immediately sensed the killing intent and quickly quit while he was ahead, explaining the Dominator buff with a straight face.

"Uh! Dean, there are six dragon soldiers in total, but I can only summon three at a time. After that, I have to wait two minutes to summon them again."

Upon hearing that he could summon three more, Flender's eyes widened, and he asked urgently.

"Do these dragon soldiers have a time limit? And can they continue to grow? Is this Wrath of the Dominator exclusive to you, or can it be bestowed upon others like the Blue Sentinel Power?"

Lin Feng hadn't expected Flender to think of such sharp questions immediately. Knowing what he was thinking, he sighed softly.

"The dragon soldiers can only exist for 15 minutes, and Wrath of the Dominator cannot be released again within 12 hours."

"I'm sure the Dean has noticed that the dragon soldiers' strength isn't very high. They are tied to my own strength; the stronger I become, the more powerful the dragon soldiers will be."

"Oh, right, there is also an additional healing effect. It restores 1% of health every 3 seconds, which counts as a decent healing sustain."

Sigh! I thought I could get a dragon cavalry legion, but the dream shattered before it even began.

Flender numbly digested this series of heaven-defying information, his scalp tingling.

If Lin Feng grew to become a Titled Douluo, wouldn't that be equivalent to having six dragon-type spirit beast thugs starting at fifty thousand years of cultivation?

On the other side, The Water Rock Shield Turtle cowered miserably in its shell, being roasted by the dragon breath sprayed in turns by the three Dominator Vanguards.

The violent dark-purple flames didn't stop for a moment, and even the turtle shell and the surrounding rocks were burned to a glowing, scorching red.

Ten minutes later, A faint aroma of meat drifted out, and a wisp of white smoke rose from the cracks in the turtle shell.

A dazzling purple soul ring floated silently in mid-air.

Lin Feng gave a thumbs-up to the motionless Water Rock Shield Turtle and smacked his lips.

"Holding off three Dominator Vanguards for ten minutes—tough enough. You're a fine specimen."

With a thought, he deactivated the Wrath of the Dominator.

The three Dominator Vanguards instantly turned into purple starlight, dissipating into the air.

Lin Feng sensed the soul power consumption within his body and frowned slightly.

"Using the Power of the Dominator once takes thirty percent of my soul power. If I add the Tyrant into the mix later, the consumption will be..."

"It seems even having an infinite Blue Buff isn't a cure-all. When facing a true resource-heavy skill, it's just not enough."

"Sigh! My 'mana bar anxiety' is acting up again..."

He pushed those distracting thoughts aside, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to guide the thousand-year purple ring.

Instantly, the immense soul power of the thousand-year soul ring proved incomparable to a hundred-year one; the sharp, stabbing pain coursing through his meridians made Lin Feng clench his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Even after consuming the Whale Rubber, he felt as though he were about to burst.

Flender watched Lin Feng, his fists turning white, worried that his calculations might have been off.

"Theoretically, this little guy's physical constitution can absolutely absorb a 1600-year soul ring, and this Water Rock Shield Turtle is only 1500 years old. A margin of 100 years—I've simulated this hundreds of times, it won't... it absolutely won't go wrong!"

"Lin Feng, you must hold on, push through it..."

Flender's heart was in chaos, a flurry of thoughts racing through his mind.

Half an hour later, Seeing that the purple soul ring on Lin Feng had stabilized, Flender adjusted his glasses and let out a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his tense face.

Lin Feng, this name will surely resound throughout the world one day, and Shrek will be glorious because of him; you will be Shrek's most outstanding student.

One hour later, Lin Feng opened his eyes, a flash of excitement in his gaze.

Just as he had anticipated, absorbing a defense-type soul beast had indeed unlocked defense-type equipment.

But when he clearly perceived the equipment within his soul skill, the excitement on his face faded by more than half, and he sighed helplessly.

"Tsk, I suppose it was too much to expect the Resurrection Armor right off the bat."

Seeing the disappointment on his face, Flender asked:

"What? Didn't get the soul skill you expected?"

Lin Feng stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and sighed with his head lowered.

"Yeah! Maybe the Dean could gift me a gold coin to cheer me up."

Thornmail would be decent, too; maxing out physical defense while reflecting damage back at the opponent.

Flender's face darkened on the spot.

"I'm about to be sick from your attitude. How about you gift me a few tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins to make me happy?"

"Dean, if it weren't for the fact that I can't beat you, I'd have farmed millions of Gold Soul Coins off you today."

Lin Feng bantered with him while checking the unlock prices for the defensive equipment.

"Resurrection Armor: 2280 gold coins, Guardian of Eternal Night: 2020 gold coins..."

"Oh! The prices for all the equipment haven't changed. They're actually quite conscientious in this regard; I thought they'd take advantage of the situation and charge me hundreds of millions for the Resurrection Armor."

Flender clenched his fists, a sinister smile on his face.

"It seems that since breaking through to a Soul Grand Master, someone's wings have hardened. I just wonder if their strength is as hard."

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

Lin Feng quickly offered a fawning smile and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Dean, let me test out my fresh-out-of-the-oven soul skill."

A purple soul ring rose from beneath his feet as he chanted in a low voice.

"Thornmail!"

A brilliant, eye-catching gold coin flew out from the Blessing Gold Pouch, shooting straight toward Flender.

The surface of the coin was engraved with a red-and-silver thorned armor; the ridged plating was covered in cold, silver spikes that shimmered with a blood-red luster, making anyone who looked at it feel a prickling sensation on their scalp, as if there were no way to attack it.

The moment the gold coin merged into his body, Flender's expression changed drastically.

His strength surged by 45%, his defense tripled, and even more terrifyingly, his internal vitality increased by 70% out of thin air.

But before he could finish processing the changes, another gold coin merged into his body.

With the effects of two Thornmails stacked, his strength skyrocketed by 90%, his defense soared to 600%, and his vitality surged by a staggering 140%.

Flender felt his entire body brimming with explosive power, feeling stronger than ever before, and he couldn't wait to find someone to spar with immediately.