Pig Knight Yu Xiaogang? Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Golden Sacred Dragon? Can't Pull It Off!

Outside Suotuo City, on a desolate patch of open ground.

Two men and a woman stood in a triangular formation. Soul Power surged between them, faintly forming a dazzling golden triangle of light.

At the center of the formation, the phantom of a golden dragon struggled to take shape.

"Roar—"

With a deep, muffled dragon's cry, the golden light formation shuddered violently, then burst apart like a soap bubble.

The phantom vanished. All three groaned and staggered back several steps.

Flender panted heavily, pushed up his crystal glasses, and rubbed his aching shoulders as he complained:

"I can't go on, Xiaogang. This Martial Soul Fusion Skill consumes a terrifying amount of Soul Power. My old bones are about to fall apart."

Liu Erlong glared at him and said crossly:

"Boss Fu, stop complaining!

We were clearly this close to making the Golden Sacred Dragon fully manifest!"

Then Liu Erlong immediately put on a tender, concerned expression and hurried over to Yu Xiaogang:

"Xiaogang, are you all right?

Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"

Yu Xiaogang's face was a little pale. He waved a hand and stared at the spot where the light formation had shattered, his brow furrowed.

"I'm fine.

Erlong, Boss Fu, our compatibility is already good enough.

It's just that my Soul Power is too low.

Luo Sanpao, as the vessel for the fusion skill, can't withstand the infusion of your Soul Power."

Flender sighed, stepped forward, and patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder.

"You can't take all the blame for this. After all, a Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill is something few have ever managed to master. Let's take it slowly."

After a pause, Flender's expression grew complicated. He tentatively began:

"Xiaogang, there's something... I think I should tell you.

It's about the news from Heaven Dou City."

Yu Xiaogang looked up, puzzled.

"Heaven Dou City?

What happened?"

Flender glanced at Liu Erlong and said in a grave voice:

"It's been the talk of the town these past few days.

Your father... Sect Master Yu, and Sect Master Tang Tian of the Clear Sky Sect were both defeated in succession at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena."

Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted sharply. He cried out in shock:

"That's impossible!

My father is a Level 93 Titled Douluo, and Tang Tian is a Level 95 Super Douluo. Who could defeat them?!"

"A young man named Qian Yu."

Flender gave a bitter smile and continued:

"And...

It's said your father was forced to admit in front of everyone that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was inferior to his opponent's Martial Soul, and that the Dark Sacred Dragon was the greatest Beast Martial Soul in the world."

"What?!"

Yu Xiaogang felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. His face went deathly pale.

He clenched both fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had actually been trampled underfoot?

And by the same person!

Qian Yu!

Qian Yu had stolen his woman.

And now he was going to trample the dignity of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan underfoot too?!

This was an utter humiliation!

It was worth noting that back when they attended the ceremony in Spirit City, quite a few people had seen the images on the Image Recording Stone.

But because the story's main character was Yu Xiaogang—

That is, because the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall were both entangled in the matter—

The news had circulated only among a handful of people at the upper levels.

Yu Xiaogang still had no idea.

All the embarrassing things he'd done back then had been exposed.

After Yu Xiaogang had spent some time in a daze, a kind-hearted Healing Soul Master who happened to pass by had barely managed to heal his legs enough for him to walk.

He'd also hurried to cut ties with that widower.

But whenever it rained, his legs would throb with unbearable pain.

To travel, he had no choice but to summon Luo Sanpao as a mount.

He'd become a Pig Knight.

Seeing this, Liu Erlong took Yu Xiaogang's hand, her heart aching for him.

"Xiaogang, don't get worked up. The rumors might not all be true..."

"No, Boss Fu wouldn't joke about something like this."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath. An extremely complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.

There was pain, resentment, and an almost fanatical stubbornness.

Yu Xiaogang abruptly raised his head, fixed his gaze on the open ground before him, and gritted his teeth.

"Again!

Let's keep practicing!"

Flender frowned as he looked at Yu Xiaogang's legs, trembling like a sieve, and tried to dissuade him.

"Xiaogang, your body's already pushed past its limits..."

"I said, again!"

Bloodshot eyes gleamed in Yu Xiaogang's gaze as he spoke, each word deliberate:

"I have to perform the Golden Sacred Dragon perfectly!

I'll prove to the whole world that my theory is right!

I'll use the Golden Sacred Dragon to reclaim, with my own hands, the dignity the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lost!"

Liu Erlong looked at Yu Xiaogang's blood-red eyes, clenched her teeth, then turned to Flender.

"Boss Fu, if Xiaogang wants to practice, then we'll practice with him!

We'll just control how much Soul Power we release so we don't hurt him."

Flender sighed helplessly and pushed up his glasses.

"Erlong, you really do spoil him too much.

Fine, fine. I'll risk my life for a friend. Let's give it another try."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forced himself to endure the stabbing pain in his legs from the rainy weather, and shouted:

"Luo Sanpao, come out!"

"Luo, luo—"

Luo Sanpao landed in the center of the formation with a grunt, obvious fatigue and fear in its eyes.

"Sun and Moon Shine, Golden Rotation!"

Yu Xiaogang forcibly squeezed out what little Soul Power remained in his body. The three of them took their places in the triangular formation once more.

A dazzling pillar of golden light shot into the sky. Flender and Liu Erlong's immense Soul Power once again poured madly into Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao howled in pain as its body began to swell violently. Faint golden dragon scales emerged across its surface.

But Yu Xiaogang, the formation's core, turned as pale as paper.

His legs, already carrying old injuries, trembled like fallen leaves in the wind under the terrifying pressure and pull of the Soul Power.

"Xiaogang!

Stop, now!

Your meridians can't take it!"

Flender sensed Yu Xiaogang's aura rapidly weakening and cried out.

"No!

I can do it!

Fuse!"

Yu Xiaogang's face twisted. He clenched his teeth so hard that blood had already seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Roar—"

The Golden Sacred Dragon in midair let out a wavering wail. Its body, on the verge of solidifying, twisted violently.

"Boom!"

A wave of air exploded, and the golden light instantly collapsed.

Luo Sanpao was flung far away like a deflated ball and passed out.

"Pfft—"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His legs could no longer support him, and he dropped straight to his knees in the muddy ground.

"Xiaogang!"

Liu Erlong cried out. Ignoring the tightness in her chest from Soul Power backlash, she rushed over and held him tightly in her arms.

"Are you all right?

Don't scare me!"

Flender hurried over too, his brow furrowed as he felt Yu Xiaogang's pulse.

"Your Soul Power is depleted, your meridians are damaged, and the old injuries in your legs have flared up.

Xiaogang, you're risking your life!"

Yu Xiaogang shoved Liu Erlong's hand away and dug both hands into the dirt.