Fire Dragon Attacks

The pitch-black carriage had just crossed the boundary of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, its wheels kicking up a cloud of cold dust.

A cold, grand mechanical voice boomed within Liu Erlong's mind.

[God-Level More Children More Blessings System No. 003, officially bound and activated!]

Liu Erlong's pupils constricted violently, her hands instinctively yanking hard on the reins.

The horses let out a long, shrill neigh, their front hooves rearing high into the air as the entire carriage screeched to a halt on the spot.

Her crimson Crimson Fire Dragon martial soul power surged out of her body instantly, and the violent pressure of a level 70 Soul Saint swept outward with the carriage as the center.

The trees by the roadside were shaken violently by this scorching current, their withered leaves igniting on the spot.

Liu Erlong scanned her surroundings, her eyes sharp as blades, searching with extreme vigilance for any spirit-type Titled Douluo playing tricks in the shadows.

Aside from the whistling of the night wind, the area was completely empty.

The holographic screen did not give her any extra time to probe; it forcibly unfolded in layers across Liu Erlong's retinas.

The screen flickered, not showing her some miserable or desperate future, but cutting directly to a scene of immense visual impact.

In the image, a vast, pure-to-the-extreme source of life descended from the sky, pouring heavily into her body.

Under the scouring of this power, the miscellaneous colors on her Crimson Fire Dragon martial soul faded away, and her deep red scales transformed inch by inch into dazzling, brilliant gold.

Her bloodline underwent a complete atavism, evolving into the purest True Dragon.

Immediately following this, the version of her in the vision saw her soul power advance like a hot knife through butter, easily shattering the shackles of a Titled Douluo.

Nine hundred-thousand-year red soul rings exploded in succession, and finally, a brilliant halo symbolizing a godhood condensed behind her back.

The dazzling divine light stung Liu Erlong's eyes.

[Ding!]

The system's cold prompt sounded once more: [As long as you complete the bond mission with the "Lord of Creation" Su Chen, you will obtain the supreme power shown in the image. If you refuse to bind, the host will be locked at your current cultivation level for life, with no further progress possible.]

The system had assumed that such a slightly coercive, binding requirement would provoke fierce resistance and cursing from this hot-tempered "mother dragon."

However, Liu Erlong did not move.

She stared fixedly at the world-destroying power in the vision, and far from feeling a shred of fear or rejection, a fanatical light erupted in the depths of her eyes.

For the first half of her life, she had wasted sixteen years on a coward who spoke only of benevolence and morality.

She had compromised and suppressed her true nature, only to be met with the words "suffocating."

Now, a path to the heavens leading directly to the divine realm had been smashed right in front of her.

She no longer needed to look at anyone's face, no longer needed to care about those damn worldly ethics; as long as she obtained this power, she could trample everything from her past underfoot.

The system took the opportunity to flash several lines of scarlet text on the screen.

[Novice mission released.]

[Mission requirements: Arrive at the Library Pavilion in Martial Soul City within three days and find the target, Su Chen. Release your full martial soul power in front of him and let him feel your strength and wildness.]

[Mission reward: 5% purification of the Fire Dragon martial soul origin.]

Between the lines, there was an unquestionable, coercive tone.

Liu Erlong's gaze shifted downward, her eyes locking onto the two characters "Su Chen."

Without hesitation, her left hand reached into her bosom and pulled out the Invitation to the Establishment and Selection Ceremony of the Holy Son she had swiped from Yu Xiaogang's desk. She snapped the wax seal with one hand and unfolded the scroll.

She skipped over the high-sounding nonsense at the beginning and landed on the very end of the scroll.

The name of the newly appointed Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall was printed right there: Su Chen.

The names matched perfectly.

The mysterious Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall, who was the subject of widespread rumors and protected by both the Pope and the Young Master, was the "Lord of Creation" designated by the system.

Show strength and wildness to a strange man she had never met?

Faced with a mission that any normal woman would consider bizarre and shameful, Liu Erlong did not feel even half a second of psychological burden.

She didn't bite her lip, didn't blush, and certainly didn't engage in any convoluted internal conflict.

Clutching the gold-stamped invitation, she suddenly threw her head back and erupted into a peal of wild, sky-piercing laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The laughter shook the night sky, causing the carriage horses to paw the ground in agitation.

Having been thoroughly broken by that damned thing called love, Liu Erlong's thinking was now extremely clear and simple.

This was nothing more than a fair trade to become stronger.

The system gives a mission, she completes it, and then she takes the reward.

No moral kidnapping, no emotional entanglement.

"Isn't it just showing off my muscles?" Liu Erlong stuffed the invitation back into her bosom, a wild arc curling at the corners of her mouth. "In this life, what I'm best at is fighting and showing off my muscles!"

She grabbed the horse whip and raised her arm.

"Crack!"

A crisp whip-crack exploded in the night sky. Violent fire-attribute soul power surged directly into the horses through the whip.

The carriage horses' eyes glowed red as they let out a frantic, long neigh.

Dragging a trail of crimson flames, the entire carriage charged toward Martial Soul City with the momentum of a god-slayer.

In the woods a few hundred meters behind, two Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples, who had been secretly ordered to tail and monitor the target, were scared out of their wits by the sudden, manic laughter and the reckless speed of the carriage.

Their legs went weak, causing them to collapse to the ground. Watching the crimson firelight rapidly recede into the distance, they couldn't even muster the thought of stepping forward to intercept.

Traveling day and night.

Three full days of frantic travel.

Dust-covered and weary, Liu Erlong drove the carriage until she finally arrived before the massive gates on the outskirts of Martial Soul City.

At the city gate, over a hundred heavily armed city defense knights had set up three checkpoints, conducting extremely rigorous interrogations and searches on everyone entering the city.

Ever since the Sacrificial Ceremony, the city-wide martial law level had been raised another notch.

Liu Erlong didn't even step down from the carriage.

She pulled the reins with one hand, completely ignoring the guards who raised their spears to intercept her, and whipped her right hand out, tossing the viewing invitation stamped with the highest seal of Martial Soul Hall.

The scroll struck the lead knight's breastplate with precision.

The lead knight was furious and about to draw his sword, but when he saw the gold-stamped seal on the scroll, his movements froze abruptly.

The explosive soul power that had been simmering in Liu Erlong for three days suddenly erupted.

The terrifying pressure of a seven-ring Soul Saint pressed down on the shoulders of the city defense guards without reservation.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, here by invitation to observe the ceremony." Liu Erlong sat on the carriage shaft, looking down at them from above, her voice cold and hard. "Get out of the way."

Cold sweat broke out on the lead knight's forehead. Holding the highest-level invitation, combined with being such an incredibly violent seven-ring powerhouse, this was not someone their gate-guarding unit could afford to provoke.

"Let, let them pass!" the knight captain waved his hands repeatedly, shouting the order.

The spear formation instantly cleared a wide path.

The carriage drove straight in.

After entering the inner city, Liu Erlong casually abandoned the carriage by the side of the road.

She keenly sensed the murderous atmosphere in the air. After making a few inquiries, she learned that the Library Pavilion had been designated as a Level-One restricted area, where even the Worship Hall was forbidden to approach.

If Qian Renxue were facing this situation, she would certainly find a set of night-traveling clothes, calculate the blind spots of the patrols, and sneak in with extreme caution.

But Liu Erlong did not.

She didn't care about restricted areas or anything of the sort. Guided by the precise coordinates provided by the system in her mind, she strode forward with long, purposeful steps.

She didn't even restrain a shred of her aura, swaggering directly toward the heavily guarded Library Pavilion.

At the edge of the three-hundred-pace blockade.

A row of heavily armed Judgment Knights stood ready. Seeing the woman in red charging toward them with an explosive aura and making no attempt to hide her tracks, the knights became instantly alert.

"Halt!"

A squad leader stepped forward, drawing the longsword at his waist with a "clang."

"Swish, swish, swish!"

A dozen sharp Judgment Halberds crossed in unison, firmly blocking the path ahead.

"This is a Level-One restricted area! Take one more step, and you will be executed without mercy!" the squad leader shouted sternly.

Liu Erlong stopped abruptly half a step outside the blockade line.

She looked at the cold, gleaming halberd blades before her, then raised her head to glance at the dilapidated Library Pavilion in the distance.

The system's mission requirements were extremely clear: find the target, release your full martial soul, and make him feel your power and wildness.

Explanation? Infiltration? Reporting?

None of that was necessary.

Liu Erlong's eyes turned incredibly fierce. She couldn't even be bothered to waste a single word.

"BOOM!"

Without any warning. Two yellow, two purple, three black.

Seven soul rings, symbolizing the optimal configuration, rose from beneath her feet in an explosive display.

Violent, peerless Crimson Fire Dragon soul power surged into the sky.

A massive, ferocious phantom of a Crimson Fire Dragon rose from the ground, illuminating the night sky above in blood red.

The incredibly wild Soul Saint pressure transformed into tangible heat waves, carrying temperatures high enough to melt steel, crashing directly through the formation of Judgment Knights and heading straight for the Library Pavilion in the distance.

"Enemy attack!"

The dozen Judgment Knights at the forefront were forced back repeatedly by this fearless, violent pressure; their chests felt stifled, and they nearly spat out blood.

With eyes wide in horror, they frantically blew the urgent whistles around their necks.

A sharp whistle instantly tore through the night sky of Martial Soul City.

Inside the Library Pavilion.

Su Chen was leaning back comfortably in a bamboo chair.

He had just tapped open the light screen of the Eye of Omniscience, preparing to enjoy the progression mission footage of Qian Renxue, whose coordinates were set to "outside the rear window of the Pope's Bedchamber."

Suddenly, within his Sea of Divine Consciousness.

[Beep—beep—beep—]

The early warning radar of the Eye of Omniscience erupted with an extremely piercing, high-frequency buzz. This alert level was more intense than any he had experienced before.

Immediately following, the exclusive panel for Subject 003 slammed open, directly occupying the absolute center of the light screen.

Su Chen fixed his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the rows of data displayed there.

[Target: Subject 003, Liu Erlong]

[Current emotional state monitoring...]

[Hesitation/Internal conflict value: 0%]

[Shame/Resistance value: 0%]

[Career-focused/Just-do-it value: 100%]

[Current action: Forcibly and violently manifesting Martial Soul!]

At the same time, the already dilapidated wooden window of the Library Pavilion was forced open by an intensely scorching gale.

Even the floor tiles beneath his feet were trembling slightly; an aura of a Fire Dragon—savage, brutal, and utterly unreasonable—pressed down upon the room like a tidal wave.

Outside, the sound of rising and falling alarm whistles and the roars of the Judgment Knights had descended into total chaos.

Su Chen sat in his bamboo chair, his fingers still suspended in mid-air.

His face, which had always been one of calculated strategy—capable of feigning cowardice no matter the situation—stiffened in earnest at this moment.

He stared at the row of bizarre "0 resistance" data on the light screen, feeling the explosive aura outside that seemed intent on tearing the roof off the building.

The corner of Su Chen's mouth twitched violently and uncontrollably.

He had faced the killing intent and frantic delusions of Bibi Dong, and he had dealt with the arrogance and twisted competitive desire of Qian Renxue.

But this was the first time he had encountered a "Straight-Ball Tyrant Dragon" like this—one who completely ignored common sense and refused to play any games of emotional manipulation.

He was left completely stunned.