Golden Dragon King Bloodline

Mu Ye sighed after he finished speaking. He was very satisfied with his disciple's talent and overall performance, so he spoke frankly.

Li Ang fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

Watching Li Ang get out of the car without hesitation and leave, Mu Ye sighed.

The vehicle rolled slowly away. Watching Mu Ye's retreating figure, Li Ang stood there in silence.

His gaze had been calm and unwavering from beginning to end. Only when he turned to look at the academy did the faintest ripple appear in his eyes.

He didn't return to school directly. Instead, he calmly walked toward a shadow nearby.

When he reached the shadows, he raised his hand, and Little Butterfly slowly appeared, circling quietly in his palm.

As Li Ang lifted his hand, Little Butterfly slowly melded into his body.

His hand began to change. Starting at his arm, pure white armor gradually emerged.

Rather than armor, it was more like a humanoid mech.

A humanoid mech with all the characteristics of One-Word Battle Armor clung to Li Ang's body.

Feeling his strength begin to swell, Li Ang's body started to break free of its restraints.

Countless dark yellow runes appeared on his arms.

The runes began to loosen their suppression of his power, releasing their own strength as well.

As Li Ang calmly rose to his feet, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes and shot up to a height of nearly ten meters.

Then his figure blurred, and he headed straight for a nearby classroom building.

Two months had passed, but that didn't mean Li Ang had remained unchanged.

He badly needed Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline. After all, the Golden Dragon King Bloodline was a special kind of bloodline.

As for Little Butterfly and Little Black Dog—especially Little Black Dog—the trait it chose after advancing to the hundred-thousand-year level would be of great help to its growth if it was one the Golden Dragon King possessed. It might even give it a tremendous boost.

So what Li Ang was going to do today was seize the Golden Dragon King Bloodline inside Tang Wulin—or, more precisely, the first layer of it.

Originally, Tang Wulin couldn't have gathered three kinds of spirit herbs in such a short time.

But with Li Ang's covert support, gathering the three spirit herbs was no problem for Tang Wulin.

In the pitch-black classroom, Tang Wulin drew deep breaths.

He had locked the classroom door from the inside and sat there in silence.

He gently raised his hand and crushed two spirit fruits, then added ten drops of dragon blood.

He looked at the special potion, its strange scent wafting from within.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, tipped his head back, and drank the entire bottle in one go.

A searing force gathered inside him, growing hotter by the moment.

Tang Wulin lay on the ground, cold sweat on his face, his whole body curled into a ball.

A faint golden sheen flickered in his eyes and across his body.

Tang Wulin opened his mouth and couldn't help letting out a scream.

Just then, the window was quietly breached. The entire pane shattered into powder and drifted to the floor without making even the slightest sound.

Li Ang, clad from head to toe in One-Word Battle Armor, strode in.

Dark runes flickered all around him, giving him an exceedingly strange air.

Tang Wulin had already lost consciousness and lay limp on the ground.

Looking down at Tang Wulin, Li Ang remained calm, but his expression was full of caution.

He knew Tang San had left divine consciousness inside Tang Wulin.

Now that the first layer of the seal had been released, Tang San's divine consciousness had surely recovered considerably as well.

Sure enough, as Li Ang drew closer, a terrifying force began to gather around Tang Wulin.

Li Ang stared straight at that force, yet there wasn't a trace of fear in his expression.

Tang San's divine consciousness was naturally powerful. It belonged to a God King, after all.

But Tang Wulin had only just begun to break the seal. That meant he had only broken through the first layer.

In that case, even if Tang San's divine consciousness remained, there wouldn't be much of it.

It might be able to protect Tang Wulin from ordinary dangers.

But against Li Ang, with the Golden Dragon King Bloodline as his target, Tang San would have little chance to interfere.

A terrifying force gathered in Li Ang's palm. He thrust out his hand without hesitation and pressed it directly against Tang Wulin.

His hand remained perfectly still.

But the moment his palm touched Tang Wulin, a terrifying power of extraction surged forth.

It was the power of the Douluo Planet Martial Soul.

The galaxy within Li Ang's body turned gently.

Countless golden droplets of blood, condensed from the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, slowly floated out of Tang Wulin's body.

Tang Wulin had only just awakened this power and begun to master it. Now Li Ang stripped it away with ease.

Watching this power, Tang San, who had been lying dormant, finally moved.

Terrifying spiritual power gathered, taking the shape of a spear that pierced through everything and shot straight toward Li Ang's spiritual sea.

The attack was vicious, but Li Ang's expression didn't change in the slightest.

The Spirit Spear pierced through his defenses and entered his spiritual sea.

Yet before it struck, its power had already been reduced by nearly forty percent.

The Rock Element around him formed a faint protective barrier, impeding the Spirit Spear's invasion, while the special metal used by Little Butterfly also interfered with the spiritual attack.

When the remaining force entered his spiritual sea, more than 1,500 points of spiritual power within Li Ang surged into action.

The terrifying spear tore through the spiritual sea like a colossal claw ripping apart the sky and earth.

The spiritual sea was the most vital, most central place in a person's mind.

But Li Ang's spiritual sea was a deep, unfathomable color.

As the force breached the spiritual sea, the previously calm surface rippled faintly.

The terrifying forces swept together. Within the spiritual sea, a pair of enormous eyes seemed to appear in silence.

It was a gigantic monster, horrifying in appearance, somewhat like the divine dragons of ancient Chinese legend, yet it bore three horns of distinctly different shapes.

The enormous creature hidden within the spiritual sea seemed to lift its eyes slightly.

Its vertical pupils, rimmed with a faint red glow, quietly watched what lay ahead.

The terrifying Spirit Spear pierced through and plunged into the spiritual sea, making it churn slightly—but that was all.

Li Ang closed his eyes, then opened them again. In an instant, his eyes became dark golden vertical pupils.

A faint red gleam slipped across those pupils.

Golden power slowly gathered before Li Ang.

Looking at the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, Li Ang's gaze remained calm.

He raised his hand slightly and gathered the golden bloodline directly into his palm.