Battling Mu En, The Terror of the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation

Mu En nodded after listening.

He did not rush to offer praise, instead pacing the study twice while leaning on his cane.

"Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation... the momentum is sufficient." The old man stopped and turned to look at Mu Tianyi. "However, momentum alone is not enough. You must get to the bottom of this form's true nature."

He reached out, placed a hand on Mu Tianyi's shoulder, and felt around carefully, his brows knitting together.

"A three-hundred percent boost to all attributes, a five-hundred percent bonus to light and dark elemental damage..."

"With your current physique and soul power, you shouldn't be able to maintain a Martial Soul Fusion Skill of this intensity for very long."

Mu Tianyi felt it himself.

Although the two forces within his body were balanced, their circulation consumed a massive amount of energy, like a beast guzzling fuel.

Stepping on the gas felt exhilarating, but the fuel tank was emptying at a terrifying speed.

"Let's go." Mu En let go and walked toward the door. "We'll find an open space, and Xuan Zu will spar with you."

The two left the Sea God Pavilion, passed through a bamboo forest, and arrived at an open field on the west side of Sea God Island.

This was originally one of the training grounds for Inner Court students to practice combat.

At this moment, the area was deserted, with only the afternoon sun blanketing the bluestone ground.

Mu En walked to the center of the field, turned around, struck his cane against the ground, and sat cross-legged.

With his white hair and hunched frame, he looked like a weathered, ancient sculpture.

But his eyes were startlingly bright.

"Come, Tianyi." The old man beckoned with his finger. "Use your strongest state; there is no need to hold back."

Mu Tianyi took a deep breath, not hesitating.

"Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation!"

Two streams of air, one black and one white, erupted from his body, weaving into that profound Yin-Yang pattern behind him.

His stature grew, his white hair fell to his shoulders, and the ink-black streaks at his forehead looked as if cut by a blade.

Behind him, black and white wings unfurled with a boom!

Two purple soul rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating around his body.

Mu Tianyi clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within, his black-rimmed golden eyes locking onto Mu En.

"Xuan Zu, be careful."

His second soul ring lit up—Radiant Dragon Body!

A golden halo covered his entire body. With the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation already providing a terrifying boost to all attributes, the addition of the Radiant Dragon Body's 200% strength and light damage bonus caused Mu Tianyi's aura to skyrocket.

He did not hesitate, his figure blurring into motion.

First soul ring, Sacred Dragon Rending Sky Claw!

His right dragon claw condensed the power of light, five golden blades tearing through the air with a sharp sonic boom, striking directly at Mu En's face!

He held nothing back in this attack.

Speed, power, and angle—everything reached the absolute limit of what he could currently achieve.

Then.

Clap.

A withered, thin palm lifted up, unhurried and steady, its five fingers splayed to firmly catch the dragon claw capable of rending steel.

Mu En did not budge.

He had not even changed his sitting posture.

"The force is decent." The old man's tone was flat, as if he were commenting on the saltiness of a dish. "But it's not enough. Again!"

Mu Tianyi's pupils constricted. He retracted his claw, stepped back, and slammed his right foot into the ground.

Hell Demon Dragon right leg bone, activate!

Dark purple light exploded from his right leg, and the phantom of a pitch-black demon dragon coiled upward, wrapping around his entire limb.

This eighty-thousand-year Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone granted him a purely offensive soul skill—Demon Dragon Heaven-Shattering Strike.

It condensed the destructive power of the Hell Demon Dragon into his right leg to launch a lethal kick.

Upon hitting the target, the dark elemental damage would double, and it would carry the "Dragon Might Suppression" effect, suppressing the resistance of lower-tier dragon-type Martial Souls for a short duration.

Mu Tianyi spun, his right leg cleaving down like a battle axe!

This kick stirred up black shockwaves, and the bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked into spiderwebs from the residual force.

Mu En still did not stand up.

He simply raised his right hand, a cluster of soft holy light glowing in his palm, and pushed upward.

BOOM!

The black dragon-shaped energy collided with the holy light, exploding into a visible shockwave.

Mu En's hand remained as steady as a rock.

But his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Mu Tianyi caught his breath, his eyes burning with even greater fighting intent.

He did not use any soul skills again.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

The essence of the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation was not soul rings or soul bones, but a brand-new form born from the fusion of two martial souls.

In this state, the power flowing through his body was neither pure light nor pure darkness.

It was a Chaos Power, a fusion of yin and yang that existed between the two.

What he wanted to test was this very power.

Mu Tianyi opened his eyes and shot forward like a bolt of lightning!

He did not use any soul skills, simply condensing that Chaos Power within his body into his right fist and slamming it toward Mu En's chest.

This punch had no sonic boom, no light, and looked completely unremarkable.

But Mu En's eyes lit up.

The old man did not use holy light to block this time; instead, he raised his left hand and caught the punch with his bare palm.

Fist and palm met.

A dull sound, like the beating of a war drum, rang out.

The corners of Mu En's mouth slowly curled upward.

"This punch is quite interesting." The old man nodded, his gaze filled with genuine approval.

Mu Tianyi felt a jolt in his heart.

It worked!

He took a deep breath, the yin and yang power within him surging wildly as he prepared to launch an even stronger attack.

At that very instant.

An aura as vast as the sea descended from the sky!

Mu En remained seated, not even standing up, merely lifting his eyes to look at Mu Tianyi.

Just one look.

Mu Tianyi's movements froze completely.

His body felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible mountain; every inch of muscle and every wisp of soul power was locked down tight, leaving him unable to move.

The feeling was like an ant looking up at the firmament.

"That's enough, stop." Mu En's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable majesty. "Withdraw your soul power. If you keep fighting, it will be beyond your control."

Mu Tianyi gritted his teeth and slowly retracted his power.

The yin-yang pattern behind him dissipated, his white hair turned back to black, and his stature shrank back to that of a child.

He gasped for air, his back soaked through with cold sweat.

Mu En stood up, brushed the dust off his robes, walked over to Mu Tianyi, and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"Your Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation is very strong." The old man's tone was firm, his eyes filled with gratification. "In your current state, if you unleash your full power, you can fight against an opponent at the Soul Elder level."

Mu Tianyi's eyes widened.

Soul Elder?

He was only level twenty-five; he wasn't even a Soul Elder yet.

"And..." Mu En changed the subject, a glint of light flashing in his deep eyes. "If your opponent possesses a dragon-type martial soul, and their bloodline quality is inferior to your Bright Sacred Dragon and Dark Sacred Dragon, you can suppress them even further."

"Martial soul suppression is more fatal in a real battle than a gap in Soul Power Level."

Mu Tianyi was stunned, then the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.

Combat power at the Soul Elder level, combined with dragon bloodline suppression.

This was the true value of the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation.

Mu En looked at the unconcealable pride on his great-grandson's face, snorted, and tapped his cane on the ground.

"Don't get too happy yet. In this state, at most, you can hold out for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and you'll need to rest for three days after one fight."