At the Void Merchant System's prompt, Le Zhengyue's eyes flickered briefly before being overtaken by wild joy.
Everyone knew that the most powerful being in the Douluo era was undoubtedly the Dragon God.
He was the only Supreme God King in all of Douluo history, and the only one who had created a terrifying realm almost like a God Star.
If Le Zhengyue could obtain his legacy now, the benefits would be beyond words.
But whether Le Zhengyue wanted it or not, it seemed he had no choice.
As soon as the Void Merchant System finished reshuffling the cards, this one slowly merged into his body.
A deep, resonant dragon's roar rang out around Le Zhengyue, and the enormous phantom of a Nine-Colored Dragon appeared behind him.
The colossal dragon let out a world-shaking roar. In an instant, the sky was covered in a nine-colored glow. Phantoms of countless dragons appeared, and every one of them bowed its head.
It was a sight so terrifying that everyone stared blankly at the sky, shaken beyond words.
The Second Elder standing nearby was completely dumbfounded.
First, he looked at Le Zhengyue. He could sense the blood connection between them, confirming that the boy was his elder brother's grandson.
But the next moment, as he gazed at that terrifying giant dragon, he was at a loss.
He had no idea which generation of his elder brother's descendants had inherited such a fearsome Martial Soul. It could even stir changes in the heavens and earth, producing a celestial phenomenon.
The four other boys nearby were also staring at the scene in a daze. They had never witnessed anything so terrifying.
Then, the very next instant, as everyone watched in horror, enormous angel wings slowly spread across the sky, and an aura of unimaginable terror swept outward.
A figure appeared in midair. Before the phenomenon could spread across the entire Angel City and beyond, the terrifying figure abruptly raised the Angel Longsword in his hand.
The sword slashed down, completely blotting out the phenomenon that should have filled the entire sky.
When the terrifying spectacle vanished, the Second Elder below let out a long breath of relief.
The Douluo World was in utter turmoil. The great empires and organizations were locked in conflict with one another.
The Sun-Moon Empire was especially troublesome, and the Sun-Moon Federation was also in a state of internal disorder.
After all, the empire was practically their own ancestral homeland. Although the Federation had already abolished the imperial house, it was still awkward when they came to blows.
In times like these, all the major organizations were on edge. If someone as terrifying as this appeared in the Yue Family, it could easily attract the attention of others.
As the phenomenon disappeared, a middle-aged man slowly descended. The aura of a Limit Douluo radiated from him as his gaze swept across the area and settled on his younger brother.
"Second Brother, what on earth happened here?"
"Elder Brother, don't blame me. All this was caused by your grandson, Le Zhengyue."
The old man spoke helplessly and looked toward the arena.
Le Zhengyue was sitting cross-legged there. Nine-colored power flickered in his eyes, shifting between light and shadow, but the corners of his mouth were twitching.
When his Dragon God Martial Soul awakened, his Innate Soul Power had reached a full level 20. It was an astonishing number.
An Innate Soul Power of level 20 was beyond anyone's imagination. Still, for the Dragon God Martial Soul he had awakened, it seemed rather reasonable.
But then, to his utter disbelief, he saw the system's prompt:
[Innate Soul Power detected as highest among the group. Tang Wulin is one level above you. System activated: his awakened Innate Soul Power is level 21.]
Reading the prompt, Le Zhengyue's mouth twitched.
He slowly opened his eyes and stood up. The excitement in his gaze had vanished, leaving only a grim expression.
Tang Wulin was already terrifying enough, but the most formidable boss at this stage, aside from Qian Daoliu, was Gu Yuena.
The fact that she had been reborn meant she was hopelessly lovestruck. She would definitely protect her darling.
At this stage, if Tang Wulin noticed anything off about him, Gu Yuena could step in—and he'd be as good as dead.
That was the last thing Le Zhengyue wanted.
So, regardless of whether he could take on Tang Wulin, Tang San, and Huo Yuhao, he wouldn't dare touch Tang Wulin.
Le Zhengyue was still lost in thought and paying no attention to the two men as the middle-aged man and the old man approached.
The middle-aged man glanced at his young grandson, then promptly flicked him hard on the forehead.
A sharp jolt of pain shot through Le Zhengyue, and he sucked in a breath.
He looked up and saw his grandfather, Yue Zhengen, standing there with his Second Granduncle, Le Zhengchenning.
"Grandfather, Second Granduncle, did you need something?"
Le Zhengyue rubbed his head, wearing a helpless expression.
Yue Zhengen looked at his young grandson, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Did your Martial Soul mutate? Our family has never had a Martial Soul this terrifying. It can actually suppress the Holy Angel?"
Yue Zhengen paused, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.
He had never seen a Martial Soul like this dragon. Its suppressive power could even subdue the Holy Angel, despite having nothing to do with it. Yue Zhengen simply couldn't imagine it.
But as more and more family members gathered around them, Yue Zhengen raised a hand. The power of a Limit Douluo descended, instantly whisking his grandson and younger brother away.
A dizzying sensation washed over Le Zhengyue. When he opened his eyes again, he was already inside the family's secret grounds.
Looking around at the vast, somewhat antiquated space, Le Zhengyue's eyes held a trace of curiosity.
The next moment, Yue Zhengen raised his hand. A compass appeared in it, and he slowly passed it to Le Zhengyue.
"Let's test you. Check your spiritual power and your Innate Soul Power level."
Yue Zhengen's voice was solemn. Le Zhengyue paused for just a second, then slowly placed his hand on the compass.
His Soul Power Level began to rise. It quickly reached level 10, and delight appeared in Yue Zhengen's eyes. But the next moment, the entire compass exploded into pieces.
Yue Zhengen fell silent at the absurd sight, then looked at his young grandson.
"What's your Soul Power Level right now? It's already above level 10, isn't it? Under normal circumstances, you absolutely can't break through without fusing with a Soul Ring."
"But your Martial Soul is certainly unusual."
When he said "unusual," even Yue Zhengen fell silent for a moment.
As a Limit Douluo and one of the Federation's pillars, he had never heard of a Martial Soul this terrifying—one that could surpass its own limits, break through the threshold of Innate Soul Power at level 10, and reach an even higher level spoken of only in legend.
Meeting his grandfather's complicated gaze, Le Zhengyue had no intention of hiding the truth.
This wasn't the stage for him to play weak while secretly biding his time. There were three protagonists on the outside, and trouble at home as well. He had no idea what sort of earth-shaking mess the supporting characters within his own ranks might cause.
If he didn't get the family to take him seriously at this stage and devote all their resources to cultivating him, he might as well kill himself.
"Grandfather, my Martial Soul is a very special dragon-type Martial Soul. You can call it the Nine-Colored Dragon. My Innate Soul Power Level is 20."
"And my Martial Soul seems to have a mysterious legacy. Once I reach a certain level of strength, I'll be able to become a god!"
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