A Sword Shattered the Dragon King's Dream. Officer, I'm an Ordinary Person!
Gu Yuena stood rooted to the spot, her purple eyes wide open.
My Brain felt like it had been hit hard by something, and it was buzzing.
She watched as Tang Wulin was sent flying by a sword, rolled twice on the ground, and crashed into a tree root, looking disheveled.
Something's not right.
That power was neither Soul Power, nor sword energy, nor any power system she knew.
The Power of Destruction contained in that sword strike sent a shiver of instinct through her very soul.
She had only ever felt that way with one person.
Golden Dragon King.
No, that's not right.
The Golden Dragon King's power is tyrannical, brutal, and unreasonable; it is an innate, all-encompassing power inherent to the dragon race.
But Bai Yuan's sword strike wasn't about crushing; it was about annihilating.
It's the kind of thing where "you exist here, and I'll make you no longer exist here."
Destruction that is unreasonable, illogical, and devoid of cause and effect.
Gu Yuena's brows furrowed more and more tightly, and her lips pressed into a thin line.
She stared at Bai Yuan's retreating figure, a thought that even she found absurd churning within her.
This kid, isn't he the Golden Dragon King?
What is the Golden Dragon King?
Is there a powerful Dragon King?
Beep~
My Brain completely shut down.
It feels pointy on the head!
She stood still.
Her long silver hair swayed gently in the breeze, and her purple eyes were filled with confusion.
She has lived for so many years and has seen countless powerful people.
I've never felt my understanding so completely overturned before.
That sword strike just now did not calm Tang Wulin down.
He lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
The black and white eyes gazed at the treetops above, where sunlight filtered through the leaves, somewhat dazzling.
His right hand was still trembling, because the aftershock of that sword strike had left his entire arm numb.
He should stay calm; he knew Bai Yuan didn't really mean to hurt him.
He knew that was just a way to make him stop.
But he couldn't calm down.
Especially when he saw Gu Yuena's expression.
The silver-haired girl stood not far away, her purple eyes staring directly at Bai Yuan.
His face showed shock, bewilderment, and an expression of "I have never seen such power before."
Something indescribable welled up in Tang Wulin's heart.
It wasn't jealousy, it wasn't anger.
It's a more primal, more instinctive feeling, like your territory has been invaded.
The arm covered in golden scales began to change again.
Golden scales reappeared from his fingertips, denser and thicker than before.
The edge of each scale gleamed with a sharp light.
His arm was now noticeably thicker and larger than before, with bulging muscles.
The five fingers are bent like hooks, and the nails have become sharp claws, each several inches long.
The Golden Dragon Claw reappeared.
No, it's not just the Golden Dragon Claw.
The Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet began to grow wildly, spreading rapidly through the grass.
Tang Wulin got up from the ground, his head down, his short black hair obscuring his eyes.
His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his chest heaved more and more.
Like an enraged little beast, it made a low, indistinct sound from its throat.
"Tang Wulin--!"
Behind me, the voices of the other team members seemed muffled, indistinct.
Tang Wulin slowly raised his head, and his eyes changed.
Within those clear, black and white eyes, a golden vertical pupil was slowly emerging.
They are not human eyes, but dragon eyes.
He looked at Bai Yuan, then at Gu Yuena, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.
And desires he himself was unaware of intertwined, transforming into a burning flame.
"Why..."
His voice was very low, as if he were asking Bai Yuan, or perhaps asking himself.
Bai Yuan frowned slightly as he observed Tang Wulin's change.
The Golden Dragon King Bloodline was far more violent than he had imagined.
That sword strike wasn't meant to hurt him, it was meant to make him stop.
But now it seems that the sword strike not only failed to calm him down, but instead stirred something deeper within his bloodline.
Gu Yuena snapped out of her daze after the system crashed.
Looking at Tang Wulin's arm, which had completely Dragon Transformation, a complex light flashed in his purple eyes.
She recognized that power— the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
It's not the instinctive, passive kind of thing anymore.
Instead, it was fueled by anger, resentment, and some other emotion that she herself couldn't quite define.
Active release.
But now is not the time to think about that; that kid's behavior is off.
The tyrannical element within the Golden Dragon King Bloodline is eroding his sanity.
If he continues like this, he will either suffer a backlash from his bloodline or completely lose control.
Bai Yuan looked at Tang Wulin's eyes, which still shone with golden vertical pupils, and shook his head.
This kid still hasn't calmed down.
The savagery within the Golden Dragon King Bloodline seemed to have been ignited by something.
It rampaged through his body, devouring his already fragile sanity.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again.
Something was burning deep within those dark eyes.
Behind him, the phantom of a pair of wings slowly unfolded.
It wasn't a physical entity, but rather a faint, indistinct outline.
The phantom image of the wings was incomplete, its edges blurred like mist.
But every line, every curve of it.
They all possess a beauty that transcends this era and this world.
Its wings were slightly open, shimmering with a faint golden halo under the sunlight.
It was the aura of Destruction, but also the aura of new life.
Gu Yuena's pupils suddenly contracted.
What is that?
She felt an inexplicable sense of oppression emanating from the phantom of those wings.
It's not the suppression of Soul Power, nor the intimidation of bloodline, but something of a higher level and more fundamental nature.
Just how much more is that stinky human hiding?
Bai Yuan didn't look at Gu Yuena; his gaze remained fixed on Tang Wulin.
He raised his right hand, Dawnmaker materialized in his hand.
The pale golden patterns on the sword were brighter than ever before.
It was as if some kind of force had been poured into it to its limit.
His First Soul Ring rose, and the jet-black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring slowly rotated beneath his feet.
The first Soul Skill, "Stride to Deliverance to Action Shall Arrive," is activated.
Speed, power, reaction time—everything reached its peak at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, the Second Soul Ring rose up—another Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as black as ink.
The second Soul Skill, Dawn of Creation, Creation of Heaven and Earth, charging up power.
Two Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring shone simultaneously, their black light engulfing all surrounding light.
The entire forest was shrouded in a suffocating sense of oppression.
The power of the two Soul Ring simultaneously flowed into the Dawnmaker, causing the light patterns on its surface to pulse wildly.
"Let me give you a moment to calm down."
Bai Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
He raised the Dawnmaker, its tip pointing towards the sky.
Golden light exploded from the blade.
As the light faded, a massive golden sword shadow hovered above Tang Wulin's head.
The sword shadow was tens of meters long, with complex patterns flowing across its blade.
Every line of the pattern exudes a Destruction aura that sends chills down your spine.
Tang Wulin raised his head, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the giant sword that had fallen from the sky.
This time, he felt fear.
The Power of Destruction attached to that sword seemed capable of truly killing him.
Gu Yuena's fingers clenched slightly, but she didn't move.
She stared at the golden greatsword, her purple eyes swirling with complex emotions.
The power of that sword strike was beyond her comprehension.
Bai Yuan flicked his wrist, and the Dawnmaker swung downwards.
The giant golden sword in the sky then fell, carrying an aura powerful enough to cleave the heavens and earth, slashing towards Tang Wulin's head.
Tang Wulin instinctively raised his right arm, golden scales emerging from his fingertips, and the Golden Dragon Claw condensed once more.
But compared to that giant sword, his Golden Dragon Claw were as insignificant as an ant.
Boom--!
The golden light engulfed everything.
The Blue Silver Grass beneath Tang Wulin's feet turned to ashes in an instant.
The blast wave ripped up the soil around him and uprooted trees.
Then it was crushed into fragments by the subsequent shockwave.
Gu Yuena raised her hand to shield her eyes, her long silver hair flying wildly in the shockwave.
As the light faded, a deep trench stretched from Bai Yuan's feet for dozens of meters.
Tang Wulin stood at the end of the ravine. The golden Dragon Transformation had faded, and his arm had returned to normal.
Above their heads, the phantom of the Golden Dragon King appeared for a moment before being torn apart by the sword light, turning into countless points of light and dissipating into the air.
Tang Wulin's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
But my body was no longer under my control.
His body began to transform into points of light from the edges.
Like the other trainees who were expelled before, they gradually dissipated into the air.
The light scattered, but those clear black and white eyes remained fixed on Bai Yuan's direction until they finally disappeared completely.
On the ground, only the deep ravine and the faint lingering Soul Power fluctuations in the air remained.
Bai Yuan sheathed his sword and stood still, his clothes fluttering gently in the aftershocks.
Gu Yuena walked to his side, her purple eyes fixed on the still steaming ravine.
He glanced again in the direction where Tang Wulin had disappeared and remained silent for a long time.
He had just opened his mouth when he asked, "You didn't traumatize him, did you?"
Bai Yuan smiled, turned around, and walked deeper into the forest.
"No, that kid isn't that fragile."