The Golden Dragon King is Nothing Special!

"A few stinky brats, we've given you a chance, don't be useless."

These five were a small group of soul masters from East Sea City, who had happened to arrange to meet here to improve the quality of their Soul Spirits in the Spirit Ascension Platform.

As luck would have it, they ran into these four who looked quite young.

Among the five, one was a three-ring Soul Venerable, and the other four were all two-ring Great Soul Masters.

Yet even so, facing Gu Yue and her group of four, they still held the advantage in soul power and numbers, which was the source of their confidence.

"Boss, why waste breath on a few little brats?" A tall, thin man to the side raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting a quick resolution.

The stocky youth leading them chuckled, his soul power erupting suddenly as a dark purple phantom emerged from behind him.

It was a bloated purple wild boar with tusks turned outward and nostrils pointing skyward. Its entire body was covered in a layer of coarse, dark purple bristles, from which a sticky, dark purple mist faintly seeped. Wherever the mist passed, the Blue Silver Grass on the ground turned slightly yellow and curled up.

This was his martial soul, the Purple Poison Warthog.

"I am Zhu Pang, a level 31 Purple Poison Warthog Soul Venerable," he grinned. "If you're smart, withdraw from the Spirit Ascension Platform yourselves to avoid physical pain."

Gu Yue stood at the very front, her black eyes devoid of any ripples. She tilted her head slightly and whispered to the three behind her, "The three-ring one is mine. You three split the remaining four."

Golden dragon scales emerged on Tang Wulin's palms. Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger was already unsheathed, and Xu Xiaoyan's Star Wheel Ice Staff rotated slowly in her palm.

No one answered, but no one retreated either.

Zhu Pang's face darkened. "If you won't drink the toast, you'll drink the forfeit. Attack!"

The five moved simultaneously. The four Great Soul Masters charged first, flanking in a fan shape. They were clearly well-coordinated; two cut in from the left wing and two from the right, surrounding the four of them in the center.

Zhu Pang launched his attack from the front. Although his figure was bloated, his speed was not slow. As he charged, the first soul ring at his feet lit up.

Warthog Charge!

His entire body became like a purple cannonball fired from a chamber, crashing straight toward Gu Yue.

Gu Yue did not retreat. She raised her right hand, her five fingers slightly spread. Cyan wind elements and crimson fire elements condensed in her palm simultaneously. The wind fueled the fire, and the fire borrowed the wind's power, transforming into a cyan-red intertwined elemental torrent that blasted head-on at Zhu Pang.

Relying on his thick skin and sturdy flesh, Zhu Pang did not dodge or evade. He took the hit head-on; his bloated body merely swayed slightly, his momentum undiminished.

"Is that all the strength you've got? You're just tickling me!" Zhu Pang sneered as he reached Gu Yue.

Gu Yue didn't answer. Wind elements exploded beneath her feet, and her figure drifted backward. At the same time, she flipped her left hand, and earth elements condensed into a protruding wall beneath Zhu Pang's feet. Zhu Pang slammed into the wall, gravel flew, and his momentum was finally blocked for an instant.

At the same time, the battle on the flanks had also begun. Tang Wulin met two Great Soul Masters head-on, his Golden Dragon Claw clenched into a fist as he struck. When it collided with the opponent's yellow soul power, a ring of air waves exploded outward.

Xie Xie moved like a shadow along the edge of the battlefield. Every time his Light Dragon Dagger struck, it forced back the enemies attempting to flank him at the most critical moments. Combined with the lockdown from Xu Xiaoyan's ice staff, they were surprisingly evenly matched against the remaining two Great Soul Masters for a time.

But the gap in numbers and soul power was ultimately a fatal flaw. In the heat of the battle, Zhu Pang suddenly abandoned Gu Yue, his bloated body turning at an extremely tricky angle.

His third soul ring suddenly lit up: Stinky Farts!

The purple soul ring shone brilliantly, and the phantom of the Purple Poison Warthog let out a hoarse roar toward the sky. A thick, almost tangible dark purple mist erupted from Zhu Pang's body, instantly covering the entire battlefield. The mist carried a nauseating stench that made people dizzy, and even more terrifying was the paralytic toxin contained within it.

Such a soul skill truly inherited the legacy of Luo Sanpao!

It carried the style of the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang!

In fact, this soul skill was one Zhu Pang had researched by referencing the soul spirit absorbed by the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's martial soul back in the day.

Xu Xiaoyan was the closest and inhaled the most mist; she felt her soul power stagnate, and her hands and feet went slightly numb.

Zhu Pang seized the opportunity and slapped toward Xu Xiaoyan.

"Xiaoyan!" Xie Xie's pupils shrank. He moved like a shadow, blocking in front of Xu Xiaoyan, crossing his Light Dragon Dagger in front of his chest to take the blow. But he was not known for his strength, and Zhu Pang's palm was filled with the lingering power of a thousand-year soul skill. The Light Dragon Dagger vibrated violently, and he was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into a tree trunk with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Xie Xie!"

"Damn it..." Xie Xie looked down at his body, which was beginning to dissipate, and forced a bitter smile. "This pig really is stinky."

Before he could finish his sentence, his figure turned into a white light and was teleported out of the Spirit Ascension Platform.

Zhu Pang retracted his palm and laughed loudly. "The first one! If the remaining three are smart, get out yourselves to save me from sending you off one by one!"

But just as he was clapping his hands and laughing, a voice suddenly came from a nearby bush.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore, you stinky pig!"

Two figures emerged from the bushes. One had a silver cowlick standing high up, and those silver eyes were filled with resentment.

The other figure was covering their nose and mouth, saying nothing. It wasn't that they didn't want to speak, but that speaking meant smelling the stinky fart.

Shen Nanxun was helpless. He had originally intended to wait for both sides to be exhausted before coming out, but the range of the stinky fart attack was too large; he really couldn't suppress the "cowlick king" under the rage buff.

"Who are you people, daring to..."

Before Zhu Pang could finish his sentence, a silver spear light flashed from far to near, dragging a meteor-like tail flame through the mottled light and shadow of the dense forest, stabbing straight toward his face.

Zhu Pang's small eyes, squeezed shut by fat, hadn't even had time to see the outline of the spear tip before it was three inches from his throat.

Almost by instinct, he threw his head back violently. His bloated body rolled backward in an extremely wretched posture, and the spear tip grazed his chin.

The silvery-white spear light dragged a dazzling afterimage across his vision. A few of the coarse stubble on his chin were shaved off by the wind of the spear, drifting lazily into the air filled with purple poison mist.

Na'er stood where he had originally been, her right hand gripping the Silver Dragon Spear, the butt of the spear resting on the ground and the tip pointing diagonally downward. Her short, silvery-white hair was slightly ruffled by the wind in the forest, and the cowlick on her forehead stood high, trembling with her slight panting.

She didn't pursue, just stood there. The resentment in her silver eyes had not yet fully faded, and combined with her delicate face, which was slightly flushed from holding her breath, she didn't look like she was fighting. Instead, she looked like a little silver fox that had been fumigated and was now sulking.

"Stinky pig. Stinky and noisy." She squeezed a few words through her teeth, quite resentfully.

Zhu Pang clutched his chin, staring at the silver-haired girl who had suddenly appeared with a mix of shock and fury. Before he could even finish his second round of threats, he saw that silver spear light closing in on him from afar once again.

With nowhere to dodge, he had no choice but to use his "Super Invincible Stinky Fart" to defend himself.

This time, the stench was thicker, denser, and fouler than before, condensing into a tangible purple miasma that completely enveloped his bloated frame.

This was his ultimate trump card for survival. Relying on this move, he had survived numerous sessions in the East Sea City Spirit Ascension Platform, having disgusted countless opponents into retreating. If he couldn't beat them, he would stink them out; if he couldn't stink them out, he would run; if he couldn't run, he would withdraw. He had mastered this set of tactics to perfection.

This was also why he proactively provoked everyone he met—if he could win, he profited, and if he couldn't, he protected himself with his foul gas.

Na'er's long spear stopped just at the edge of the poisonous mist. The tip was a mere three inches from that dark purple miasma, but she did not thrust it in.

It wasn't that she couldn't pierce it; she simply didn't want the Silver Dragon Spear to be tainted by that smell.

She retracted her spear, the silvery-white tip tracing an arc through the air. She landed on a horizontal branch of an ancient tree outside the range of the toxic mist, her silver eyes glaring at the churning purple cloud, the cowlick on her forehead trembling with indignation.

Hidden in the center of the toxic mist, Zhu Pang watched through the thick purple haze as Na'er stopped at the edge, unwilling to enter. He felt secretly smug.

As expected, no one was willing to charge into his stench to engage in close-quarters combat. He could hide inside and slowly recover his soul power, waiting for these little brats to get fed up and leave on their own. He even began to chuckle, a glint of cunning flashing in his small eyes, which were squeezed shut by his layers of fat.

But before he could even laugh out loud, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky.

The moment the golden light touched the dark purple toxic mist, that sticky miasma—which even Na'er refused to touch with her spear tip—began to dissolve inch by inch.

Under the radiance of the golden light, the dark purple mist was evaporated into nothingness in an instant. Zhu Pang's laughter caught in his throat; he jerked his head up, his pupils constricting violently.

In the sky, Shen Nanxun hovered, his two golden wings, formed purely of light, fully unfurled behind him. With a span of over a zhang, they shimmered with flowing gold.

He had long since lowered the hand covering his nose and mouth. A pure, righteous, and divine aura radiated from his body, pressing down with such overwhelming force that the entire dense forest was bathed in a faint golden halo.

"What the hell is that?!" Zhu Pang's voice began to tremble.

Shen Nanxun did not answer. With a flap of his wings, he dove downward. The Angel Holy Sword materialized in his hand.

As the golden longsword slashed down, Zhu Pang's third soul skill shattered under the blow, and the toxic miasma that had wrapped him tight was torn open by a massive, jagged rift.

Golden light poured in, and the poisonous mist dissipated.

Zhu Pang looked up at the golden longsword drawing ever closer, only one thought remaining in his mind.

He shouldn't have checked his horoscope before leaving the house today!

The next instant, he was cleaved in two, forced to withdraw from the Spirit Ascension Platform.

"What about you guys?" Na'er hoisted the Silver Dragon Spear onto her shoulder, wearing a wicked grin as she looked at the four lackeys.

Terrified, the remaining four quickly withdrew from the Spirit Ascension Platform.

At this moment, only five people remained on the field.

"Thank you for stepping in, but if you intend to continue fighting us, we will accompany you to the end!"

As the team leader, Tang Wulin was the first to step forward and speak.

Gu Yue stood in front of Tang Wulin and Xu Xiaoyan, her expression unchanged. She watched the opposite side quietly—watching Na'er, whose silver cowlick stood tall, her Silver Dragon Spear resting on her shoulder as she bared her teeth at her, and then looking at the expressionless black-haired boy behind Na'er.

Her gaze lingered on Shen Nanxun for a moment before shifting back to Na'er.

Is this the helper Na'er found?

The aura on him seems somewhat... special.

But it didn't matter. As long as she successfully devoured the Golden Dragon King bloodline, a little Na'er wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

Na'er lowered the Silver Dragon Spear from her shoulder, resting the butt of the spear on the ground. She tilted her head, her silver eyes sizing up the three people opposite her, her gaze sweeping in a circle.

She leaned toward Shen Nanxun's ear, her voice very low, but the eagerness in her tone impossible to hide: "Shen Nanxun, shall we fight?"

"Obviously!" Shen Nanxun soared high into the air, the Angel Holy Sword slashing straight toward Xu Xiaoyan in the distance, sending several golden light blades flying downward.

"Xiaoyan, watch out!"

Gu Yue reacted just in time, sending several fireballs flying to intercept the golden sword blades.

But taking advantage of this moment, Na'er had already charged in front of Gu Yue. The Silver Dragon Spear transformed into a silver bolt of lightning, the tip aiming straight for Gu Yue's throat. She held nothing back in this strike; when facing Gu Yue, she never held back.

The struggle between the true and false Silver Dragons had always been decided by fists—whoever won was the Silver Dragon King!

Shen Nanxun unleashed several more golden sword blades, the brilliant light tearing through the air and crossing into a cross-slash aimed at Xu Xiaoyan.

This time, Tang Wulin did not hesitate. He stomped his foot, positioning himself in front of Xu Xiaoyan. The golden dragon scales on his right fist glowed brilliantly as he threw a punch, the Golden Dragon Claw colliding head-on with the golden sword blades.

Gold clashed with gold in a thunderous roar. The sword blades shattered into countless tiny specks of light, and though Tang Wulin was knocked back half a step, his stance remained steady.

"Your opponent is me!" Tang Wulin looked up, his golden eyes meeting the winged figure in the sky.

He swung the Golden Dragon Claw again, the Golden Dragon King bloodline awakening within him erupting fully. With a sense of absolute power, he charged straight toward Shen Nanxun in mid-air, possessing both speed and strength.

Shen Nanxun did not answer. He looked down at Tang Wulin from above and suddenly put away the Angel Holy Sword. The golden longsword dissolved into specks of light in his hand, and he met the charge with a punch of his own.

Only, his pupils instantly transformed into vertical slits, no longer human.

The moment Tang Wulin saw the vertical pupils, he realized it was dragon bloodline, and a wave of smugness washed over him. His Golden Dragon Claw had a suppressive effect on dragon-type beings, just like it had against Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon King martial soul.

It was another collision of strength, his specialty.

This battle, he would win!

Meanwhile, in the spectator room outside.

Sky Ice Wu Changkong, with his white clothes and blue hair, watched the scene alongside Xie Xie.

Xie Xie couldn't help but remark, "Teacher Wu, this guy is finished. He actually dared to go head-to-head with Wulin."

Wu Changkong did not speak. Although he was well aware of the power of Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw, anyone who dared to receive it so directly must possess extraordinary confidence.

It was likely not going to be easy to deal with.

However, just as the two sides were about to collide, Shen Nanxun's hand instantly underwent dragonification, revealing a nine-colored dragon claw.

A faint, golden aura of blood energy swirled across its surface.

A faint, ethereal dragon roar exploded in their ears!

Tang Wulin didn't even have the qualifications to make contact; the Golden Dragon King power instantly withered, and his hand uncontrollably reverted to its original form.

"How is this possible?!"

As long as Shen Nanxun exists in this world, the Golden Dragon King is nothing more than mediocre!