Golden Dragon King Was Nothing Special After All!

"You brats, I gave you a chance. Don't be useless."

The five of them were a small group of Soul Masters from Eastsea City. They had arranged to come to the Spirit Ascension Platform together to improve the quality of their Soul Spirits.

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

Of the five, one was a three-ring Soul Elder, while the other four were two-ring Soul Grandmasters.

Even so, against Gu Yue and the others, they still had the advantage in both Soul Power and numbers. That was the source of their confidence.

"Boss, why waste your breath on a bunch of brats?" said a lanky fellow beside him, raising his brows. He was clearly eager to finish things quickly.

The stout young man leading them chuckled. Soul Power erupted from his body, and a dark-purple phantom appeared behind him.

It was an enormous, obese purple boar. Its tusks curled outward, its snout pointed toward the sky, and its body was covered in coarse, dark-purple bristles. Sticky purple fumes seemed to seep between the bristles. Wherever the fumes drifted, the Blue Silver Grass on the ground yellowed and curled.

It was his Martial Soul, the Purple Poison Warthog.

"I'm Zhu Pang. Purple Poison Warthog, thirty-first rank Soul Elder." He grinned. "If you know what's good for you, get out of the Spirit Ascension Platform yourselves. Save yourselves a beating."

Gu Yue stood at the front, her black eyes perfectly calm. She tilted her head slightly and murmured to the three behind her, "I'll take the three-ring one. You split the other four."

Golden scales appeared across Tang Wulin's palm. Xie Xie had already drawn the Light Dragon Dagger, and Xu Xiaoyan slowly spun the Star Wheel Ice Staff in her hand.

No one answered, but no one backed down, either.

Zhu Pang's expression darkened. "You refuse the toast and choose the forfeit. Get them!"

All five moved at once. The four Soul Grandmasters charged first, fanning out to surround them. Clearly used to fighting together, two cut in from the left and two closed in from the right, trapping Gu Yue's group in the middle.

Zhu Pang attacked from the front. Though his build was cumbersome, he was surprisingly fast. As he charged, the First Soul Ring at his feet lit up.

Warthog Charge!

He shot forward like a purple cannonball, straight at Gu Yue.

Gu Yue didn't retreat. She raised her right hand and spread her fingers. Green wind and crimson fire gathered in her palm. The wind fed the flames, the flames rode the wind, and together they formed a surging stream of elements that crashed straight toward Zhu Pang.

Relying on his thick hide, Zhu Pang didn't dodge. He took Gu Yue's blow head-on. His bulky body only swayed slightly, and his charge didn't slow.

"That's all you've got? Are you trying to tickle me?" Zhu Pang snarled, charging right up to Gu Yue.

Gu Yue didn't answer. Wind burst beneath her feet, carrying her backward. At the same time, she flipped her left hand, and earth gathered beneath Zhu Pang, forming a raised wall. He slammed into it, sending stone fragments flying. At last, his momentum was checked for a moment.

Meanwhile, the fighting on both sides had begun. Tang Wulin faced two Soul Grandmasters head-on. He drove forward with a Golden Dragon Claw fist, meeting their attacks directly. Golden Soul Power and their yellow Soul Power exploded into a ring of shockwaves.

Xie Xie moved like a shadow along the edge of the fight. Each time the Light Dragon Dagger flashed, it drove back an enemy trying to flank them at a critical moment. With Xu Xiaoyan's ice staff sealing off their movements, he managed to fight the remaining two Soul Grandmasters to a standstill.

But the gap in numbers and Soul Power was a hard disadvantage. In the middle of the fight, Zhu Pang suddenly abandoned Gu Yue and twisted his bulky body at an oddly sharp angle.

His Third Soul Ring flared, and Stinky Farts activated!

The purple ring blazed. The Purple Poison Warthog's phantom threw back its head and let out a hoarse roar. Thick, dark-purple fumes burst from Zhu Pang's body and covered the entire battlefield in an instant. The fumes stank so horribly that they made everyone dizzy. Worse still, they contained a paralytic toxin.

What a Soul Skill. It really had Luo Sanpao's blessing!

It carried on the legacy of Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang!

In fact, Zhu Pang had developed the Soul Skill by studying his Martial Soul, which was similar to the one Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had possessed back then.

Xu Xiaoyan was closest and inhaled the most fumes. Her Soul Power suddenly faltered, and her hands and feet began to tingle.

Zhu Pang seized the opening and struck at Xu Xiaoyan.

"Xiaoyan!" Xie Xie's pupils contracted. He sprang in front of Xu Xiaoyan like a shadow, crossing the Light Dragon Dagger over his chest to block the blow. But strength wasn't his strong suit, and Zhu Pang's strike carried all the remaining force of a thousand-year Soul Skill. The Light Dragon Dagger shuddered violently, and Xie Xie was sent flying into a tree trunk. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Xie Xie!"

"Damn it..." Xie Xie looked down at his body as it began to fade and gave a wry smile. "That pig really does stink."

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

Zhu Pang lowered his hand and laughed. "The first one's out! The other three, get out yourselves if you know what's good for you. Save me the trouble of sending you one by one!"

But as he clapped his hands and laughed, a voice suddenly came from a nearby thicket.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore! You stinking pig!"

Two figures emerged from the bushes. One had a silver ahoge sticking straight up, and her silver eyes brimmed with indignation.

The other figure covered his nose and said nothing. Not because he had nothing to say, but because if he opened his mouth, he'd have to smell the stench.

Shen Nanxun was at a loss. He had planned to wait until both sides were exhausted before making his entrance, but the stench covered too wide an area. He simply couldn't hold back Ahoge King while she was under the effects of her rage buff.

"Who are you? How dare you—"

Before Zhu Pang could finish, a silver spearpoint shot toward him from afar, leaving a meteor-like trail through the dappled light of the forest.

Zhu Pang's tiny eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, hadn't even made out the spearhead before it was already three inches from his throat.

He jerked backward on instinct. His bulky body rolled away in an utterly graceless tumble, and the spearpoint skimmed past his chin.

The silver-white spearhead left a dazzling afterimage in his vision. A few coarse hairs on his chin were cut off by the wind of its passage, drifting down into the air thick with purple poison.

Na'er stood where he had been, her right hand gripping the Silver Dragon Spear, its butt planted on the ground and its point angled downward. The wind in the forest stirred her short silver hair, while the ahoge over her forehead stood high, bobbing with each of her slightly labored breaths.

She didn't pursue him. She simply stood there, the indignation still lingering in her silver eyes. With her delicate face flushed from holding her breath, she looked less like a fighter and more like a little silver fox who had been fumigated and was sulking.

"You stinking pig. You stink, and you're noisy." She forced the words through her teeth, seething.

Clutching his chin, Zhu Pang glared at the silver-haired girl in shock and fury. But before he could come up with another threat, that silver spearpoint came at him again, closing in from afar.

Unable to dodge, he could only use his Super-Duper Stinky Farts to defend himself.

This time, the fumes were thicker, denser, and stinkier than before. They nearly solidified into a purple miasma, completely enveloping his bulky body.

It was his final lifesaving trick. He had used it at the Spirit Ascension Platform in Eastsea City countless times, disgusting who knew how many opponents into retreating. If he couldn't win, he stank them out; if he couldn't stink them out, he ran; if he couldn't run, he quit. He had perfected the tactic.

It was also why he provoked everyone he met. If he won, he made a profit; if he lost, he hid behind his stinky farts.

Na'er's spear stopped just at the edge of the toxic fumes. Its tip was a mere three inches from the dark-purple miasma, but she didn't thrust it in.

Not because she couldn't pierce it, but because she really didn't want that stench on the Silver Dragon Spear.

She pulled back and retreated. The silver-white spearpoint traced an arc through the air, and she landed on a horizontal branch outside the fumes' reach. Her silver eyes glared at the churning purple miasma, and the ahoge over her forehead twitched in fury.

Hidden at the heart of the fumes, Zhu Pang saw through the thick purple haze that Na'er had stopped at the edge and refused to come closer. He felt secretly pleased.

Sure enough, no one wanted to charge into his stinky-fart zone and fight him at close quarters. He could hide in there and slowly recover his Soul Power until these brats couldn't stand it and left. He even started to laugh again, a glint flashing in his tiny, fat-squeezed eyes.

But before the sound could escape his throat, a streak of golden light suddenly descended from the sky.

The instant the golden light fell onto the dark-purple fumes, the sticky miasma that even Na'er had refused to touch with her spearpoint began to dissolve, inch by inch.

Under the golden light, the dark-purple fumes evaporated into nothing in the blink of an eye. Zhu Pang's laugh caught in his throat. He jerked his head up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Shen Nanxun hovered in the sky, two golden wings made of pure light spread fully behind him. They spanned several yards, every feather gleaming like molten gold.

He had long since lowered the hand covering his nose. An intensely pure, sacred aura radiated from him, descending in a vast wave that bathed the entire forest in a faint golden glow.

"What the hell are you?!" Zhu Pang's voice was already trembling.

Shen Nanxun didn't answer. His wings beat once, and he dove down. The Angel Holy Sword took shape in his hand.

The golden sword came down. Zhu Pang's Third Soul Skill shattered beneath its strike, and the toxic haze that had wrapped him tight was ripped open down the middle.

Golden light poured in, and the fumes dispersed.

Zhu Pang tilted his head back and watched the golden sword draw closer. Only one thought remained in his mind.

He should have checked the almanac before leaving home today!

The next instant, he was cut in half and forced out of the Spirit Ascension Platform.

"What about you?" Na'er rested the Silver Dragon Spear on her shoulder and gave the four underlings a wicked grin.

The remaining four fled the Spirit Ascension Platform in a panic.

At that moment, only five people remained on the battlefield between the two sides.

"Thank you for stepping in, but if you still want to fight us, we'll see it through to the end!"

As their 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 quietly watched the other side: the silver-haired girl with a high, prominent ahoge, the Silver Dragon Spear resting on her shoulder, and her teeth bared at Gu Yue. Then she looked at the black-haired boy standing behind her, his face expressionless.

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

So this was the help Na'er had found?

There was something... unusual about his aura.

But it didn't matter. Once she successfully devoured the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, little Na'er wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

Na'er took the Silver Dragon Spear off her shoulder and planted its butt on the ground. Tilting her head, she sized up the three opposite her, her silver eyes sweeping over them.

She leaned close to Shen Nanxun's ear. Her voice was low, but she couldn't hide her eagerness. "Shen Nanxun, are we fighting or not?"

"Obviously!" Shen Nanxun shot high into the air and swung the Angel Holy Sword straight toward Xu Xiaoyan. Several golden blades of light streaked down.

"Xiaoyan, watch out!"

Gu Yue reacted in time. Several fireballs flew out and blocked the golden blades.

But in that moment, Na'er had already charged up to Gu Yue. The Silver Dragon Spear became a streak of silver lightning, its point aimed at Gu Yue's throat. She held nothing back. When it came to Gu Yue, she never did.

The battle between the true and false Silver Dragon Kings had always been decided with fists. Whoever won was the Silver Dragon King!

Shen Nanxun sent several more golden blades of light flying. Their brilliant gold edges tore through the air, crossing into a X-shaped slash aimed at Xu Xiaoyan.

This time, Tang Wulin didn't hesitate. He stamped his foot and stepped in front of Xu Xiaoyan. The golden scales on his right fist blazed as he drove forward with a Golden Dragon Claw fist, meeting the golden blades head-on.

Gold crashed against gold. The blades shattered into countless specks of light. Tang Wulin was jolted back half a step, but he held his ground.

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

He swung his Golden Dragon Claw again. The Golden Dragon King Bloodline awakened inside him erupted in full, its overwhelming strength driving him straight toward Shen Nanxun in midair. He had speed and strength to match.

Shen Nanxun didn't answer. Looking down at Tang Wulin, he suddenly put away the Angel Holy Sword. The golden blade dissolved into specks of light in his hand, and he threw a punch to meet Tang Wulin's.

But his pupils had instantly become vertical slits, inhuman in appearance.

The instant Tang Wulin saw those slitted pupils, he realized Shen Nanxun had a dragon bloodline. A surge of pride rose in his heart. His Golden Dragon Claw could suppress dragons, just like Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon King Martial Soul.

Another clash of strength, his greatest specialty.

He was sure to win this battle!

Meanwhile, in the viewing room outside.

The white-clad, blue-haired Sky Ice Wu Changkong and Xie Xie were watching the scene.

Xie Xie couldn't help saying, "Teacher Wu, this guy's done for. He actually thinks he can match Wulin in a head-on clash."

Wu Zhangkong said nothing. He knew exactly how powerful Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw was, but someone willing to meet it head-on must have extraordinary confidence.

He was afraid this wouldn't be so easy.

Just as the two were about to collide, Shen Nanxun's hand completed its transformation into a dragon claw. It was a nine-colored claw, its surface wreathed in a faint golden glow of blood energy.

A faint dragon's roar burst beside their ears!

Tang Wulin didn't even have the right to meet it in a clash. The Golden Dragon King instantly shriveled up, and his hand changed back to its own shape against his will.

"How could this be?!"

As long as Shen Nanxun existed in this world, the Golden Dragon King was nothing special!