Extracting the Golden Sacred Dragon Bloodline

Zhao Wuji felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and the black vortex surrounding him abruptly stalled.

Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes.

"Gravity Squeeze?"

"It sounds decent, but the actual power is far too pathetic!"

"Let me show you what real pressure is!"

The next moment, Zhou Tong raised his hand and swept it through the air. From the thunderclouds above, a Thunder Giant Dragon crashed down, slamming directly into Zhao Wuji's black vortex.

"BOOM!"

The Thunder Giant Dragon and the vortex collided.

Although the Gravity Squeeze was a ten-thousand-year soul skill, it remained utterly fragile in the face of Zhou Tong's Thunder Giant Dragon.

Zhao Wuji was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Old Zhao!"

"Teacher Zhao!"

The members of Shrek Academy cried out in alarm.

Zhou Tong remained composed, speaking calmly, "Your strength is lacking, yet you dare to be so arrogant."

"If I hadn't held back, you would be dead or crippled."

At this moment, everyone from Shrek Academy stared at Zhou Tong's figure.

Zhou Tong was surrounded by lightning, with arcs of electricity crackling and popping around him.

He looked on with indifference, sweeping his gaze over Flender and Zhao Wuji on the ground.

"Zhou Tong, you are merely a Soul Ancestor; how do you possess combat power that surpasses ours?"

Flender clutched his wound and stood up, his eyes filled with anger and frustration.

He could not fathom how he, a level 78 Soul Saint, could be defeated by a Soul Ancestor in his forties.

Zhao Wuji also struggled to his feet, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Back then, when I was only a Soul Emperor, I was able to break through the heavy encirclement of over a dozen soul masters."

"Now that I am a Soul Saint, I actually lose to a Soul Ancestor like you."

Zhou Tong curled his lip, saying very calmly, "Rank does not equal strength."

Ice and Fire Body Tempering, Heavenly Lightning Body Tempering, exceeding the limit for soul ring absorption, divine skills, a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, and life-and-death battles in the Soul Fighting Arena.

These were the things that forged his overwhelming combat power!

Meanwhile.

After being whipped away by Zhou Tong, Flender had also managed to stand back up.

Dugu Bo ignored him entirely, walking straight toward Yu Xiaogang.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the rage in his heart, Flender said in a deep voice.

"Senior Dugu, Zhou Tong, Shrek Academy admits defeat in today's affairs."

"Please, let the Grandmaster go. Whatever conditions you have, just name them."

"Heh!"

Dugu Bo let out a cold laugh. "Flender, I will make an exception and tell you today."

"This trash, Yu Xiaogang, dared to mock me to my face."

"I simply cannot let it go. I will take his Golden Dragon bloodline as compensation."

"From this point on, we are even!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen, and he began to pant like an ox. Suddenly abandoning his previous cowardly demeanor, he shouted, "Poison Douluo, you cannot extract my bloodline!"

He had originally hoped to hide from this, but since Poison Douluo and Zhou Tong had swept through the entire academy, he had nowhere left to run.

He retreated a few steps instinctively, his tone carrying a hint of a threat as he said, "My... my father is the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Yuanzhen."

"My disciple Xiao San's father is the Clear Sky Douluo. If you dare to kill me, you will die a miserable death!"

However, it did not go as he imagined; Dugu Bo showed no fear, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

"Heh."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"

"Yu Yuanzhen's son?"

Dugu Bo let out a loud laugh, then curled his lip, mocking him coldly.

"It seems you are unaware."

"Back when Yu Luomian crippled you and cast you out of the family, it was a sensation that shook Heaven Dou City to its core."

"Do you think I don't know that?"

Speaking of this, Dugu Bo glanced at Tang San, who was watching from the side, the killing intent in his eyes nearly materializing.

"As for this brat, so what if his father is Clear Sky Douluo?"

"If he dares to offend this old man, I will crush him to death with a single finger all the same!"

"Tang Hao wants revenge?"

"Then this old man will wipe out the entire academy and the entire Clear Sky Sect."

"Even if a few Title Douluo survive, so what?"

"You... you..."

Hearing this, the Grandmaster's face sank abruptly, his brows furrowed tightly. "Do you realize that I have a close relationship with the Pope of Spirit Hall and am the number one theoretical master on the entire continent? If you do this, you will enrage her."

However, faced with the Grandmaster's rebuke, Dugu Bo did not indulge him in the slightest, releasing a thick, powerful energy from within his body that made the surrounding air feel as if it were solidifying.

"Hmph!"

"What kind of thing do you think you are!"

"A level twenty-nine Great Spirit Master, and you dare to call yourself a Grandmaster?"

"I don't want to waste any more breath on you. Since I've come, it's for the Golden Dragon bloodline inside you."

"If you dare to resist, I will kill you first and then extract the bloodline."

The next moment, his Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor possessed him, and his purple spirit rings lit up.

In an instant, a massive, emerald-green dragon slowly took shape behind him.

This was Dugu Bo's Avatar of the Spirit—the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor!

Seeing this, the Grandmaster's expression changed drastically.

But Dugu Bo moved quickly, arriving before Yu Xiaogang in an instant, grabbing him by the throat, and then looking toward Zhou Tong.

"Disciple, you previously said that extracting the Golden Dragon bloodline would allow a spirit to upgrade."

"Now, how should I extract the Golden Dragon bloodline from within his body?"

Hearing this, the Grandmaster's eyes rolled back in fury. Enduring the sensation of suffocation, he turned his head to glare at Zhou Tong, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"You beast, Zhou Tong, to think you would give Old Poison such a rotten idea."

"I, Yu Xiaogang, have fallen into your trap."

Zhou Tong merely offered a cold smile and said, "Yu Xiaogang, you are arrogant, overbearing, and look down on everyone, targeting me time and again. This is the retribution for the evil you have done."

"Furthermore, you were always a piece of trash. Pampered since childhood and lacking discipline, you turned a spirit that should have mutated into a Golden Sacred Dragon into a creature lower than a pig or a dog."

"Therefore, the Golden Sacred Dragon's bloodline must be inside the spirit itself."

"Just force Yu Xiaogang's spirit out and extract it directly from its marrow."

Hearing this, a cold sneer curled the corners of Dugu Bo's mouth, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. He nodded slightly, and then his pressure erupted suddenly.

"No! You bunch of..."

Yu Xiaogang let out a cold snort, his body stiffening violently as his spirit, under this terrifying pressure, was forced to manifest.

A fat, ugly pig could be seen trembling as it floated in mid-air.

"Come here."

Dugu Bo let out a strange laugh, his gaze icy. He raised his hand slightly, his fingers like sharp steel hooks, and slowly reached toward Luo Sanpao's spine.

"Flender, Zhao Wuji, save me!"

Yu Xiaogang burst into tears instantly, so terrified that he wet himself on the spot.

Flender and Zhao Wuji, however, kept their heads bowed, not daring to utter a word for a long time.

"Dugu Bo, you... if you dare to touch me, my father... will not let you off!"

"Hahahaha!"