Extracting the Golden Sacred Dragon Bloodline

Zhao Wuji instantly felt a jolt in his heart. The black vortex surrounding him abruptly stalled.

Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes.

"Gravity Squeeze?"

"Sounds impressive, but it's far too weak in practice!"

"Let me show you what real crushing power looks like!"

The next moment, Zhou Tong swept out a hand. A Thunder Giant Dragon crashed down from the thunderclouds overhead and slammed straight into Zhao Wuji's black vortex.

Boom!

The Thunder Giant Dragon collided with the vortex.

Though Zhou Tong's Gravity Squeeze was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, it was still utterly powerless before his Thunder Giant Dragon.

Zhao Wuji was blasted away, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Old Zhao!"

"Teacher Zhao!"

The Shrek students cried out in alarm.

Zhou Tong remained calm as he spoke. "You're weak, yet you dare act so arrogantly."

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

The people from Shrek Academy all stared at Zhou Tong.

Lightning surrounded him, crackling and snapping around his body.

His expression was cold as he looked down at Flender and Zhao Wuji.

"Zhou Tong, you're only a Soul Ancestor. How can you be stronger than us?"

Flender clutched his wound and got to his feet, his eyes brimming with anger and indignation.

He couldn't understand how he, a Level 78 Soul Saint, had lost to a Soul Ancestor in the forties.

Zhao Wuji also struggled to his feet, blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Back then, I was only a Soul Emperor, yet I still broke through the encirclement of more than a dozen Soul Masters."

"Now I'm a Soul Saint, and I've still lost to you, a Soul Ancestor."

Zhou Tong's lips curled slightly. He replied calmly, "Cultivation level isn't the same as strength."

Ice and Fire Body Tempering, Heavenly Lightning Body Tempering, absorbing Soul Rings beyond the limit, divine skills, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, and battles in the Soul Fighting Arena.

All of them had made his combat power formidable!

Meanwhile.

After Flender had been sent flying by Zhou Tong's whip, he had also gotten back to his feet.

Dugu Bo ignored him and headed straight for Yu Xiaogang.

He took a deep breath, forcing down his anger, and spoke in a low voice.

"Senior Dugu, Zhou Tong, our Shrek Academy admits defeat today."

"Please spare Grandmaster. Name your terms."

"Heh!"

Dugu Bo gave a cold laugh. "Flender, I'll make an exception and tell you."

"This useless Yu Xiaogang dared mock me to my face."

"I can't let that go. I'll take his Golden Dragon Bloodline as compensation."

"After that, we'll be even!"

At this,

Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen, and he panted like an ox. Suddenly, he cast off his earlier cowardice. "Poison Douluo, you can't take my bloodline!"

He had thought he could escape, but Poison Douluo and Zhou Tong had swept through the whole academy. There was nowhere left to hide.

He instinctively took a few steps back, his words carrying a hint of menace. "M-my father is Yu Yuanzhen, the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"My disciple, Tang San, is the son of the Clear Sky Douluo. If you kill me, you'll die a horrible death!"

But Dugu Bo showed none of the fear Yu Xiaogang had expected. His expression didn't change.

"Heh."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Yu Yuanzhen's son?"

Dugu Bo burst into laughter, then curled his lip and sneered.

"Looks like you don't know."

"Back when Yu Luomian crippled you and cast you out of the family, it was a huge scandal in Heaven Dou City."

"You think I wouldn't know?"

As he spoke, Dugu Bo turned to Tang San, who was watching from the side. The murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

"And this brat? So what if his father is the Clear Sky Douluo?"

"If he dares offend me, I'll crush him with one finger!"

"Tang Hao wants revenge?"

"Then I'll wipe out this whole academy and the entire Clear Sky Sect."

"So what if a few Titled Douluo survive?"

"You..." Grandmaster's face darkened, and his brows drew together. "Do you know that I'm close to the Spirit Hall pope, and that I'm the greatest theorist on the continent? If you do this, you'll provoke her."

But Dugu Bo had no intention of indulging Grandmaster's rebuke. A powerful aura burst from him, making the air around them feel as though it had frozen solid.

"Hmph!"

"What do you think you are?"

"A Level 29 Soul Grandmaster, and you dare call yourself a grandmaster?"

"I won't waste my breath on you. I came here for the Golden Dragon Bloodline inside you."

"If you resist, I'll kill you first and take the bloodline afterward."

The next moment, his Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor possessed him, and a purple Soul Ring lit up.

In an instant, a gigantic green serpent-dragon slowly took shape behind him.

This was Dugu Bo's Martial Soul Avatar—the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor!

Grandmaster's expression changed drastically at the sight.

But Dugu Bo moved quickly. He was at Yu Xiaogang's side in a flash, grabbed him, then looked toward Zhou Tong.

"Disciple, you said earlier that extracting the Golden Dragon Bloodline could evolve my Martial Soul."

"How should I extract the Golden Dragon Bloodline from his body?"

Grandmaster's eyes rolled back in fury. Fighting the sensation of suffocation, he turned and glared at Zhou Tong, practically spitting fire.

"You beast! Zhou Tong, how could you give Old Poison such a vile idea?"

"I fell right into your trap!"

Zhou Tong only sneered. "Yu Xiaogang, you're arrogant and conceited, and you've targeted me again and again. This is the retribution you deserve for your evil deeds."

"Besides, you're a good-for-nothing. You were pampered as a child and never trained, turning what should have been a Martial Soul that mutated into a Golden Sacred Dragon into something worse than a pig or a dog."

"So the Golden Sacred Dragon Bloodline must be inside your Martial Soul."

"Force Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul out, then extract its bone marrow."

At that, Dugu Bo's lips curled into a cold smile, and a flash of greed crossed his eyes. He nodded lightly, then abruptly released his aura.

"No! You lot—"

Yu Xiaogang gave a cold snort and stiffened. Under the crushing pressure, his Martial Soul was forced out.

A fat, ugly pig trembled as it floated in midair.

"Come on."

Dugu Bo let out a strange laugh. His eyes were cold as he slowly raised his hand. His fingers, like sharp steel hooks, reached toward Luo Sanpao's spine.

"Flender, Zhao Wuji, save me!"

Yu Xiaogang immediately burst into tears. He was so frightened that he wet himself.

Flender and Zhao Wuji lowered their heads, not daring to speak for a long while.

"Dugu Bo, if you... if you dare lay a hand on me, my father... won't let you get away with it!"

"Hahaha!"