Tang Wulin's Shattered Dao Heart

Then, Tang Wulin felt a terrifying, immense force surge toward him.

The Clear Sky Hammer nearly flew from his grasp.

His entire body was sent hurtling backward.

He flew a great distance.

A full dozen meters or more...

Before crashing heavily onto the ground.

After landing, he rolled several times, dragging a long trail through the dirt before finally coming to a stop.

The Clear Sky Hammer slipped from his hand, landing on the grass nearby with a dull thud.

At this moment, Tang Wulin lay on the grass, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.

His hands were dripping with blood.

His entire arms were trembling uncontrollably.

And his mind was a complete blank.

The training ground was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene.

One had to realize.

The current Tang Wulin had undergone a complete transformation.

From a ten-year spirit ring to a hundred-year spirit ring.

From a one-ring spirit master to a two-ring great spirit master...

His strength was clearly several times greater than before.

If it were anyone else, it would have been impossible to send him flying with a single strike like last time.

Yet Han Li remained exactly the same as before.

One strike, sent flying, hit the ground.

There was no difference from the last time!

Wasn't this too terrifying?

Someone subconsciously swallowed hard, someone gasped, and someone covered their mouth with their hand.

And at this moment...

Wu Changkong's expression was also extremely unsightly.

He stood at the edge of the field, his white robes swaying gently in the wind, his silver-white hair obscuring half his face.

But even with it obscured, one could see that his face was terrifyingly gloomy, like the sky before a storm—dark and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

He had not expected that, despite the great price he had paid.

The three-million-credit Spirit Ascension Platform entry card, two hundred-year spirit souls, and all the time and energy he had invested himself...

Tang Wulin had still lost.

And it was even a single strike.

A strike that was no different from the last one.

He had thought Tang Wulin's current improvements would be enough to narrow the gap with Han Li.

He had thought this match would at least allow others to see the results of his, Wu Changkong's, teaching.

But reality had dealt him a resounding slap in the face.

Tang Wulin hadn't even lasted a single move.

He took a deep look at Han Li, his gaze filled with scrutiny, confusion, and a trace of imperceptible gravity.

Curiosity about Han Li's martial soul stirred within him.

That Dragon Martial Soul—what kind of dragon was it, exactly?

Gold?

On the Douluo Continent...

Golden dragon-type martial souls were rare.

The most common was the Holy Sacred Dragon, a top-tier dragon martial soul mutated from the bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

The scales of the Holy Sacred Dragon were indeed golden, and it was also a melee-type martial soul known for its power.

But the feeling Han Li's Golden Dragon Claw gave him was different from that of the Holy Sacred Dragon.

The Holy Sacred Dragon possessed a bright, brilliant gold.

Yet the gold on Han Li's claw seemed to be infused with something else entirely.

Furthermore, the attribute of the Holy Sacred Dragon is holy light.

It is the power of the sacred attribute.

Yet, in that claw strike from Han Li...

He did not sense any sacred aura, only pure, naked power.

Crushing power.

What kind of dragon was that?

Wu Changkong noted this question in his heart.

Meanwhile, Ye Yingluo was extremely happy.

Her laughter drifted over from the direction of the Class One formation, sounding exceptionally clear across the quiet training ground.

She laughed without restraint, laughed wantonly and ostentatiously, laughed until tears were almost streaming down her face.

With one hand clutching her stomach and the other pointing toward Wu Changkong, she swayed back and forth with laughter.

Her laughter sounded incredibly grating to Wu Changkong.

He knew what Ye Yingluo was laughing at.

She was laughing at his overestimation of his own abilities, laughing at how he had spent so much effort only for Tang Wulin to fail to withstand even a single move.

At this moment, Wu Changkong's expression grew even gloomier, but he said nothing.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, and turned to walk toward the center of the field.

Tang Wulin was still lying on the ground; the bleeding from his arm had stopped, but the wound between his thumb and index finger was still oozing blood.

He stared blankly at the sky, looking as if he had been hollowed out, dazed and motionless.

Wu Changkong walked to his side.

He did not say a word.

He simply stood there in silence.

Tang Wulin's eyes flickered, his gaze shifting from the sky to Wu Changkong's face.

He saw Wu Changkong's expression.

That cold, stern face held no emotion, calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Yet, it was precisely this calmness...

That made Tang Wulin feel worse than any reprimand.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say "I'm sorry," but swallowed the words back.

Finally, Wu Changkong turned around in silence and walked toward the exit of the training ground.

Tang Wulin climbed up from the ground, silently picked up the Clear Sky Hammer that had fallen onto the grass, and retracted it into his body.

He kept his head low, looking at no one, and followed behind Wu Changkong, walking step by step out of the training ground.

The two of them, one after the other, walked out of the training ground.

The students of Class Five looked at each other, not knowing what to do, before finally swarming after them.

Soon, only the people from Class One remained on the training ground.

As for Han Li, he stood calmly in place, casually putting the Deep Sea Sunken Silver into his Storage Bracelet.

Deep Sea Sunken Silver, market price three million.

Not a loss.

After Wu Changkong and the others left...

The practical training class continued.

The training ground returned to its normal teaching order.

The students of Class One regrouped into small teams and began their respective combat training.

Life also went on as usual.

Attending classes, cultivating, finishing classes, eating, and meditating.

Han Li's daily routine was almost rigid.

He rarely participated in the students' group activities and rarely had much interaction with others.

Most of the time, he was a loner, cultivating alone, eating alone, and thinking alone.

Xie Xie had once tried to get close to Han Li, but was discouraged by a single glance from him.

However, Gu Yue often approached Han Li intentionally or unintentionally, but Han Li's attitude toward her remained indifferent throughout.

Neither enthusiastic nor cold, he treated her just like any other ordinary classmate.

Until the seventh day.

Han Li's communication soul device vibrated.

He took out the small soul device, glanced at the flickering information on it, and the corners of his mouth curled upward slightly.

The Millennium Sea Dragon Marrow had arrived.

He set off immediately, heading toward the auction house.

Just like last time, he donned his mask, entered the reception room through the side door, and met the middle-aged man in charge of the acquisition.

The other party did not say much, simply placing a sealed jade bottle on the table; the bottle emitted a faint, lingering scent of the sea and a subtle ripple of energy.

"Millennium Sea Dragon Marrow, just extracted from a sea dragon in the depths of the East Sea. It is very fresh."

The middle-aged man said.

Han Li opened the lid of the jade bottle to take a look, and after confirming that the age and quality were correct, he paid the price without hesitation.

The transaction was completed.

With this, all four types of heaven-sent treasures had been gathered.

Han Li did not delay.

Taking the items, he left the auction house directly.

He did not return to the academy, but instead went to a hotel in East Sea City and rented a room.