Going Home to Hold My Wife!

"Could it... have been devoured by this martial soul?"

Ronan stared fixedly at the Dark Demon Dragon behind him, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and alarm.

He had actually harbored deep doubts about his second martial soul for a very long time.

According to the martial soul theories of the Douluo Continent, the emergence of Twin Martial Souls

had an extremely stringent prerequisite.

The two martial souls inherited from both parents had to be extremely close in quality!

Only then could Twin Martial Souls possibly appear.

Take Tang San, for example.

His Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer—one was the emperor of Blue Silver Grass, while the other was the number one tool martial soul in the world. Their qualities were comparable.

Then there was Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, with her Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Eater Spider Emperor.

Both were peak beast martial souls, equal in quality.

But what about Ronan himself?

He clearly remembered the first martial soul he had awakened.

It was Luo Sanpao, the useless martial soul that farted like thunder and was mocked by everyone!

It was a defective Pig Dragon left inherently deficient due to a failed mutation!

And his second martial soul

was the Dark Demon Dragon before him, a terrifying existence that radiated ultimate darkness and could suppress even Beast God Di Tian through its bloodline!

One was a lowly useless martial soul, while the other was a top-tier martial soul standing above all living beings.

How could two martial souls with qualities as far apart as heaven and earth possibly appear in the same person and form Twin Martial Souls?!

This simply defied the common sense of the martial soul world!

"Even if Luo Sanpao's bloodline later evolved and reverted to become the Golden Sacred Dragon, barely narrowing the gap... still..."

Ronan took a deep breath and released the Golden Sacred Dragon martial soul as well.

One golden and one black, the two giant dragons circled within the cave, bathing the entire cavern in bizarre, shifting light.

Ronan carefully sensed the auras emitted by the two martial souls.

The Golden Sacred Dragon was sacred, radiant, and majestic—undoubtedly one of the most powerful martial souls on the Douluo Continent.

Yet when it stood beside the Dark Demon Dragon, Ronan keenly sensed that the Golden Sacred Dragon's aura was constantly being suppressed by the Dark Demon Dragon!

That suppression was not one of attributes, but a difference in the level of life itself, a disparity stemming from the very source of their bloodlines!

Clearly, the Dark Demon Dragon was of a significantly higher grade than even the Golden Sacred Dragon!

"If it were a Dark Sacred Dragon, I could understand it. After all, that exists on the same level as the Radiant Sacred Dragon."

"But this Dark Demon Dragon... what exactly is it?"

"Why did it devour the energy of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring without feeding it back to me?"

Ronan's brows drew into a tight knot, and cold sweat seeped across his back.

A chilling sensation suddenly rose within him.

This second martial soul, which he had always regarded as his trump card, was like a bottomless black hole.

It was also like some mysterious monster parasitizing his body.

It greedily devoured external energy, yet was completely unconstrained by common sense.

"There is definitely something wrong with this martial soul!"

"What secret is it hiding?"

Ronan stared intently into those pitch-black dragon eyes, sinking into deep thought.

"Forget it. No point thinking about it."

After a long while, Ronan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He understood very clearly that on the Douluo Continent, where the strong preyed upon the weak and danger lurked everywhere,

obsessing over unknown things he could neither control nor understand was simply a waste of time.

It might even place an unnecessary psychological burden on himself.

No matter how high-grade or mysterious the Dark Demon Dragon was, it was still his martial soul and obeyed his will.

As long as it could continue providing him with formidable combat strength, that was enough.

As for why it did not feed Soul Power back to him, or why it suppressed the Golden Sacred Dragon,

those mysteries would naturally be unraveled once his strength reached a higher level

or after he encountered someone more knowledgeable.

"Instead of wasting time on wild thoughts, I should cultivate properly and restore the Soul Power I depleted in that battle as soon as possible."

Ronan gathered his thoughts, completely cast aside the distractions in his mind, and began cultivating to recover his Soul Power.

As the Soul Core revolved, the spiritual energy drifting around the cave seemed to answer some powerful summons.

It transformed into visible streams of multicolored light and surged madly into Ronan's body.

Time quietly passed amid the dull cultivation.

Before long, Ronan had basically returned to his peak condition.

He rose to his feet and casually stretched his limbs. Immediately, a series of crisp pops like exploding beans rang out from within his body.

"Whew... I've finally recovered to my peak state."

Feeling the level ninety-four Titled Douluo Soul Power within him, surging endlessly like a vast river

and brimming to the absolute limit, Ronan's lips curved into a confident smile.

He lightly clenched his fists, sensing the terrifying power flowing through his fingertips.

Involuntarily, scenes from not long ago resurfaced in his mind, from the core region of the Star Dou Forest

where he had fought an earth-shaking battle against Beast God Di Tian, who possessed eight hundred and ten thousand years of cultivation.

Although he had ultimately chosen a strategic retreat in that battle—one could even call it a panicked flight—it had been Di Tian!

The most terrifying pinnacle of combat power on the entire Douluo Continent, beneath only the gods!

Not only had he survived Di Tian's world-destroying attacks,

but through the strangeness of the Dark Demon Dragon and the explosive might of the Golden Sacred Dragon,

he had even torn through Di Tian's defenses and severely wounded that arrogant Beast God in return!

"Level ninety-four... I already stand among the pinnacles of this world."

Ronan walked to the cave entrance and gazed over the endless, desolate mountain ranges beyond. An unprecedented sense of pride and confidence surged in his heart.

He carefully assessed his current overall strength.

Among Spirit Beasts, only a handful could steadily suppress him or even kill him.

Other than the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, who was still recovering from her injuries in the depths of the Star Dou Forest, and Beast God Di Tian, whom he had just fought,

perhaps only the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, with cultivation nearing a million years,

and the Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign of the Evil Demon Forest could make him feel a lethal threat.

But if he turned his gaze back to the human world...

Ronan's eyes became incomparably sharp.

Aside from those elusive gods standing high above all others, whether it was Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, or Tang Chen,

Ronan felt that he should be able to defeat all three of them.

"The feeling of being invincible really is a little lonely."

"Come to think of it, it's been more than a month since I left Heaven Dou City."

"Yue Hua has been alone at Moonlight Pavilion. She must be getting anxious waiting for me. It's time to return."

"Time to go home and hold my wife!"