At the same time, a deep, majestic dragon's roar sounded from within Xu Yue's body, and an earthy yellow radiance surged forth.
Azhdaha's figure appeared at Xu Yue's side.
Compared to before Xu Yue had obtained the Golden Dragon King bloodline, the golden patterns on Azhdaha's body now shone even more brilliantly. It no longer resembled an elemental creature, but a true dragon.
It first circled Xu Yue affectionately once, after which a black soul ring slowly settled around his body.
The instant the soul ring attached itself, a torrent of Soul Power surged once more.
Forty-first rank Soul Ancestor!
The next moment.
Xu Yue opened his eyes. Divine light gleamed within them, sweeping away all fatigue and leaving behind only a sense of overflowing strength.
And at the peak of this fully charged state, he felt an overwhelming urge to let it out.
With a slight exertion of his waist, Xu Yue shot up from the ground. His arms began to move like giant pythons and raging dragons.
What he was practicing was the joint-locking technique Muye had imparted to him without reservation over the past few days, containing the combat experience Muye had accumulated throughout his life.
Yet, a completely different intent gradually emerged within Xu Yue's punches.
The weight of a thousand crags, the sharpness of a spearpoint!
It was the Thousand Rock Spear Art he had created himself.
In his previous life, there had been a saying: discard the spear and turn it into a fist.
At this moment, he displayed it to the fullest.
Bang! Rumble!
With every punch, Soul Power and Bloodline Power condensed intensely at his fist and erupted like solar flares bursting from the sun's surface.
Wherever his fist wind swept, the hard volcanic rock shattered and scattered like tofu.
Xu Yue's