Dragon Emperor Douluo, Tang Wulin

"No! We can't go over there!" Tang Wulin abruptly stopped.

His dragon wings suddenly folded in against the night sky, leaving him suspended in midair. The city lights below resembled a net wrinkled by the wind. Before the Golden Dragon King could finish speaking, he remembered. "The bombs!"

"Right!" Tang Wulin replied, his voice half-shorn away by the wind. "We're going to the Spirit Pagoda!"

"Good!" The Golden Dragon King's tone was forceful. He showed no concern whatsoever for either of their safety; instead, he sounded almost eagerly stirred. "Perfect. Let me see this so-called... Dragon Emperor Douluo of yours."

His voice echoed through the hall within the Sea of Spirit, as though it had surged up from somewhere very deep.

The dragon wings sliced through the sound as Tang Wulin felt the changes in his body. His Soul Power was skyrocketing. A strength that did not belong to his adolescent body surged upward through his meridians, smashing through every barrier in its path.

Level fifty.

Level seventy.

Level ninety.

The thresholds that plagued countless Soul Masters for their entire lives were shattered within him in just a few breaths.

"Half an incense stick..." The Golden Dragon King's voice seemed to come from beyond a glass cover, wavering outside before slowly fading away. Tang Wulin could sense that the Golden Dragon King's aura was extremely weak at the moment, but he was not in danger.

"Good." Tang Wulin's eyes blazed with fire. He slammed the Golden Dragon Spear and the Clear Sky Hammer together, and the two divine weapons slowly fused. The blood-gold spear shaft was covered in dragon scales, while its tip bore strange patterns. The spear had not changed much in appearance, but it could shift forms at any time during battle.

His body stretched in midair. The