Tang Wulin's Resistance

The sky over the core region of the Star Dou Great Forest was as dark as an inky prison.

Di Tian stood in the void, his ancient, unchanging aura of a dark beast like mountains and seas overturning, locking firmly onto the slender figure of the youth below. The pressure of a million-year beast sovereign was everywhere, warping the air, withering the vegetation, and leaving the entire core forbidden zone devoid of even the slightest sign of life.

"Come with me."

Three simple words, carrying no killing intent, yet more despairing than any savage roar. In Di Tian's eyes, Tang Wulin, a mere Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, was only a young dragon that had yet to open its eyes, despite his heaven-defying bloodline. He had no right to stand against him, much less refuse.

Yet that indifference, as though looking down upon an ant, only set the pride and fighting spirit in Tang Wulin's chest ablaze.

He held his back straight, allowing the terrifying pressure around him to grind his flesh until it ached and make his bones hum and tremble. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only blood-tempered stubbornness.

Surrender? Allow himself to be captured?

Absolutely not.

His life, his path, had never been for others to dictate. Even if his opponent was the Black Dragon Sovereign who had dominated the Douluo Continent for a million years, he would give everything he had to fight for a sliver of survival!

He had clearly seen the phenomenon from moments ago, when his bloodline had shaken Di Tian—

The supreme Dragon God Bloodline was a heavenly law engraved into the roots of every dragon race. Even a top-tier Black Dragon beast like Di Tian still possessed an innate submission and reverence buried deep within his soul.

But... bloodline was heaven's blessing, not combat strength.

Trying to force back a sovereign beast with a mere trace of primordial pressure was nothing more than a fool's dream.

The next instant, Tang Wulin's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade!

Bzzzz—!

A clear, ancient metallic cry that shook the mountains and forest suddenly erupted!

A stream of brilliant, mercury-like light inlaid with gilded dragons surged from his body, racing through his limbs and bones before spreading and solidifying. Crystal-clear alloy armor plates joined layer by layer. His shoulder guards stood tall, his breastplate was heavy, his waist armor snug, his wristguards covered in intricate dragon patterns, and his kneecaps sharp with condensed light. Every inch of the armor carried the warm divine glow of countless refinements, yet contained the weighty power of mountains.

Two-Word Battle Armor—Dragon Moon!

Silver and gold intertwined across its surface, dragon patterns coiling like the moon, its flowing radiance shining brightly as it suppressed all directions!

The instant the battle armor covered him, the beastly pressure that had raged around Tang Wulin and nearly crushed him was forcibly pushed back, forming an absolute domain around him!

A Two-Word Battle Armor was the ultimate pinnacle accessible to Soul Masters at the four-ring level, the ultimate foundation countless Soul Masters could only dream of attaining in their lifetimes. The instant the armor formed, Tang Wulin's physical strength, explosive power, defensive resistance, and soul power purity all surged severalfold!

His previously aching bones stopped trembling, and his chaotic soul power was instantly regulated and calmed by the battle armor. Empowered by the Dragon Moon Battle Armor, the golden dragon pressure was no longer thin and fragmented, but solid, weighty, and incomparably domineering!

The Dragon Moon Battle Armor possessed an inherent Dragon God affinity, perfectly resonating with the Golden Dragon King origin within Tang Wulin. The two blended seamlessly together.

"Hah!!"

Tang Wulin let out a low shout that shook the surroundings.

The complete Dragon Moon Battle Armor shone brilliantly. Pure golden dragon flames flowed through the gaps in the armor, while four soul rings—yellow, purple, purple, and black—pulsed around him in alternating rhythm. Their radiance surged to its limit, and the fourth soul ring, black as ink, released the full, profound foundation of a ten-thousand-year soul ring!

Golden Dragon Body fully unleashed!

Dragon Moon Battle Armor equipped!

Dragon God Bloodline erupted without reservation!

With the three ultimate enhancements stacked together, he had now reached the absolute ceiling of power possible for a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor!

Above the void, Di Tian, who had already suppressed the agitation in his bloodline, changed expression again!

The instant that silver-gold battle armor etched with dragon patterns formed, his Black Dragon divine soul, dormant for a million years, once again felt a violent stab of pain and an instinctive urge to submit!

The forging origin, pattern structure, and power affinity of the Dragon Moon Battle Armor faintly matched the standards of the Ancient Dragon God!

This was not merely Tang Wulin's personal bloodline suppression, but the double suppression of the Dragon God's exclusive battle armor aura and the origin of a supreme bloodline!

The dark dragon power flowing around Di Tian visibly became sluggish, scattered, and dimmed across large areas.

His terrifying cultivation, which had spanned a million years and could shatter mountains and split seas, was forcibly suppressed by more than thirty percent at this moment!

The Black Dragon origin within him churned restlessly. The obsession with kneeling deep within his divine soul rose from the ashes, and an unbearable stiffness spread through his limbs and bones.

The shock in Di Tian's eyes finally turned grave.

He finally understood that the youth before him was no ordinary Golden Dragon King vessel.

A Dragon God Bloodline pure to the extreme, an exclusive battle armor compatible with the Dragon God's standards, a physical foundation invincible among those of the same rank... given enough time to grow, such talent and foundation would truly be enough to stand above all dragons in the heavens. Even he could only bow his head in submission.

But in the end—he was still too weak.

No matter how noble the bloodline, how extraordinary the battle armor, or how deep the foundation, none of it could bridge the chasm of multiple major realms and a million years of cultivation.

"You have surprised me." Di Tian spoke calmly, the initial disdain finally gone from his tone, leaving only cold judgment. "A mere Soul Ancestor, yet you have forced me to suffer bloodline suppression twice. You have cause to be proud."

"But that is all."

Before his words had even faded, Tang Wulin charged forward on his own initiative!

Clad in the Dragon Moon Battle Armor, the youth moved like a golden bolt of lightning. He made no sound as he tore through the air, all his extreme power gathered in his fists. The force of Golden Dragon Suppression coursed through his armor, and every punch carried a thunderous dragon roar that shook the heavens!

His fists directly exploded the air, leaving cracks of vacuum in their wake. Golden dragon power fused with the force of the battle armor, transforming into a sky full of sharp dragon-shaped energy that crashed down upon Di Tian in layer after layer.

This was his strongest attack, a desperate strike that exhausted every bit of his foundation!

He was gambling!

Gambling that the double bloodline suppression could continue restricting Di Tian's power, gambling that the Dragon Moon Battle Armor's ultimate defense could withstand a sovereign's attack, gambling that his desperate counterattack could force back this supreme ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!

An unending series of explosions rang through heaven and earth!

Countless golden dragon energies slammed against the dark barrier before Di Tian, exploding into light that filled the sky. Golden and black energy collided, annihilated each other, and shook violently, whipping up gales that swept across a thousand li. The ground was plowed into dense, deep ravines by the shockwaves.

Under the continuous suppression of the Dragon God Bloodline, Di Tian's defensive barrier was indeed unstable. It fluctuated violently as Tang Wulin's relentless attacks continuously shook and compressed it!

It seemed... he actually had a chance to fight!

But only Tang Wulin, caught within it all, knew that it was merely an illusion.

Every strike he delivered was like striking an endless deep sea. It looked spectacular, yet in truth, it vanished without a trace.

What Di Tian had suppressed was only the circulation of his power and the instincts of his divine soul. His foundational physical strength, divine soul strength, and comprehension of the Great Dao had not diminished in the slightest!

Tang Wulin's all-out assault could not even force Di Tian back half a step.

The Black Dragon Sovereign, who had stood with his hands behind his back from beginning to end, remained as immovable as an ancient divine mountain.

After a brief barrage of attacks, Tang Wulin's soul power began to drain rapidly. The light of the Dragon Moon Battle Armor gradually dimmed, while waves of tearing pain spread through his overdrawn body.

His breathing became increasingly labored, and his attacks gradually slowed.

Enough.

The last trace of patience in Di Tian's eyes completely vanished.

"Your tantrum is over."

There was no earth-shaking buildup, no complicated and powerful soul skill.

Di Tian merely raised his hand casually. A wisp of origin power, black as a dragon abyss, condensed in his palm before he gave a light push.

This palm strike appeared utterly ordinary, yet it contained the full foundation of a million-year beast sovereign. It pierced through space, ignored distance, and landed precisely in the center of Tang Wulin's chest.

Bang!!!

An incomparably muffled boom erupted!

Crack—!!

The first thing to shatter was Tang Wulin's prized Dragon Moon Battle Armor!

The incomparably sturdy Two-Word Battle Armor, capable of withstanding the fierce assault of a Soul King, was as fragile as glass beneath this palm strike. The entire breastplate instantly cracked and shattered, silver-gold fragments of armor flying and scattering through the air. The previously solid armor barrier collapsed with a boom and vanished into nothingness!

The battle armor disintegrated. Every enhancement, every defense, every domain's support instantly dropped to zero!

Immediately afterward, that incomparably terrifying force pierced through his defenses and violently rushed into Tang Wulin's body!

The tough body of his Golden Dragon Body was instantly crushed. Bones and tendons across his body fractured in large areas, his internal organs shifted, and his blood and vital energy surged chaotically.

Even with the instinctive protection of the Dragon God Bloodline and its ultimate resilience as a safeguard, all defenses were futile before such absolute suppression of power.

"Puh—!"

A mouthful of scorching blood sprayed into the sky, glaringly crimson.

Tang Wulin's entire body bent sharply as if crushed by a mountain. Every attack stopped at once, and the Dragon God Bloodline boiling within him was thoroughly thrown into chaos and silence by that palm strike. The supreme dragon pressure that had just suppressed Di Tian vanished in an instant.

He could no longer remain in the air, nor could he resist. His body fell like a meteor with its strings severed, crashing violently toward the earth!

Boom!!

A massive crater appeared once more. Broken stones and dust shot into the sky, shrouding the entire area.

Tang Wulin lay sprawled at the center of the crater, with fractures throughout his body and his flesh torn and mangled. Fragments of shattered battle armor lay scattered around him. The once brilliant golden dragon patterns had completely dimmed, while the glow of his bloodline beneath his skin was so faint it was nearly invisible.

Pain swept through his entire body. Every breath tugged at his broken bones and tendons, bringing unbearable agony as wave after wave of dizziness assailed his mind.

He struggled to raise a hand, to stand once more, to continue resisting, but his limbs and bones had long since been completely drained. His soul power was exhausted, his body grievously wounded, and his bloodline sluggish. Even moving a single finger was incomparably difficult.

He could not win.

Even after activating the Dragon Moon Battle Armor, even though his bloodline restrained Di Tian, even after exhausting everything and burning with fighting spirit, he still could not win.

His bloodline was innately supreme, but cultivation, realm, time, and combat strength were acquired chasms that could not be crossed.

No matter how noble a young dragon was, before it matured, it still could not shake an ancient Black Dragon.

Above the void, Di Tian slowly withdrew his palm. He looked down indifferently at the gravely injured youth at the bottom of the crater. The last trace of submission lingering in the depths of his divine soul had already been completely suppressed by his million years of cultivation.

"Your bloodline, battle armor, and body are all monstrous by the standards of this age."

"Unfortunately, you are too weak."

He slowly descended through the air. Dark dragon energy once again completely locked onto Tang Wulin, who no longer had the power to resist. His tone was cold and absolute:

"Now, you have no power left to resist. Come with me, back to Star Dou."