Cage Closes, One Dragon Suppresses Three

The entire battlefield had reached the peak of crisis.

Large numbers of hostages scattered in all directions aboard flying soul tools, breaking out and vanishing into the distant night. Yet Huo Yuhao and Nan Qiuqiu remained trapped within the city, unable to escape. From every direction, Sun Moon Empire soul engineer legions and heavily armored mecha closed in layer by layer, while Holy Spirit Cult evil soul masters pressed forward without cease, pinning the two of them firmly between the streets and alleys.

Three suffocating auras of pressure slowly descended.

The Holy Spirit Cult's Third Elder, Nether Lightning Douluo; Fourth Elder, Netherworld Douluo; and the commander of the Evil Lord Soul Engineer Corps, Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng, formed a triangle that sealed off every route of escape. Pitch-black evil lightning, countless resentful souls, and dense, violent earth-element soul power intertwined, making even the air between heaven and earth seem to freeze solid.

A biting chill filled Huo Yuhao's eyes as he prepared for the worst. Countless times in the past, when all retreat had been cut off, his final trump card had been to burn his Sea of Spirit, blasting open the encirclement at the cost of grievous injury and protecting Nan Qiuqiu as she fled. His ultimate spiritual power began to stir within his mind, ready to ignite that destructive force.

Just as the fire of spirit was about to ignite, a tall golden figure suddenly stood before them.

Tang Wulin wore the Three-Word Battle Armor, Dragon Moon Whisper. Dragon patterns gleamed across the armor under the light of war, while the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline surged endlessly through his body. He was now a rank-sixty-seven Soul Emperor. With the combined enhancement of a complete Three-Word Battle Armor, the Golden Dragon King's Origin, and Spirit Domain Realm spiritual power, his combat strength was enough to rival a rank-ninety-five Super Douluo.

"You don't need to go that far."

Tang Wulin's steady voice pierced through the clamor of battle. He stood before Huo Yuhao and Nan Qiuqiu, facing the three Title Douluo directly.

Huo Yuhao froze. The turbulent spiritual power in his mind came to an abrupt halt. He could clearly sense the vast, surging power within Tang Wulin, that heavy and majestic aura standing like a mountain.

"Brother Tang!"

"Go find Nan Shuishui quickly. I'll hold them here." Tang Wulin did not turn around. His golden dragon eyes stared straight at the three powerful opponents. "I'll buy you time."

Before his words had faded, Nether Lightning Douluo attacked first!

Pitch-black nether lightning tore through the night sky and crashed down with evil power capable of devouring souls. Netherworld Douluo activated his martial soul at the same time, and countless shrieking resentful spirits surged up from underground, turning into a black tide that swept forward. Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng struck with both fists, condensing his dense yellow earth-element soul power into the phantom of a gigantic bull's head that charged head-on.

The three Title Douluo attacked simultaneously, their combined assault sealing every direction Tang Wulin could dodge toward.

Tang Wulin stood as steady as a mountain, light flowing across Dragon Moon Whisper.

Golden Dragon Shakes the Earth!

His right foot slammed into the ground. Golden dragon-shaped soul power rippled through the earth, shattering wave after wave of the incoming resentful souls.

Immediately afterward, a deep dragon roar resounded through the streets—Golden Dragon Roar!

Soul-shaking soundwaves spread outward. The nether lightning surrounding Nether Lightning Douluo trembled violently, and all three Title Douluo paused for an instant.

Seizing that gap, Tang Wulin shot forward. His fists, wrapped in the Golden Dragon King's power, swept out as the force of Golden Dragon Sweeps Its Tail erupted, forcibly blocking Mad Bull Douluo's frontal strike.

One man and one suit of armor stood alone against three Title Douluo.

Everyone stared in disbelief. In this era, no one knew anything of the battle armor system. They simply took it for an unparalleled top-tier soul tool armor.

"A mere Soul Emperor dares stand in the way of the three of us?" Nether Lightning Douluo barked coldly as his evil lightning surged once more.

Tang Wulin possessed combat strength at the Super Douluo level, enough that he would not be at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight against any of them. But with the three Title Douluo joining forces, their offense and defense complemented one another, their attacks pouring down without pause and leaving not the slightest opening to breathe.

Boom!

Nether Lightning Douluo's nether lightning, Netherworld Douluo's soul-devouring evil power, and Wang Yiheng's Mad Bull Charge struck Dragon Moon Whisper in succession.

The armor trembled without stop as fine cracks gradually appeared across its surface. Burn marks and impact scars accumulated. The Golden Dragon King's Bloodline constantly repaired Tang Wulin's injuries on its own, but the ceaseless attacks continuously drained his soul power.

A metallic sweetness rose in Tang Wulin's throat, but he forcibly swallowed it. His body remained firmly upright, and he did not retreat even half a step.

In the distance, Bei Bei, Ye Guyi, and the others desperately tried to shake off their pursuers and rush over to help, but vast numbers of enemy troops held them back, making it impossible for them to approach.

Ye Guyi unleashed holy light, purifying the evil souls that attacked without end. The clear white radiance fell into Tang Wulin's eyes, once again making him think of Yue Zhengyu ten thousand years in the future. With life and death hanging by a thread, he quickly buried that fleeting melancholy in his heart.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and completely suppressed the thought of burning his Sea of Spirit. He understood that Tang Wulin was enduring the full pressure of three Title Douluo solely to create this precious opportunity for them.

"Nan Qiuqiu, go! Find your mother quickly!"

Huo Yuhao no longer hesitated. Activating Ultimate Ice, he swept Nan Qiuqiu along and darted toward the depths of the Holy Spirit Cult stronghold through the opening Tang Wulin had created at the risk of his life.

Tang Wulin watched the two leave, then turned back to face the tide-like assault of the three Title Douluo once more.

His soul power drained rapidly, his blood and qi churned violently, and muffled cracks sounded continuously from the bones inside his body. Dragon Moon Whisper's glow dimmed without stop, and its repair speed gradually fell behind the pace of destruction.

He knew full well that he could not resist three Title Douluo working together for long. All he could do was endure, endure until Huo Yuhao found Nan Shuishui, until everyone regrouped and escaped safely.

"Get out of my way!"

Tang Wulin roared as the Golden Dragon King's Origin erupted at full force. Golden light blazed from his entire body as he forcibly withstood another combined strike. The enormous impact sent him sliding backward several yards, carving two deep trenches into the ground.

Dust filled the air. A tear burst open in the armor on his shoulder, and blood slowly seeped down his arm.

"Still holding on?" Netherworld Douluo's sinister voice rang out. "You cannot stop the three of us alone."

"If you want to chase them, step over my body first."

Tang Wulin clenched his fists, golden dragon might still proudly enveloping the entire street.

Golden light suddenly tore through the clouds overhead as Wang Qiu'er descended from the sky with the Golden Dragon Spear in hand. Seeing the wounded Tang Wulin trapped by the three Title Douluo, surprise flashed through her eyes. Then she charged forward, sweeping out a golden spear radiance as she stepped in to share the pressure.

The two powerful figures bearing the Golden Dragon Bloodline stood side by side, easing the desperate situation somewhat.

Deep within the city, Huo Yuhao fully spread out his spiritual detection and finally caught Nan Shuishui's faint life aura...

Dragon Armor Weeps Blood, the King's Path Suppresses Title Douluo

Outside the city, the flames of war soared into the heavens, while killing intent between the streets had become almost tangible.

Tang Wulin stood alone against three Title Douluo, tall as a mountain peak. Though trapped in a desperate situation, his spine did not bend in the slightest.

The golden-blue light across the Three-Word Battle Armor, Dragon Moon Whisper, continued to flow. Its body, forged from eight rare metals, had originally been indestructible, yet under the relentless combined assaults of Nether Lightning Douluo, Netherworld Douluo, and Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng, it was now covered in dense cracks.

In a one-on-one battle, strength at the Super Douluo level stood above his generation and crushed ordinary Title Douluo.

But one against three, against a flawless encirclement of Title Douluo, was ultimately defying heaven itself.

Nether Lightning Douluo's black evil lightning burned through sinew and corroded bone, specializing in breaking physical defenses. Netherworld Douluo's soul-devouring evil mist invaded the Sea of Spirit and tore at the foundation of the spirit. Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng combined a ninth-grade soul tool with earth-element Title Douluo soul power, every strike dense and tyrannical enough to shatter mountains and split the earth.

Their offense and defense complemented one another, their long-range and close-range attacks working in tandem to seal every opening Tang Wulin had to dodge, break out, or catch his breath.

Dragon Moon Whisper shook violently, enduring devastating bombardment after bombardment as the spiritual glow across its surface rapidly dimmed. The Golden Dragon King's Origin made Tang Wulin's blood and qi surge madly, constantly repairing the injuries to his bones, flesh, and organs, but its speed of repair could not keep up with the damage inflicted by three Title Douluo together.

The metallic taste in his throat surged without end. Tang Wulin's body trembled faintly, yet he continued to stand firmly in the middle of the street.

Behind him lay Huo Yuhao and Nan Qiuqiu's path to survival as they searched deeper within for Nan Shuishui.

If he fell, the road ahead would be sealed at once, and the two of them would certainly die.

"You reckless brat!"

Nether Lightning Douluo's face was cold and grim. Forming seals with both hands, he condensed the black nether lightning filling the sky into several lightning pillars as thick as a man's waist, which crashed down with a roar. "A mere Soul Emperor, relying on a set of strange armor, dares to act like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and block the path of the three of us?"

"Crush him!"

Netherworld Douluo's resentful souls went berserk. The pitch-black soul mist that covered the heavens became thousands of ghostly claws, wrapping tightly around Tang Wulin's limbs and imprisoning both his body and soul power.

Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng stepped through the air, his soul power swelling to the limit. His ninth-grade soul tool main cannon had finished charging. Blinding blue light of destruction locked onto Tang Wulin's heart before erupting with a thunderous blast!

The three killing attacks sealed heaven and locked down the earth in an instant.

In the distance, Bei Bei, Ye Guyi, Ji Juechen, and the others desperately pushed forward, but tens of thousands of mecha and soul engineer legion troops blocked them completely. They could only watch helplessly as Tang Wulin bore the overwhelming danger alone, their eyes filled with anxiety and powerlessness.

Holy light surged wildly from Ye Guyi as she repeatedly purified the evil souls rushing at her. The pure white brilliance gazed from afar at that lone golden figure, making her heart tremble. That holy light was too familiar. It left her dazed, and it also made Tang Wulin, separated from the one he missed by ten thousand years, briefly lose himself amid the agony—if Yue Zhengyu had been here, he would surely have stood beside him and suppressed the evil together.

But at this moment, no one stood beside him.

There was only him: one man, one suit of armor, one dragon body.

"Since I won't retreat... then I'll show you what it means to be suppressed!"

The bone-deep pain completely forced out the most arrogant dragon nature buried in Tang Wulin's heart.

The aura he had suppressed to the utmost limit exploded. Golden light blazed around him as every remaining trace of spiritual power in Dragon Moon Whisper activated in an instant. The properties of all eight rare metals erupted into full force!

Golden Dragon Spear! Thousand Men Pointing Fingers!

In that instant, heaven and earth across the entire battlefield changed color!

An invisible, formless, terrifying pressure suddenly radiated across a hundred-yard radius. It did not belong to soul power, a martial soul, or battle armor. It belonged to the Golden Dragon Spear, as hundreds and thousands of spear radiances fused into one.

At this moment, it was no longer a Soul Emperor fighting Title Douluo.

It was an Elder Golden Dragon looking down upon the mortal powers of the world!

The resentful souls and ghostly claws flooding toward him froze instantly, then scattered!

The rushing black nether lightning froze in midair, then vanished!

The violent earth-element soul power crushing toward him shook violently and scattered by more than half!

The bodies of the three mighty Title Douluo all stiffened. Their blood and qi flowed backward, their martial souls shook violently, and the most extreme fear born from the source of their bloodlines rose within their hearts!

This was absolute suppression of rank, the natural intimidation of a higher dragon race against all living beings!

"What kind of power is this?!" Wang Yiheng's pupils contracted sharply, his face full of horror.

Thousand Men Pointing Fingers—ten thousand enemies bow their heads!

Using the instant in which the three Title Douluo were frozen, Tang Wulin overdraw every last remnant of his soul power, blood and qi, and spiritual power. His Spirit Domain Realm spiritual power in his Sea of Spirit burned completely, and the Golden Dragon King's Origin boiled over!

He shattered the ground beneath his feet and shot through the air in an instant. Golden dragon patterns covered his fists as his aura climbed to the peak of his life!

Nine Golden Dragon Forms! King's Path!

An incomparably dazzling golden road extended from beneath his feet, cutting across the battlefield and reaching directly before the two evil soul master Title Douluo!

Wherever the road passed, space trembled, evil qi retreated, and no force could invade!

This was a road belonging solely to the dragon race's emperor. To step upon it was to seize victory and defeat, to judge life and death!

Tang Wulin moved like a dragon's shadow, stepping upon the King's Path as his fists unleashed a relentless barrage!

Boom—!!

His first punch smashed directly into Netherworld Douluo's chest!

Netherworld Douluo's mind had already been shaken by Thousand Men Pointing Fingers. Caught off guard, he was struck as though by a divine mountain. The bones in his chest shattered over a wide area, his black evil soul origin convulsed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood as his body flew backward. He had been severely wounded!

His second punch struck Nether Lightning Douluo across the shoulder and neck!

Unmatched dragon power poured into his body, instantly disrupting the operation of Nether Lightning Douluo's evil lightning martial soul. His meridians ruptured inch by inch, the nether lightning power he had been so proud of collapsing on the spot. He tumbled to the ground in a miserable state, his aura weakening by more than half in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, the two Holy Spirit Cult Title Douluo had both been severely wounded by a single punch!

Only Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng, relying on his dense earth-element martial soul and the protection of his ninth-grade soul tool, barely managed to stabilize himself. His face was filled with terror as he stared at the young man before him, his dragon armor stained with blood.

But the price was extreme overdraw.

The double eruption of King's Path and Thousand Men Pointing Fingers had nearly drained over ninety percent of Tang Wulin's soul power and Golden Dragon King blood and qi.

Dragon Moon Whisper had completely dimmed. Dense cracks covered the entire armor, and many pieces had shattered and fallen away.

His body swayed violently, his legs nearly giving out. Agonizing pain swept through him, and darkness repeatedly clouded his vision.

Overdrawn, heavily wounded, utterly exhausted.

With the body of a Soul Emperor, borrowing Three-Word Battle Armor, dragon race secret arts, and Spirit Domain spiritual power, he had forcibly grievously wounded two Title Douluo. This was already a miracle beyond the laws of heaven and earth.

Yet he still did not retreat.

Even with his blood and qi exhausted, his soul power nearly gone, and his whole body drenched in blood, he remained standing in the center of the street. He swayed as though he might fall at any moment, yet he was like an unbreakable wall.

He had held on until the final moment.

Side Story: Huo Yuhao Rescues Nan Shuishui

At the same time, deep within the battlefield.

Using the absolute opening Tang Wulin had exchanged with his life, Huo Yuhao led Nan Qiuqiu rapidly into the Holy Spirit Cult Secret Prison.

Ultimate Ice froze every guard along the way, while his peak Spirit Sea spiritual power swept across every inch of the prison. Within only a few breaths, he precisely located Nan Shuishui, who had been imprisoned alone, her soul power sealed and her body weak beyond measure.

"Mother!" Nan Qiuqiu rushed forward with reddened eyes.

Ice soul power flowed from Huo Yuhao's fingertips as he gently dispelled the restraints left by evil souls within Nan Shuishui's body, along with the lingering poison of Soul-Annihilating Powder. He quickly stabilized the life force that had been on the verge of collapse.

Once they confirmed that Nan Shuishui was alive and unharmed, the enormous weight in their hearts finally lifted.

"Move! Brother Tang can't hold on much longer!"

Huo Yuhao's heart suddenly tightened. He could clearly sense that the domineering dragon power outside had abruptly weakened. That was a sign of exhaustion and severe injury!

The rescue was complete. They immediately turned back!

Main Story Conclusion: The Dragon Body Weeps Blood, Defending Without Retreat

On the battlefield between the streets.

Netherworld Douluo and Nether Lightning Douluo endured the pain of their severe injuries, with nothing left in their eyes but boundless killing intent and fear.

The two had been seriously wounded, their combat strength reduced by more than half, but they were still Title Douluo. They still possessed the power to fight.

Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng, the last one standing at full strength, suppressed the fear in his heart. The three slowly surrounded Tang Wulin once more, staring fixedly at the exhausted and severely wounded youth.

"What a youngster... what terrifying trump cards."

Nether Lightning Douluo's voice was hoarse and vicious. "Unfortunately, your lamp has run dry and your oil is spent."

Tang Wulin lowered his eyes slightly. His blood-stained fingertips trembled faintly, and nearly all the strength in his body had been drained away.

He had truly reached his limit.

He could no longer unleash an unparalleled attack like the one that had just crushed Title Douluo.

But he still raised his head. Though dimmed, his golden dragon eyes remained unyielding.

Even if he was exhausted, even if he was severely wounded, even if he stood on the verge of collapse.

He still stood in front of this road.

Not one step back.

Only to protect the path home behind him, to protect that hard-won chance of survival.

A fierce wind swept over shattered armor fragments and the smoke of war covering the ground.

Dragon Moon Whisper was stained in blood, standing alone against three mighty foes.

He had fought until the very last moment.