Hand-Tearing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast

Behind him, a pair of enormous dragon wings unfurled. The left wing was wrapped in stark white bones and rippling spatial fluctuations, while the right was a blood-red membrane flowing with an aura of slaughter.

At that moment, Gu En no longer resembled a soul master. He was more like a demonic dragon war god who had emerged from the abyss!

"Roar—!!!"

Gu En's roar carried the overlapping soundwaves of two true dragons.

The Void Shadow Dragon sensed some sort of suppression from a superior bloodline, and terror appeared in its eyes for the first time.

It wanted to flee, but it was already too late.

"Whoosh!"

Gu En vanished.

This was not teleportation. His speed had simply reached the point of tearing through space.

The next second, Gu En appeared directly above the Void Shadow Dragon.

His right hand, covered in bone armor and dragon scales, carried blood-red force powerful enough to topple mountains and overturn seas as it clamped down on the shadow dragon's neck.

The Void Shadow Dragon struggled wildly, opening black holes all around itself in an attempt to devour Gu En's body.

Yet Gu En's demonic dragon body, tempered by ice and fire and enhanced by the Blood Dragon, withstood the black holes' tearing force head-on!

"Die...!"

Gu En's eyes widened as the muscles in both arms bulged like coiling dragons.

He did not use any soul skill. Instead, he chose the most primitive and brutal method of killing.

His hands gripped the Void Shadow Dragon's spine and the roots of its wings, then he violently pulled outward!

"Crack—Splat!"

Dragon blood sprayed across the sky like a miserable rain of crimson.

The Void Shadow Dragon, capable of contending with a fifty-thousand-year soul beast, was forcibly torn in half by Gu En's utterly savage strength!

The massive dragon corpse crashed heavily to the ground, and the canyon was instantly filled with a thick stench of blood.

A deep black soul ring slowly emerged above the shattered dragon corpse.

Gu En exited his Demon Dragon Transformation and dropped to one knee, panting heavily as the dark-red patterns across his body gradually faded.

As the stench of blood in the canyon gradually dispersed, Gu En's face was pale from exhaustion after releasing Demon Dragon Transformation, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

The moment he turned around, he saw his grandfather, Gu Rong, staring at him gloomily.

This level ninety-seven Titled Douluo no longer possessed the dignity of an unparalleled expert. Instead, he looked like an old child whose toy had been stolen, muttering under his breath:

"Tsk, tsk, Demon Dragon Transformation... What a Demon Dragon Transformation. En'er, you're becoming more and more independent. You even hid a trump card like this from your grandfather. So you think these old bones of mine are useless now, and you no longer need me to protect you personally, is that it?"

Gu Rong's words were filled with sourness. Clearly, he felt somewhat hurt that his grandson had concealed such a huge secret from him.

Gu En froze slightly, then warmth welled up in his heart.

He knew his grandfather was not truly angry. He simply cared about him too much.

He hurried to Gu Rong's side, tugged at his grandfather's broad sleeve, and said with a bitter smile:

"Grandfather, you've truly wronged me. This Demon Dragon Transformation is only a prototype I recently figured out. That was also its first time in actual combat."

"I was planning to wait until I had fully perfected it before returning to the sect and giving you and Uncle Ning a surprise. Who knew that shadow dragon would press me so hard?"

"A surprise? More like a scare!"

Gu Rong rapped Gu En on the forehead irritably, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Enough, enough. Stop feeding this old man honeyed words. Hurry up, the soul ring is about to dissipate. Absorb it quickly!"

"Yes, Grandfather!"

After taking a healing spiritual herb from the Icefire Mandarin Duck Cauldron, Gu En calmed his mind and sat cross-legged before the black soul ring, as deep as ink.

A twenty-thousand-year soul ring was normally something a soul master would use as their fifth or even sixth soul ring.

The instant the soul ring entered his body, an extremely cold energy with devouring properties erupted, attempting to shred Gu En's meridians apart.

"Roar!"

The Void Shadow Dragon's remnant soul appeared within Gu En's spiritual sea. With an unwilling roar, it charged directly at the source of his soul, carrying boundless resentment.

"Seeking death."

Gu En snorted coldly. His eyes remained shut, yet violet-gold divine light bloomed within his spiritual sea.

The spiritual power brought by Autumn Dew Sight was like a massive hammer, instantly suppressing the remnant soul's roar.

At the same time, the residual energy of the Icefire Twin Herbs and the medicinal power of the Earth Dragon Golden Melon within his body were completely stimulated by the impact of this ten-thousand-year soul power.

The immortal herb energies had originally settled deep within his bones and meridians, but now they became the purest fuel, driving Gu En's soul power forward in a mad surge!

"Buzz—!"

The first wave of soul power spread out. Level thirty-one.

Then came level thirty-three, level thirty-five...

Gu Rong's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched from the side. He could sense Gu En's soul power roaring like a breached flood, impossible to stop.

A full three hours passed.

When Gu En opened his eyes again, three soul rings—two purple and one black, utterly beyond reason—pulsed quietly beneath his feet.

That black third soul ring in particular radiated such oppressive spatial pressure that even the surrounding rubble floated into the air.

"Huff—"

Gu En exhaled a mouthful of foul air. Feeling the power within him so full it was almost overflowing, he stared at Gu Rong somewhat blankly.

"Grandfather, I think... I've directly reached the level forty bottleneck."

"Level forty?"

Even Gu Rong, a level ninety-seven Douluo, began to question his life.

He had set out at level thirty at the age of ten, gone out to hunt a soul ring, and returned directly at level forty?

If word got out, every genius on the continent could go smash their heads into a block of tofu.

Gu En rose to his feet and slightly raised his right hand. A dark-gold phantom of the Spatial Sacred Bone Dragon emerged behind him, and its dragon claw now bore a trace of the Void Shadow Dragon's pitch-black patterns.

"Grandfather, this third soul ring gave me an incredibly powerful skill. I call it—Void Annihilation."

Gu En pointed toward a hundred-meter stone wall ahead, narrowing his eyes.

"It has two forms. The first is a wide-range 'Shatter'!"

As his words fell, Gu En made a grasping motion through the air with his right hand.

"Crack!"

The space before the entire stone wall shattered like a mirror. Everything within a hundred-meter radius was instantly ground into dust by spatial rifts. This was the ultimate in area attacks and control.

Then Gu En's gaze sharpened, and all his soul power compressed toward the tip of his index finger. A pitch-black black hole flickered at his fingertip.

"The second is an extremely compressed single-target kill—Void Finger!"

"Whoosh!"

The black beam instantly pierced through the stone wall. There was no explosion and no sound. A circular hole one meter in diameter appeared at the center of the wall, its edges smooth as a mirror—the mark of matter being completely annihilated.

"Good, good, good!"

Gu Rong could not help shouting in praise, his eyes filled with fervor.

Gu En withdrew his soul power and looked at his hands, but inwardly he thought, Level forty... After returning to the sect and giving Rongrong the immortal herbs, it'll be time to prepare for my fourth soul ring—and deal with that old poison Dugu Bo while I'm at it.