What Was a Titled Douluo? The Ancestral Dragon's Wrath Shattered Heaven and Earth

"You call yourself the greatest assault fighter in the world, but in the end, you're just a coward who strikes at six-year-old children from the shadows."

Su Chen spoke coldly, his face full of scorn.

Deep in the dense woods behind the academy, at the edge of a cliff.

A burly figure in a tattered black robe stood against the wind.

Beneath gray-white hair as tangled as weeds, a beastlike scarlet gleam surged in Tang Hao's sunken eyes.

The wretched despair Tang San had shown in the academy courtyard became a red-hot knife, stabbing deep into Tang Hao's heart.

Ah Yin had sacrificed herself for their flesh and blood, the future hope of the Clear Sky Sect. Yet on the very first day of his awakening, he had been forced to absorb a worthless ten-year ring, and his Martial Soul had mutated beyond repair!

And the culprit behind it all was Su Chen, the boy of unknown origins who had stolen the Mandala Snake!

"Die... Brat, you've only yourself to blame for standing in Little San's way."

Tang Hao muttered hoarsely, and scarlet light flared around him.

The overwhelming pressure of a level-ninety-five Peerless Douluo descended like an invisible mountain, blasting from the back hill toward Dorm Seven at Nuoding Academy. He meant to crush Su Chen's soul and meridians completely!

That terrifying pressure, enough to grind a Soul Saint to death, crashed into Dorm Seven...

Boom!

A supreme dragon's roar, as though rising from the depths of primordial chaos, erupted across heaven and earth without warning!

Rooar!

In Su Chen's sea of consciousness, the Chaos Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul, which had been resting quietly, snapped open its golden eyes. The birth and destruction of ten thousand worlds were reflected in them!

The rank of a divine Martial Soul belonged to a supreme ruler who presided over the universe's creation and received the worship of all living things!

A domain forged from mere mortal slaughter, the brute force of a mortal Tool Martial Soul—before the Chaos Ancestral Dragon's primordial essence, they did not even count as dust!

Hum!

At Su Chen's chest, the Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale he had just fused with suddenly burst into dazzling dark-gold radiance!

Pure Yang Dragon Emperor Aura became a brilliant golden pillar of light and shot skyward from the crown of Su Chen's head!

Behind Su Chen, a golden Dragon Emperor Phantom manifested proudly, its body wreathed in chaotic mist and ancient divine markings.

The phantom merely cast a glance!

The scarlet Divine Slaughter's Domain sealing Dorm Seven was burned into nothingness!

"What?"

On the cliff behind the academy, Tang Hao's cold, murderous face contorted. A terrifying majesty that made his soul tremble descended from the heavens, forcibly shattering his Divine Slaughter's Domain.

"A... a god's rank? That is absolutely no mortal Martial Soul!"

He staggered back three steps. His aged, exhausted face was filled with horror, and the killing intent in his eyes had given way to boundless fear.

How was this possible? How could a six-year-old boy in little Nuoding City possess divine pressure that even the Clear Sky Hammer had to bow before?

Could he be the reincarnation of some supreme ruler from the Divine Realm? Or was there a divine guardian behind him whom even Spirit Hall had never encountered?

Tang Hao clutched his chest and gasped, cold sweat soaking his undershirt.

He knew that if he dared summon his Soul Power again to challenge that ancient phantom, not only would he perish, but Tang San at the foot of the hill would also be reduced to ashes beneath a divine being's wrath!

"Damn it... How did I provoke something like that..."

He dared not linger another moment. Hunching forward, he became a shadow and fled deep into the night, carrying his wounds and the reek of blood with him until he vanished without a trace.

Inside Dorm Seven, as Tang Hao retreated, the blood-red Divine Slaughter's Domain swiftly receded like a tide, and sunlight poured through the windows once more.

Su Chen turned to the girl behind him. "It's all right now."

Xiao Wu stood rooted to the spot, her expression shifting from fear to bewilderment.

Just now, faced with killing intent powerful enough to crush even a Titled Douluo, the boy in white had taken one effortless step forward and sheltered her firmly behind him.

That golden dragon god had descended, looking down on the heavens, and with one supreme strike, had crushed the enemy!

No questions, no retreat, not the slightest hesitation.

In a hundred thousand years, no one besides Da Ming, Er Ming, and her late mother had ever made her feel so safe.

Behind that broad, straight back, even if the sky fell, it would never harm a single hair on her head.

And what was more...

Under the radiance of the Pure Yang Dragon Emperor Aura, the restless essence of her hundred-thousand-year transformation had been gently soothed by its pure yang energy. Even the blockages in her meridians had vanished like smoke!

"Wah... Brother Su Chen!"

The walls around Xiao Wu's heart crumbled completely. With a tearful cry, she forgot her pride and reserve as a Soul Beast and threw herself into Su Chen's arms!

A warm, soft body fell against him.

Xiao Wu wrapped her slender arms tightly around Su Chen's waist and buried her delicate face in his chest. Her body trembled in his embrace, and hot tears soaked the white fabric over his chest.

Su Chen smiled gently and raised a hand to stroke Xiao Wu's smooth Scorpion Braid.

"Don't be scared. Isn't Sister Xiao Wu the strongest? How did you end up crying like a little kitten?"

Then a thin wisp of Dragon Qi flowed from his palm through the back of her neck, soothing her soul.

"I'm... I'm not a little kitten!" Xiao Wu sniffled through her reddened nose. Instead of letting go, she burrowed closer into Su Chen's arms, her voice soft. "Just now... I was so scared... I thought... I thought I'd never see Brother Su Chen again..."

The girl looked up. Her large eyes, red from crying, rested on the boy so close to her, filled with adoration and affection.

At the same time, deep in Su Chen's mind, the system's cheerful notification sounded.

[Ding! The host has used the divine rank of the Chaos Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul to forcibly shatter Divine Slaughter's Domain, suppress the Clear Sky Hammer, severely wound Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao—the chosen son's guardian—in a direct confrontation, and frighten him into retreat!]

[You have successfully severed the fortune Tang Hao gained from secretly protecting Tang San in his early years and reduced Tang San's fortune by 6,000 points!]

[The core heroine Xiao Wu has developed deep soul-deep devotion and emotional attachment to the host. Her fated bond has fully transferred, triggering the settlement of a divine-tier critical reward!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the divine cultivation art Ancestral Dragon Hegemony Body Art: First Volume. Cultivating it tempers the Supreme Dragon Body, greatly increases physical strength and the speed of Soul Power condensation, and grants complete immunity to all negative mental control below the ten-thousand-year level!]

[Congratulations, host! You have received a two-level Soul Power infusion. Your Soul Power Level has risen to level twenty-two!]

Boom!

A vast, surging current of transformative heat sprang from nowhere within Su Chen's limbs and bones.

His already indestructible Dragon Emperor body underwent another profound transformation. His Soul Power broke through its bottleneck as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water, climbing steadily to level twenty-two, the realm of a Soul Grandmaster!

Su Chen looked down at Xiao Wu nestled against him, his gaze turning cold.

The Ancestral Dragon had scared Tang Hao out of his wits. He would never dare set foot in Nuoding Academy again anytime soon.

But on whom would the proud, violent, fiercely protective His Excellency Haotian vent that towering rage?