At the center of the arena, the Golden Dragon King's figure was like that of a golden demon God, every step sending a faint tremor through the ground. He looked at Yue Zhengyu's grave expression across from him, a flicker of bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes.
Just as he was about to throw that punch and utterly crush this so-called "angel," his movement suddenly stalled for an instant.
It was so brief that no one present, including Yue Zhengyu, noticed anything unusual. Within Tang Wulin's Sea of Consciousness, however, a fierce clash took place.
The enormous black cage still towered over that golden ocean. The Golden Dragon King's massive body lay coiled inside, his draconic eyes holding a trace of mockery and arrogance as he watched the Tang Wulin formed from spiritual power before him.
"Well, boy? You saw that, didn't you?" The Golden Dragon King's voice echoed through the Sea of Consciousness, brimming with undisguised pride. "This is my power! No need for flashy soul skills, no need for any so-called teamwork. Pure strength alone can crush every last one of those so-called geniuses!"
He paused, a tempting note creeping into his voice. "Are you still going to cling to that so-called 'hard work' of yours? Too slow, too weak! Let me keep fighting for you. I'll win this battle for you, win you everyone's worship and fear. Isn't that exactly what you want?"
Tang Wulin's consciousness stood on the surface of the golden sea, his expression calm. He watched the arrogant ancient overlord before him without wavering in the slightest. Slowly, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
"I refuse."
Tang Wulin's voice was firm and powerful, piercing the barriers of the Sea of Consciousness.
"Why?" A trace of confusion and anger entered the