Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 573 Warning
The top floor of the Dragon Pavilion has an extremely spacious area, with a towering dome and wide ground that can accommodate several dragons spreading their wings at the same time. Mu Xing leans against the massive body of the black dragon, whose outstretched wings occupy almost half of the space, yet it does not feel crowded at all.

The Golden Dragon Spear hovered before her, emitting a faint golden halo. The ground was covered with intricate array patterns, these glowing lines moving across the ground like living things, continuously guiding and converging the surrounding life energy into the main building. The array covered such a vast area that it almost occupied the entire top-floor platform.

Ever since the God of Destruction sealed some of the abyssal energy within the Golden Dragon Spear, Mu Xing had felt a faint, persistent gaze. That gaze followed her like a shadow, lingering even after she sheathed the Golden Dragon Spear. She knew it belonged to the ruler of the Douluo Continent, the being who had almost been replaced by Tang Hao, who was now coveting the energy sealed within the Golden Dragon Spear.

"Stop staring at me!" Mu Xing gripped the Golden Dragon Spear. The energy contained within the spear was enough to advance the entire Douluo Plane to a higher level, but she showed no intention of benefiting the Douluo Plane, which made the Plane Master somewhat uneasy.

A profound thought suddenly entered Mu Xing's mind. The voice was as obscure and difficult to understand as ancient dragon language, yet it echoed clearly in her heart. The voice of the plane lord carried an undisguised longing. The abyssal energy sealed within the golden dragon spear was the key to enabling the Douluo plane to evolve once again.

With this energy...

The voice echoed deep within her consciousness.

The shackles of this world will be broken. Human powerhouses will no longer be limited to the Limit Douluo level, and becoming a god at level 100 will no longer be the privilege of a few chosen ones...

Mu Xing toyed with the Golden Dragon Spear, his fingertips gently stroking the shaft. The entire top-floor space resonated with the urgent thoughts of the Plane Lord, even causing ripples in the air.

"What an enticing offer," Mu Xing murmured to herself, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. She understood, of course, what this energy meant; the Golden Dragon Spear trembled slightly in her hand, as if responding to the desires of the plane's lord.

Mu Xing tapped his fingers lightly on the Golden Dragon Spear, letting out a cold laugh: "But I am a dragon. You've covered the benefits for humans, but what about for soul beasts?"

The black dragon let out a deep roar behind her, seemingly echoing her question.

"Then let me ask you," Mu Xing's voice suddenly turned cold, "Can this energy allow more soul beasts to reach a cultivation level of 100,000 years? Can it postpone the tribulation of ferocious beasts?"

A silent ripple spread through the air, the answer was self-evident.

"Then what are you babbling about? I don't understand!" The Golden Dragon Spear vanished in Mu Xing's hand like a streak of light. "Why should I help you? Just so humans can get stronger and stronger, making it easier for them to hunt soul beasts? Wouldn't my Soul Spirit Sphere promotion plan have been for nothing?"

The plane's ruler's will grew agitated, causing a shift in the air pressure throughout the top-level space. But Mu Xing remained unmoved, gently stroking the black dragon's scales: "Don't waste your energy. Unless you can offer a solution favorable to me, it's better to keep this energy sealed." "Besides, I've already solved the problem of Tang Hao for you," Mu Xing casually snapped his fingers, and a pale soul flame appeared, enveloping Tang Hao's twisted and tormented remnant soul. "How dare you ask me for more?"

The plane's ruler sensed the one who had tried to possess him and immediately emitted a wave that caused the surrounding space to distort.

"You wretch! How dare you treat the Father of Gods like this!" Tang Hao's soul screamed and struggled in the flames that burned it. "When the mistress arrives, I will make you wish you were dead! I will skin you alive, tear out your tendons, and shatter every single bone in your body!"

Mu Xing watched this scene with great interest, her fingertips lightly manipulating the flames. This technique was indeed the essence she had learned from Electrolux, just like how the Necromancer Saint tortured his enemies until their souls were scattered. Suddenly, Di Tian behind her leaned down and spewed a corrosive dragon breath onto Tang Hao's soul. The dark mist swirled around Tang Hao's soul, causing him to let out an even more shrill scream.

“Too much heat won’t do,” Mu Xing said with pleasure as she watched Tang Hao’s soul twist and deform in the pale flames. “You know, the most important thing in life is the right balance.” She said this, but ignored the corrosive dragon breath that Di Tian spewed out again.

The fluctuations emanating from the plane lord suddenly became subtle, carrying both the satisfaction of revenge and fear of the dragon race.

"You still expect your eldest son to come and rescue you? You've been burned for years, and even his mother was squeezed into juice to water trees, yet your precious son hasn't done anything. Is it because he doesn't want to?"

Tang Hao's soul struggled and roared in the flames, "Shut up! My son is the head of the God Kings. He is not only the God of the Sea, but also the God of Asura. He will definitely..." The roar stopped abruptly because he saw Mu Xing draw the blood-red giant sword from the void. Blood light and firelight intertwined, and the blade of the Asura sword reflected his distorted face.

"Impossible!" Tang Hao's soul trembled violently amidst the blazing flames. "How could you possibly obtain the mistress's super artifact? You think you're worthy of touching something belonging to a god-king? It must be the God of Destruction, your despicable father, pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

"This is all thanks to your good granddaughter. If she hadn't personally drawn her sword and fought Tang San, how would I have had the chance to take advantage of this?" She was very good at attacking people's hearts.

"Xiao Qi? How could she disobey Xiao San? You witch, don't lie to me!" Tang Hao couldn't believe it. His son had always been filial to him and never disobeyed him. In his opinion, his granddaughter shouldn't disobey Tang San either, because no parent is ever wrong. How could a father be wrong? Even if he was wrong, he shouldn't draw his sword against his father!

"I'm too lazy to reason with you." You can never wake up someone who is deceiving themselves.

Mu Xing felt nothing but annoyance; Tang Hao's foul language had already caused the black dragon behind her to bristle its scales. With a casual wave of her hand, she tossed the screaming Tang Hao's soul into the undead demiplane, where the white flames continued to scorch every inch of his soul. She was always adept at controlling the heat, and she was confident that after a thousand years of simmering, he would be reduced to ashes, never to be reborn, or perhaps even longer—maybe even burning for tens of thousands of years?