Douluo: Dragon King's Star Devouring Wings

Chapter 672 Rainy night, viaduct, Maybach
Tang Wulin didn't know how he left the Spirit Pagoda or how he got into the car and started his journey home.

He knew that he hadn't cried no matter how hard or tiring things had been before, but now he wanted to cry.

As if reflecting Tang Wulin's mood, a torrential downpour began when he left the Spirit Pagoda.

Neither Tang Wulin nor Tang Ziran had brought an umbrella, so they got soaked to the bone on their way to the parking spot.

On the Heba Mai train, Tang Wulin sat in the back row, looking at the soul spirit in his hand, and then at his hands covered in calluses from blacksmithing. Tears finally welled up and streamed down his face.

When he awakened his martial soul at the Spirit Pagoda and learned that his martial soul was the useless Blue Silver Grass and that his innate soul power was only level three, he did not cry.

When Lin Hai told him that because his parents were not natives of Douluo Continent, they could not enjoy the free hundred-year soul spirit, he did not cry.

He didn't cry when Tang Ziran told him that his family was poor and couldn't afford to buy him a spirit, and that he would have to earn the money himself.

He wielded the hammer a thousand times in Mangtian's studio, until he was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift his hand to eat, but he didn't cry.

Because he saw hope, and with hope, there was a possibility of success.

For three years, he toiled away at the forging table every day. While his classmates played at home, he dealt with pieces of metal and spent more time meditating than others.

No matter how hard or tiring it was, he never cried. He faced everything with a smile every day and told his parents that everything was easy.

Now, he cried.

Three years have passed. I've finally saved enough money and cultivated my soul power to level ten. I'm about to succeed.

Thirty thousand yuan, thirty thousand yuan condensed from countless drops of sweat, vanished in an instant into the weak soul spirit before him, devoid of even a trace of soul beast genes. All his efforts had been reduced to nothing.

His resilience, his strength, his persistence seemed to have shattered at this moment, turning into tears that flowed down in large drops.

Tang Ziran, who was driving, also felt heavy-hearted. He had witnessed Tang Wulin's efforts over the past three years and knew that Tang Wulin was now much stronger than he had been back then.

But he was powerless to do anything about it.

Tang Wulin's home is actually not close to the Spirit Pagoda; it requires crossing an overpass to get there.

Today, however, Heba took significantly longer to cross the viaduct, but neither father nor son noticed because they were both preoccupied with their own thoughts.

"Wait a minute, why is the overpass so long today? Even though it's raining and the car is moving slowly, it shouldn't be taking this long to get home."

Upon hearing Tang Ziran's words, Tang Wulin also realized something was wrong. He looked out the car window and exclaimed, "Dad, there are no other vehicles on the road!"

"Oh no!" Tang Ziran was instantly shocked. It wasn't even late yet; it was rush hour, and there was no way they were the only car on the overpass.

As if in response to Tang Ziran, a gray light blade suddenly appeared in front of Heba Mai!
Tang Ziran was shocked to see this, but when she thought of Tang Wulin still in the car, she forced herself to calm down and slammed on the brakes.

But it was all in vain; the gray light blade cleaved Hebamay in two in an instant!

After Herbaimai was split in two, Tang Ziran quickly pulled Tang Wulin out of the wreckage and looked ahead in horror.

"Dad, what is that..." Tang Wulin's voice was filled with fear. No matter how strong he had been before, he was still just a nine-year-old child!
Tang Ziran looked in the direction where the gray light blade appeared, but the moment she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, her heart felt as if it had been gripped by an icy hand!
It was a huge, phosphorescent-blue bone, with ribs spread out like a broken fence and vertebrae clearly visible.

The skull at the top was hollow, facing Tang Ziran and his son Tang Wulin. There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, but it looked like two eerie green flames flickering in the rain.

It's a dragon! A dragon that's just a skeleton!

It slowly emerged from the darkness, its bony claws clicking on the wet concrete pavement poles with a sharp, jarring sound that mingled with the rain and sent chills down one's spine.

Tang Wulin hid behind Tang Ziran, every hair on his body standing on end. Even though the cold rain soaked his clothes, it was nothing compared to the fear in his heart.

Tang Ziran's heart sank even further. Although he was not a Soul Master, he could tell that the bone dragon in front of him was definitely not an ordinary creature.

Just then, the bone dragon lowered its neck slightly, and Tang Wulin could see clearly that there was actually a person sitting on its broad spine.

It was a woman, dressed in a sharply tailored black gown. The fabric gleamed with a muted sheen in the rain, and the collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate patterns, though they were not clearly visible.

Her hair was long, a captivating pale green, tied back with a jet-black hairpin, a few strands of wet hair clinging to her pale cheeks.

However, because a black mask was covering her face, Tang Wulin was unable to see her expression clearly.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing over the rain to land on Tang Wulin. His golden eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like obsidian tempered with ice, cold and devoid of any warmth.

Even though they were separated by rain and a distance, Tang Wulin felt as if that gaze was piercing his body like needles, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

Fear surged up from the soles of his feet like a tide, making Tang Wulin's throat tight and even making it difficult to breathe.

"You! Who are you!" Tang Ziran shouted at the woman riding on the bone dragon, protecting Tang Wulin.

"The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Mortis," Mortis said calmly.

Although in the war that destroyed the Star Luo Empire, Qian Gu Huang Yu killed his other fake identity, Mortis, in front of everyone.

But if Harosa has the ability to rise from the dead, who says that Mortis, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, can't?
Therefore, after some time, Qian Gu Huang Yu reappeared as Mortis, confirming that she also had the ability to resurrect.

Although the entire Douluo Star is now in Qian Gu Huang Yu's hands, it's still good to have a fake identity that she can use at will.

Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly contracted, his large eyes instantly losing their color. "The legendary evil soul master... why is she here..."

With the major evil soul masters, represented by Hades Harosa, having been exonerated and returned to the right path, the Holy Spirit Cult has almost disappeared and has become an urban legend.

Therefore, in order to highlight the great achievements of Lord Qian Gu Huang Yu, the greatest contributor to the destruction of the Holy Spirit Cult, the textbooks of the Soul Master Academy specifically tell the stories of some well-known evil soul masters.

Tell the children of the new era what kind of demons His Majesty was fighting back then.

Looking at the enormous bone dragon that blotted out the sky in front of him, Tang Wulin felt only fear and dread.

It's not that he was cowardly, but any normal person would be afraid of this bone dragon if they saw it here.

In the current world of Soul Masters, the strongest Soul Master is universally acknowledged as His Majesty the Abandoned Heaven Douluo, Thousand Ancient Phoenix Feather. However, opinions vary widely on who is the second strongest in the world.

Some say it was the army's commander-in-chief, Angel Douluo Le Qianxue, who once single-handedly suppressed two quasi-god level powerhouses during the One Year War.

Some say it's the Dragon God Douluo Gu Yuena, because Qian Gu Huang Yu always keeps her by his side, so she must have some extraordinary abilities.

Of course, the most popular choice is still Mortis, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. During the Holy War between the two great empires, Angel Douluo Le Qianxue was unable to defeat Mortis and ultimately had to ask Qian Gu Huang Yu for help.

Moreover, she has one particularly troublesome characteristic: she is impossible to kill.

Or rather, he can be resurrected after death. Asking Tang Wulin, a lowly Soul Master who has just reached level ten and doesn't even have his first Soul Ring, to fight the second strongest Soul Master in the world is simply too much of a challenge.

Now, Tang Wulin felt nothing but coldness and fear.

"What...what are you doing here!" Tang Ziran shouted, trying to bolster her courage.

Tang Ziran was trembling all over. If he were alone, he would probably have fainted from fright.

But Tang Wulin is still here, so he has to pull himself together.

It's not shameful for a man to be afraid of evil spirit masters, but it's not shameful for a father.

“Him.” Mortis’s cold voice rang out.

Following Mortis's gaze, Tang Ziran's pupils suddenly contracted; Mortis's target was actually Tang Wulin!

"How...how could this be?" Tang Ziran's eyes instantly dimmed, and a sense of despair spread through her heart.

"Hand him over to me, and you can get lost," Mortis said calmly.

"this…"

Before Tang Ziran could finish speaking, Tang Wulin interrupted her, "I'll go with you, just let my father go!"

Tang Wulin didn't know why the legendary evil soul master had sought him out, but he knew that the two of them alone definitely couldn't escape from Mortis's clutches.

Therefore, he chose to sacrifice himself.

"Linlin, you can't! She's an evil spirit master!" Tang Ziran exclaimed in alarm.

Tang Wulin said, "Dad, I know we can't escape from her. It's...it's necessary..."

Despite suffering so many setbacks—a useless martial soul, innate soul power level three, and a flawed soul spirit—Tang Wulin did not complain or blame others when facing Mortis, who was like a natural disaster. Instead, he chose to sacrifice himself to protect Tang Ziran.

"It's because Daddy is useless...it's because Daddy is useless!" Tang Ziran hugged Tang Wulin, already sobbing uncontrollably.

Tang Ziran now deeply regrets leaving the Star Luo Continent because of the setback she suffered back then.

In that case, Tang Wulin would have a free hundred-year-old soul spirit, and they wouldn't have encountered the Holy Spirit Cult leader here.

“Interesting brat, then I grant your request.” A hint of amusement flashed in Mortis’s golden eyes.

Tang Wulin looked at Mortis sitting on that terrifying bone dragon, his emotions gradually changing from fear to determination, and finally walked towards Mortis.

Tang Ziran stayed right behind Tang Wulin, watching helplessly as her son walked step by step into the abyss of darkness in order to protect her…

...

On the overpass, torrential rain pelted the bridge surface like bullets, making a "drip-drip" sound.

Mortis remained seated on the bone dragon, while Tang Wulin was held by her side by her soul power.

Tang Wulin didn't know where Mortis wanted to take him, and knowing this, he didn't ask.

Suddenly, the bone dragon stopped moving, and Mortis's cold voice rang out, "Since you're here, why don't you come out and see your old friends?"

"Sigh—" A sigh suddenly rang out, as if it appeared directly in everyone's hearts.

"How many times do I have to kill you before you're willing to die?" A helpless sigh suddenly rang out.

In the next instant, many cracks suddenly appeared in the space around the bone dragon, and the bone dragon was unable to avoid them and was cut apart along with the space.

Seeing this, Mortis quickly grabbed Tang Wulin and leaped backward, leaving the bone dragon's back.

The moment Mortis led Tang Wulin away from the Bone Dragon, the space around the Bone Dragon shattered completely. The Bone Dragon didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was torn apart along with the Bone Dragon.

"You dare to arrest my people in my own country, Mortis, you have overstepped your bounds." A calm and pleasant voice suddenly rang out.

A woman with long golden hair stepped out from the shattered space.

Although it was only a small step, Mortis felt the whole world pressing down on him.

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up instantly. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he clearly heard her self-identification.

Currently, there is only one person qualified to call himself "朕" (the imperial "I") in the Douluo Empire!

Emperor of the Douluo Empire, and the current master of the Spirit Pagoda, the Abandoned Heaven Douluo, the Eternal Phoenix Feather!

Tang Wulin never expected that such a powerful figure would come to his rescue when he was in despair.

Moreover, he never expected that he would one day meet these two powerful Soul Masters who stood at the pinnacle of their time.

“What a busybody,” Mortis said coldly.

“How can you call it meddling? I heard my people crying out for help!” Qian Gu Huang Yu replied matter-of-factly.

"Little friend, you must be a Soul Master, right?" Qian Gu Huang Yu suddenly called out to Tang Wu Lin.

Upon realizing that the Thousand-Year Phoenix Feather was actually speaking to him, Tang Wulin quickly nodded, "Yes!"

Qian Gu Huang Yu laughed and said, "Don't be nervous. Just stay here and learn. This level of battle is very rare."

"You still have the mood to teach students when you're fighting me?" Mortis's tone instantly turned cold, and she suddenly waved her jade hand forward, a blood-red magic circle appearing in front of her.

The next instant, a huge bone dragon's head emerged from the magic array, unleashing a purple dragon breath towards the Thousand Ancient Phoenix Feather.

"Honestly, it's not like fighting you is a difficult thing," Qian Gu Huang Yu said nonchalantly.

In response, Qian Gu Huang Yu raised her jade finger and gently pointed forward, unleashing a golden lightning bolt that instantly shattered the bone dragon.

"How arrogant!" Mortis muttered under his breath, then pulled out a phantom scythe from the void and clashed with the Ancient Phoenix Feather.

Undead summoning, lightning exorcism, necromancy, the laws of time and space... one after another, earth-shattering moves were being performed on this small overpass.

Tang Wulin watched all this silently from the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with admiration. [Is this the power of the strongest Soul Master?]

(End of this chapter)