Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Arrogant!" Long Aotian roared, his body radiating light as his martial soul and soul rings appeared simultaneously. Five soul rings slowly rose from his feet, their yellow, purple, purple, black, and black configuration causing even the well-informed Huo Yuhao to shrink his pupils slightly.

Long Aotian's aura surged, transforming him into a black shadow as he lunged straight at Jin Tianming.

"First Soul Skill, Demonic Ape Transformation!"

As Long Aotian shouted, a strange change suddenly occurred in him.

His bones cracked and popped, his muscles bulged rapidly as if inflated, his already tall body became even more muscular, and a layer of dark gold patterns appeared on his skin. He seemed to have transformed into a prehistoric giant ape, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

Facing the aggressive and rapidly increasing Long Aotian, Jin Tianming remained calm, neither dodging nor avoiding. He slowly clenched his fist, and his seemingly ordinary fist, without any energy enhancement, collided with Long Aotian's fist, which was imbued with terrifying soul power, in an instant.

"boom"

A violent explosion rang out, and the shockwave swept around like a hurricane. The snow beneath their feet was instantly blasted into a flurry of flying snowflakes. Had Du Busi not activated his barrier in time, Huo Yuhao and the other Body Sect disciples would likely have been injured by the flying snow particles.

"It should be a soul skill that enhances physical abilities, with a significant increase in strength and speed." Jin Tianming analyzed in a low voice with a solemn expression, but without pausing, at the moment the fists collided, his other fist slammed towards Long Aotian's head like lightning.

The sound of air being torn apart was sharp and piercing. If Long Aotian hadn't reacted extremely quickly and dodged to the side, this punch would have been enough to blast a bloody hole in his head.

"Is this guy a monster?" Long Aotian dodged the attack in a sorry state, staring in shock at Jin Tianming, who hadn't even released his martial soul or soul rings. His first soul skill, which he had used with all his might, was blocked so easily by the other party, which was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Monster?" Jin Tianming's lips curled into a disdainful smile, his eyes filled with arrogance. "The test is over? Ready to show some real skills?"

Long Aotian then realized that his attack was nothing but child's play in the eyes of his opponent, who had already seen through his test and regarded him as an arrogant and ignorant ordinary genius.

“Indeed, I shouldn’t have underestimated you anymore.” Long Aotian nodded solemnly in agreement. Before he finished speaking, his second spirit ring suddenly lit up, bursting with dazzling light, “Second Spirit Skill, Golden God’s Wrath!”

In an instant, his right arm twisted and deformed like molten metal, transforming into a dark gold longsword. His left arm also changed, transforming into a dark gold hammer. The blade and hammer flashed, creating a terrifying aura.

Immediately afterward, Long Aotian shouted, "Third Soul Skill, Dark Gold Power!"

As his shout subsided, his third spirit ring shone brightly, a layer of dark golden luster, like flowing liquid metal, quickly covering his skin, adding to his cold and majestic appearance.

"Defense and attack at the same time?" Jin Tianming remained calm, showing no fear on his face. He simply clenched his fists slowly. For the past two and a half years, he had focused on honing his physical strength, firmly believing that no one could match his physical power. This was his source of pride.

Seeing that the young man in front of him neither released his martial soul nor used his soul skills, Long Aotian felt a surge of anger at being slighted. As the number one young person of the Body Sect and the chief successor of the sect master, when had he ever been slighted like this?

Enraged, Long Aotian launched the first attack, his dark golden longsword and hammer carrying a fierce momentum as they hurtled towards Jin Tianming!

In the distance, Du Busi witnessed this scene and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. He knew that although Ao Tian was exceptionally talented, he was still young and impetuous, and couldn't suppress his anger after being slighted.

It seems we'll have to focus on developing this child's mental fortitude in the future.

Looking at Jin Tianming again, he truly lived up to his reputation as a genius nurtured by a reclusive family; his strength was nothing short of monstrous.

Even the renowned Shrek Academy probably wouldn't dare claim to be the best at cultivating geniuses in front of this family.

With a loud "bang," Jin Tianming's fist collided violently with Long Aotian's dark gold hammer.

With a single punch, Jin Tianming shattered Long Aotian's hammer back to its original form, leaving the disciples of the Body Sect dumbfounded. They never expected such an outcome. "How is this possible?" Long Aotian was filled with shock and confusion.

As the person involved, Long Aotian couldn't understand why the physical strength of the boy in front of him was even more terrifying than his own martial soul.
Just as Long Aotian was about to regain his footing, Jin Tianming appeared in front of him like a ghost and threw another punch. Long Aotian hurriedly blocked with both hands, but the huge impact still sent him flying several meters before he stopped.

"This guy is a monster!" a disciple of the Body Sect exclaimed in shock. He had never seen his usually domineering senior brother, Long Aotian, so passive.

“I think so too. Look, Long Aotian’s hands are all red.” Another sharp-eyed disciple looked horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, besides shock, Long Aotian's eyes were also burning with fierce fighting spirit. He had not encountered such an opponent for too long.

"You could block my first three soul skills, so what about my fourth?" As soon as Long Aotian finished speaking, a ten-thousand-year soul ring slowly lit up. "Fourth Soul Skill, Mad God Slash!"

A strange change suddenly occurred.

Long Aotian's body stretched like a noodle by an invisible giant hand, his bones cracking like popping beans. He instantly grew to four meters tall, his arms outstretched, his muscles surging like lava, and his skin gleaming with a dark golden metallic sheen.

The shape change was like liquid metal stretching wildly in high temperature. Long Aotian's body twisted and reshaped continuously, and in an instant, his height had exceeded five meters.

The arms that were originally clasped together have merged into a giant axe that blots out the sky, the blade gleaming with a chilling light.

Its massive, dark gold body leaned back, gathering its strength, and like a meteor poised to launch, it hurtled towards Jin Tianming.

Jin Tianming's pupils contracted slightly, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that his opponent had not yet mastered the battle technique of the unity of heaven and man. "In that case, then taste my battle technique!"

Golden dragon scales covered his fists like armor, and the gold element within his body gathered wildly, resonating violently with his spiritual power. "Radiant Golden Dragon's Fury!"

"Combat techniques?" Du Busi, who was watching the battle, rubbed his eyes. The fighting posture of Jin Tianming in front of him gradually overlapped with that annoying figure in his memory.

The deafening roar distorted the air itself. The moment the giant axe collided with the dragon's fist, a blinding golden light burst forth. The "Mad God Slash," which should have had the upper hand, crumbled inch by inch under the domineering power of the "Radiant Golden Dragon's Fury."

Long Aotian was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, but his figure returned to normal in mid-air.

Poison Immortal hurriedly caught the unconscious disciple, his heart filled with shock. Although he had expected Ao Tian to lose, he did not expect that the opponent would not even have time to use his trump card and fifth soul skill.

He looked at Jin Tianming with a probing gaze: "Little guy, your combat skills, are they a fusion of that old geezer Shrek's 'Reign Over the World' ultimate technique?"

Jin Tianming nodded readily: "Exactly."

"Hahahaha!" Poison Undying suddenly burst into laughter, completely disregarding his disciple's embarrassing defeat. "If that old bastard Mu En knew that his life's work had not been carried forward by his personal disciple, but instead had fallen into the hands of outsiders, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would come back to life!"

He sneered, his eyes full of mockery. The two disciples that Mu En took in probably only learned the basics of "Ruling the World". I wonder if the old man's taste in disciples is good or bad!

Moon:.
I'd also like to ask myself what my perspective was like before.

(End of this chapter)