Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

A miniature world of ice and fire.
Inside Tianmu's room, he sat to the side, watching Jin Tianming slowly wake up from the bed with amusement, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "I never expected you would be the first to 'fall'."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up briskly, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Jin Tianming.

Jin Tianming took the water glass, took a sip, and frowned slightly, saying, "I didn't expect that clone to be so ruthless, completely draining Ye Xishui's luck, leaving not even a trace of the light attribute luck inherent in the Light Phoenix bloodline."

That clone was incredibly fast and ruthless, leaving Ye Xishui with absolutely no chance!

"Not even a trace of luck left? Not even the black luck of Xuanzi's level?" Upon hearing this, Tian Mucheng's eyes flashed with surprise. "It seems that the authority of that clone is indeed somewhat extreme."

However, he quickly came to terms with it.

What's wrong with being a bit extreme in splitting your own body if it's in your own best interest?

“That’s right.” Jin Tianming put down his water glass, his expression solemn. “That clone is named Sheng Yangyue. His style of doing things is extremely extreme. If I have the chance, I really want to meet him.”

The thought of being the first to "die" filled Jin Tianming with resentment.

Proud as he was, he became the first to fall. Although he was later resurrected by his original body, this was undoubtedly a significant "stain." When the meeting was held, Mo Yan would definitely take the opportunity to mock him.

Tian Mucheng saw through Jin Tianming's thoughts, a smile playing on his lips, and mercilessly exposed him: "I always felt that there was more to your 'death' than met the eye. With your personality, though arrogant, you are by no means reckless. I am really curious, what exactly were you planning at the time?"

In his view, Jin Tianming's clone definitely had a way to escape, but chose "death," which was truly puzzling.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Jin Tianming admitted frankly, "I did do it on purpose."

I want to experience the feeling of death firsthand in preparation for absorbing my fifth spirit ring, which will last for 100,000 years.

Unexpectedly, this experience has actually elevated my very being.

As he spoke, Jin Tianming's body shone with golden light, and a layer of fine golden scales gradually covered his skin. A powerful dragon's might spread out, and the power of ultimate gold surged, instantly distorting and interfering with the metal elements in the surrounding room.

Fortunately, the main body of the Sky Curtain was not affected.

"I am stronger than you can imagine now. I could easily handle ten Mo Yan!" Jin Tianming said confidently, then slowly suppressed his soul power fluctuations, and the golden dragon scales disappeared.

Tian Mucheng shook his head helplessly, quite troubled by the "enemies"-like clones of Jin Tianming and Mo Yan.

However, he quickly regained his seriousness: "Get ready, we're going to the Star Dou Great Forest tomorrow to catch that giant tortoise!"

"Okay," Jin Tianming was about to circulate his internal energy to stabilize the surging power within his body when the communicator on the table suddenly vibrated.

The moment the screen lit up, the words "Mo Yan" made his brow twitch, and he couldn't help but chuckle: "Speak of the devil, and he appears."

The moment the call connected, a burst of arrogant laughter erupted from the communicator: "Hahahaha. Jin Tianming, you're no good either! How come you were the first one to 'die'?"

Mo Yan's taunts, like thorny vines, wound their way into every corner of the room along with the electric current.

Jin Tianming's knuckles turned white as he gripped the communicator. Although he had deliberately caused this "death," he still felt embarrassed by being teased by Mo Yan, that lazy dog.

He patiently waited for the laughter to subside before coldly asking, "Have you laughed enough?"

"Enough laughing!" A rustling sound came from the other side, as if someone had sat up. "Ye Xishui truly lives up to her reputation as a 'fighter jet among crazy women,' she doesn't consider the consequences at all when she strikes!"

Jin Tianming leaned against the windowsill, watching the lights of the Ice and Fire World flicker in the night: "She has no luck at all, it's only a matter of time before she loses control." "Moreover," he paused, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the communicator, "I deliberately left a flaw to let her succeed."

"Really?" Mo Yan's voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of mischief. "I think you're just making excuses because you're not as skilled as others."

"Believe it or not." Jin Tianming was too lazy to argue, and instead asked, "You contacted me all of a sudden just to mock me, didn't you?"

The sound of fabric rustling came from the other end of the phone. Mo Yan seemed to have walked to the window. The evening breeze from Shrek Academy carried her nonchalant voice: "We finally got a 'little white devil,' shouldn't we give her something to do? If we can get rid of Mu En while we're at it."

Before she finished speaking, Jin Tianming had already guessed her plan.

"You want to play with fire again?" He frowned, but still spoke up, even offering his own advice: "Ye Xishui has no luck at all, which is somewhat similar to Acheng."

However, as a native of Douluo Continent, she could only go completely insane at most.

In my opinion, Xuanzi might be a better choice.

"Stop!" Mo Yan wailed dramatically. "You want me to provoke Xuan Zi? That's not a suggestion, that's clearly sending me to my death!"

She chuckled coldly, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "As expected of the first 'hero' to be eliminated, even her advice is so 'brilliant'!"

Jin Tianming:
He increasingly felt that he was about to stand on the same side as Wen Yu.

I don't know why, but every time I hear Mo Yan cursing at me, I feel an unusually strong sense of displeasure.

Indeed, human prejudice is like an unshakeable mountain; even a mere clone cannot escape its influence.

Mo Yan stared at the call screen where Jin Tianming had hung up, rubbing the communicator and muttering to himself, "Has this guy lost his temper? It's just that he was the first to die, why is he reacting so strongly?"

Dugu Luo, who was sitting to the side, opened his mouth and almost blurted out: "Lord Mo Yan, you may not care if you die first, but Lord Jin Tianming is proud and arrogant, how can he swallow this insult!"
Mo Yan casually stuffed the communicator into his pocket and stopped thinking about it.

She leaned against the window, the moonlight bathing her like water, her languid eyes gazing into the void, lost in thought.

At this moment, a bold and ruthless thought swirled in her mind: should she use underhanded tactics against Xuanzi, perhaps she could anger Mu En to death?

“Alo”.

"What's wrong, Lord Mo Yan?"

"Tell me, would a person rather be driven to death by their own direct bloodline, or by their own junior disciple?"

Dugu Luo looked bewildered, and the corners of her mouth twitched unnaturally a few times.

She really couldn't understand what kind of strange mentality Lord Mo Yan had to ask such a nonsensical question.

A Luo looked confused, but Mo Yan said directly, "It's for Mu En."

"I think it's safer to use all of them, Lord Mo Yan."

Mo Yan: "."

(End of this chapter)