Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

It was late at night, and Tang San was all alone in his dormitory. Today was arguably the unluckiest day of his life.

In the morning, he accidentally killed someone due to his uncontrolled killing intent; at noon, Tang Ya's confession unexpectedly pushed his senior brother Bei Bei, who could have been recruited to his side, into the opposing camp.

This was the situation he found hardest to accept.

If he wants to rebel against the Sea God Tang San, he not only needs great strength and reliable companions, but also, no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to fight against the entire God Realm alone.

When I returned to the dormitory in the afternoon, I thought I could finally rest, but I never expected that my roommate was actually a descendant of Dai Mubai.

He thought that as fellow disciples of the Tang Clan, they would get along well, but to his utter surprise, this guy named Dai Huabin directly ordered him to clean the dusty dormitory, or he would beat him up.

As a former sea god and Asura god, how could he tolerate such a thing? He immediately started fighting with Dai Huabin.

At first, Tang San was completely at a disadvantage when using Blue Silver Grass in battle, and was powerless to fight back against this three-ring Soul Master. It wasn't until he unleashed the Clear Sky Hammer that he finally had the strength to fight on equal terms with his opponent.

However, the Clear Sky Hammer, without any attached spirit rings, is still at a disadvantage against the powerful White Tiger Martial Soul, which has three spirit rings, and is unable to escape being suppressed.

But how could Tang San easily admit defeat? As a former God King, how could he be willing to lose to a junior! He immediately summoned his old partner, the "hidden weapon." In any era, hidden weapons are the key to victory.

This attack turned the tide of the battle, giving him the upper hand instantly and leaving Dai Huabin with no chance to defend himself.

Just as he was about to achieve a great victory, Dai Huabin suddenly erupted for some unknown reason and slapped himself hard across the face.

Instantly, half of his face swelled up, and he was still feeling a sharp pain.

Lying on the bed, Tang San recalled the scene just now, subconsciously touched his still aching cheek, and gritted his teeth as he cursed, "Dai Huabin! I will not be a gentleman if I do not avenge this! Even if you are a descendant of Dai Mubai, I will cripple you sooner or later!"

Tang San's last memory was seeing Dai Huabin collapse to the ground, and he himself fell into a coma before losing consciousness.

What happened after he fell into a coma remains unknown.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on his bed in the dormitory.

"Sure enough, this old man's identity is definitely extraordinary. I remember he later took Huo Yuhao as his disciple, and he seemed to have a dragon pill hidden on him." Tang San pondered to himself, his gaze fixed on Mu En, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

His throat bobbed slightly, and a strange anticipation welled up in his heart: "Now that Huo Yuhao is not at Shrek Academy, I wonder if this old man would be willing to take me as his disciple?"

Although he has shown exceptional talent, without the support of abundant resources and with his Blue Silver Emperor yet to awaken, his future achievements will ultimately be limited by his Blue Silver Grass martial soul alone.

"Yes! And the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire!" Tang San slapped his forehead, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

If he can go to that treasure land, his talent will surely achieve a qualitative leap.

But then he frowned again: "But I am too weak right now, and it would be too dangerous to go there rashly. I need to find a way to persuade a strong person to come with me."

Although Tang San, the Sea God, had poured all his memories into this clone, strangely, the key memories about the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had vanished, as if deliberately erased.

Or perhaps there was no need for that at all; the Sea God Tang San only hoped that this clone could properly collect the fortune of this era.

After Tang San had carefully planned out all the steps to achieve his goals, he sat up in bed and walked to the window.

The night outside was pitch black. He reached out and gently pushed open the window, then stood on the windowsill and used "Ghostly Shadow" to instantly disappear from the dormitory. When Tang San reappeared, he was already quietly standing in front of a window.

He gently pushed open the window, nimbly leaping inside, each step seemingly floating on clouds, making almost no sound.

"Purple Demonic Eyes!"

With a low shout, Tang San's eyes instantly glowed with a pale purple light.

He scanned his surroundings warily, and finally his gaze settled on Wang Dong, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Looking at Wang Dong's peaceful sleeping face, Tang San suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He hadn't seen this child, who looked so much like Xiao Wu, for far too long.

The little girl in his memory has now grown into a graceful young woman, her features bearing the shadows of him and Xiao Wu. This longing, bound by blood, almost bursts from his chest.

"Xiao Qi." Tang San couldn't hide his excitement and longing. He strode forward and reached out to touch Wang Dong's cheek. "Just bear with it a little longer. Once Dad defeats the people in this world who are impersonating me, I will definitely protect you, Mom, and your brother."

Just as Tang San was immersed in his memories, feeling both self-reproach and reminiscing about his spirited self as the God King,

Suddenly, a "click" sound rang out, instantly pulling him back to reality.

Tang San reacted quickly, immediately turning around and entering battle mode, his gaze fixed on the other bed.

At this moment, Hei had already woken up, holding a camera soul tool that Senior Jin Tianming had casually invented, and took a picture of the scene where Tang San was about to touch Wang Dong's cheek.

He looked at Tang San, who was now in battle mode, with a serious expression, and asked curiously, "Hey Tang San, what are you doing in my dorm in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Blackheart thought to himself, "I just encountered that Tang Buddha who was trying to fool me in my dream. I didn't expect to run into a little one now. I can't do anything to the big one for the time being, so it might be a good idea to cause trouble for this little guy and vent my anger!"

"What did you just do?" Tang San didn't answer Hei's question. His gaze was fixed on the strangely shaped soul tool in the other's hand, and his tone was questioning.

It was as if he were the victim.

"Preserve the evidence." Hei Jiang retracted the camera's soul guide and slowly stood up.

Thanks to his dragon-type martial soul talent, he was much taller than Tang San.

His dark eyes were as cold as frost as he stared directly at Tang San and asked, "Isn't it your turn to answer my question now, Tang San? What exactly do you want by barging into someone else's dormitory in the middle of the night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of white dragon scales began to appear on his dark skin. He was poised to attack, and three spirit rings slowly rose from his feet, as if he was ready to fight Tang San at any moment.

When Tang San saw the three purple spirit rings surrounding Hei Zhou, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In an instant, countless questions exploded in his mind: What exactly happened in this era?
Why did they all reach the Soul Master realm? And what's the deal with their Soul Ring configurations?

This completely overturned all of his teacher's theories.

(End of this chapter)