Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Just as the two had expected, the evil-eyed tyrant quickly found them.

However, at this moment, only Sheng Yangyue was standing there waiting.

Seeing that the human man before him no longer possessed the pure dark element, his aura seemed to have changed drastically, and he radiated a sun-like glow.

He held a red sword in his hand, the hilt engraved with dragon patterns and sun motifs, emanating an aura that the Evil Eye Tyrant found extremely repulsive.

The Evil Eye Tyrant roared at Saint Sun Moon, his powerful mental energy immediately covering the surroundings.

It wanted to use its mental pressure to put pressure on the human in front of it, while quickly searching for the other human's whereabouts—it had clearly sensed that the two were together just now.

Feeling the spiritual pressure from the Evil Eye Tyrant, Sheng Yangyue made no attempt to disguise himself this time.

Although there was still some pressure, it was completely unable to suppress him.

"You beast, have you ever experienced the feeling of being scorched by the sun?"

Sheng Yangyue gripped the Yang Sword tightly with both hands, and terrifying flames instantly enveloped the sword.

Immediately afterwards, he used spatial jump to instantly appear in front of the Evil Eye Tyrant and slashed down with his sword.

Seeing that the human before him was unaffected by the mental pressure, the Evil Eye Tyrant seemed to instantly understand something. He immediately flew into a rage, roared, and launched a mental attack while quickly retreating.

The sensation of being about to be burned made it extremely uneasy.

The flowers and plants where the Evil Eye Tyrant had just stood were instantly engulfed by the raging flames and turned to ashes.

Faced with the mental shock, Sheng Yangyue quickly closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them again, her red pupils transforming into dragon eyes.

The moment the Evil Eye Tyrant met those oppressive dragon eyes...

Its body froze instantly, as if dragged into the void by an inexplicable force.

There, it glimpsed a giant dragon looking down at it, its oppressive dragon eyes looking at it as if it were an ant.

Just then, Ye Xishui suddenly appeared behind the Evil Eye Tyrant, holding a strengthened level seven melee soul tool in her hand, and stabbed it into the back of the Evil Eye Tyrant's head.

Saint Yangyue's mission was to hold off the Evil Eye Tyrant, while Ye Xishui was responsible for launching a sneak attack.

If they succeed, they will no longer need to flee; if they fail, they will have no choice but to flee.

Ye Xishui was more nervous than anyone else at this moment, wondering if her modified level seven melee soul tool would be successful.

shuh...

The sharp muzzle successfully pierced the back of the Evil Eye Tyrant's head. Ye Xishui prepared to spin the spear to smash the Evil Eye Tyrant's head and kill it instantly.

As a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, how could the Evil Eye Tyrant be so easily trapped by the Holy Sun Moon?

The moment Ye Xishui pierced its brain, it instantly regained consciousness. The intense pain and survival instinct caused it to unleash its mental pressure and terrifying power as a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast in a frenzy.

It instantly forced the two of them back.

Ye Xishui couldn't withstand the pressure, and the spear in her hand slipped from her grasp. She was instantly thrown back dozens of meters by the oppressive force, only stopping when she crashed into a tree.

Sheng Yangyue was also knocked back. He used the Yang Sword to stab into the ground to stabilize himself. At this moment, he wondered whether he should run away.
The Evil Eye Tyrant had lost all interest in toying with its prey; its mental power erupted wildly, creating an even more terrifying and powerful pressure than before.

Ye Xishui, who wanted to stand up, clutched her head in pain and remained kneeling on one knee.

Her mental strength was indeed very powerful, but compared to a ten-thousand-year-old evil-eyed tyrant, it was like a small witch meeting a great wizard.

There was no way he could escape.

"Damn it, I should have just run away."

Ye Xishui felt a pang of regret. She shouldn't have kept her promise; she should have used the Holy Sun Moon to buy time and escape. How could two Soul Emperors possibly handle a Tyrant with an Evil Eye that was over 50,000 years old, especially one with superior mental attributes?

Sheng Yangyue felt the spiritual pressure, and he was indeed under some pressure at this moment.

However, he was much better than Ye Xishui—at least he could escape directly.

But seeing Ye Xishui kneeling on the ground in pain, being approached by the Evil Eye Tyrant, he did not move.

At this moment, the Evil-Eyed Tyrant, writhing in pain at the back of his head, had only one simple thought in his mind: 'First, kill this human woman who dared to attack the back of his head, then deal with the human man behind him.'

"Sigh~" Sheng Yangyue sighed softly.

Ye Xishui should be grateful that he inherited the greedy attribute of the original body, and he would never give up this half of the fortune!

The Soul Emperor's cultivation erupted instantly, and six soul rings—three purple and three black—emerged around him, instantly protecting Ye Xishui and shielding her behind him.

Immediately afterwards, terrifying solar power erupted from the Yang Sword, a sword strike that condensed all the solar power he had absorbed over the past year.

I originally planned to save them for the Soul Master Competition and use them on those two mudskippers, but now I have to waste them on a beast.

"Beast, turn to ashes under the sun's radiance!"

The terrifying fiery giant blade resembled the outstretched arm of a god awakening, as if it were about to cleave everything in its path in two.

The Evil Eye Tyrant stared at the intense heat before him, enough to melt him. His biological instincts screamed for him to run, but fear had already frozen his movements.

In the end, it was completely engulfed by the flames, leaving not even a trace of ash.

"Huff huff~" Sheng Yangyue stuck the sword into the ground and gasped for breath.

At this moment, his soul power was exhausted, and driving all the Yang power would also require the same amount of soul power. Such a move, which was enough to instantly kill a Soul Saint and seriously injure a Soul Douluo, was already at a reasonable price.

At this moment, Ye Xishui stared in shock at Sheng Yangyue's retreating figure. She never expected that this man would come to save her.

They clearly agreed that if they failed, they would each run away, so why did he...?

She clutched her throbbing head and went to Sheng Yangyue's side, transferring her soul power to him to ease his pain.

"Why did you save me?" Ye Xishui asked in confusion while transmitting the message.

If I were to die, it would be the man in front of me who would benefit the most, so why would he save me?
Moreover, his teacher would likely have seen that stab clearly, which was the worst possible outcome, yet he still did it...

"Your teacher is right here. If he doesn't save you, he might kill me."

Hearing Sheng Yangyue's explanation, Ye Xishui couldn't help but twitch her lips. Why does this guy always come up with such outrageous excuses?
"Thank you~"

"What?"

"I say thank you!"

"You're welcome."

"What kind of soul tool do you want in the future? I can make it for you." Ye Xishui completely acknowledged the man in front of her, and also acknowledged the words that the boy had said to her back then.

“Actually, I don’t think it’s necessary.” Sheng Yangyue’s mischievousness suddenly surfaced. He pointed to the broken melee soul tool, then took out the Void Blade that he had charged with his spatial elements from thin air. “How about mine?”

Upon seeing the Blade of the Void, Ye Xishui couldn't help but clench her fists and grit her teeth, saying, "Just wait, I'll definitely create a melee soul tool that's even more awesome than this one. Right now, I'm just temporarily avoiding its edge!"

"real or fake?"

"of course it's true!"

...(End of chapter)