Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

The strongest Soul King of ten thousand years stopped moving, looked around but did not see the owner of the voice. Just as he was about to make another move, that feeling of trepidation came again, as if warning him: move rashly or die.

"Why are you stopping me, Your Excellency?" The strongest Soul King of ten thousand years asked, full of confusion.

"Their script hasn't reached its ending yet. If you take it upon yourself to decide, I can give you an ending first!" Mo Yan didn't want to waste words with this guy and directly stated the core issue: Bei Bei and Tang Ya absolutely cannot die at this time.

The strongest Soul King of all time fell silent, and finally nodded slowly.

He realized that the owner of the voice and the two adults must have come from the same family.

This family is truly terrifying; they've laid out such a grand scheme, and even they themselves are just pawns in it.

His previous unauthorized actions were merely an attempt to please those two officials.

But now that someone has come to stop him, continuing won't bring any benefit, so he finally chose to give up, took the dragon pill and turned to leave.

In the distance, Mo Yan watched the departing figure of the strongest Soul King of ten thousand years, then turned his gaze to Bei Bei.

At this moment, Bei Bei had already rushed to the sack and tore it open with his Thunder Dragon Claw. When he saw Tang Ya unconscious inside, he was so excited that he burst into tears.

He embraced Xiaoya tenderly, showing no sadness at losing the Dragon Pill, only excitement and joy at having it back.

Looking at this scene of reunion, Mo Yan couldn't help but complain, "Tang San's Dragon Binding Rope is really powerful. It bound Bei Bei tightly. Such a good talent has been wasted like this."

She didn't linger on the two men, her gaze returning to Long Yaoyan and Long Xiaoyao, secretly hoping that the old man Long Xiaoyao hadn't been beaten to death.

Long Xiaoyao had completely lost the will to fight—he simply couldn't win.

Whether it's their own maximum cultivation level, martial spirit, or dark elements, they are powerless against their opponent.

"Aren't you going to resist anymore?" Long Yaoyan looked at Long Xiaoyao, who seemed to be stunned by fear, and couldn't help but ask, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

She had thought that the Limit Douluo, whom Acheng had rated as the most powerful, only had this much strength?
"If this is all the skill you have, then death is probably your inevitable end!" Long Yaoyan played with the flame in his hand, having lost his patience and preparing to quickly finish off the guy in front of him.

"Why!"

"Ok?"

"Hoo—" Long Xiaoyao took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, "I clearly worked so hard to cultivate, relying entirely on myself to reach the Limit Douluo level step by step, so why is there such a big gap between me and a Limit Douluo like you!"

He worked harder than anyone else, without any resources to support him, without the help of a dragon pill like Mu En, and without the help of the Holy Sun Moon that Ye Xishui received. He cultivated to the Limit Douluo level solely through his own strength, yet he was so easily defeated when facing the person in front of him.

Why was that? He couldn't understand!
Are geniuses from divine families destined to be stronger than ordinary geniuses like them?
"You are indeed very outstanding. You have cultivated a dual soul core of the same position resonance without relying on external forces. You are already an outstanding person among your peers."

Long Yaoyan did acknowledge Long Xiaoyao's talent, but wasn't her identity as the Fire Dragon King also a true genius?

Why should your achievements from over a decade of cultivation be comparable to her accumulation over millions of years or even longer?

"But what makes you think that you can surpass the long-standing heritage of a family, or the extreme emphasis on geniuses, just by cultivating on your own? What makes you think you can?" "Just because of your own efforts?"

"Ridiculous! Sometimes hard work is indeed useful, but hard work without the support of strength is often no match for a single resource allocation. For example, that Dragon God Douluo broke through to the Limit Douluo level just by obtaining a Dragon Pill."

Therefore, this world is inherently cruel.

“You don’t have to blame anyone.” Long Yaoyan casually manipulated the space, and the surrounding flames instantly seemed to find the conductor’s notes, gathering in her hand again, and then condensing into a fiery red lotus.

This is a move that Acheng taught her, called "Buddha's Wrathful Lotus".

The fire lotus looked ordinary, like a lamp lit by flames, quietly floating in her palm.

But in Long Xiaoyao's eyes, this fire lotus contained the power to destroy the world—as long as the woman in front of him threw it out, the flames would explode instantly and devour everything.

This woman can no longer be measured by the term "Limit Douluo"; she is an ultimate war weapon! The power of that fire lotus is definitely close to that of a level nine soul tool, and may even be higher.

She could conjure it up effortlessly without showing any signs of fatigue, something Long Xiaoyao simply couldn't do.

This disparity left him utterly powerless to reverse the situation, unable to find even a single way to break through it!

"Take one of my Buddha's Wrath Lotus attacks. If you survive, I'll let you go. If you don't, then it means your life was meant to stay here. If you have anyone to blame, blame yourself for taking that little brat Mo Yan's things." Long Yaoyan didn't immediately throw out the Buddha's Wrath Lotus. In fact, she was secretly compressing her power. She was afraid that she might accidentally kill the guy in front of her, and then she would have a hard time explaining herself.

Of course, it wasn't to explain to that guy Hei, but to his own sister and Ah Cheng.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao's heart was filled with helplessness and sorrow.

He regretted his actions deeply—he should never have let Xuanzi leave! Even though Xuanzi was gone, that guy's bad luck continued to affect him.

He should have brought that old Taotie with him back then. Maybe it would have worked out in the end. Even if he had used the old Taotie as a shield, it would have been better than facing it alone now!
Seeing that Long Xiaoyao remained silent, Long Yaoyan stopped talking and gently blew on the fire lotus in his palm, which floated up like a dandelion and flew towards Long Xiaoyao.

This fire lotus appeared harmless, but in Long Xiaoyao's mental perception, it contained power comparable to a level nine soul tool bomb.

If he were to fight back, he would surely be seriously injured or even die; as for escaping, there would be no way to escape.

In the end, Long Xiaoyao still gave it his all—his martial spirit was released instantly, and nine spirit rings lit up in succession: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red.

He unleashed his Martial Soul True Body, Eighth Soul Skill, Ninth Soul Skill, and all the power he could muster to the extreme, all in an effort to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation!
He can't die here!
Looking at Long Xiaoyao's desperate resistance ahead, Long Yaoyan felt a surge of admiration for this human.

Although it was a desperate struggle, at least this guy used all his strength.

As for whether he can survive, that depends on whether God will give him the chance.

...(End of chapter)