Douluo: Dragon King's Divine Elegy

Chapter 231 The Dragon Clan's Magic Blade Returns to Its Place, the Dragon God's Residual Will Offers Assistance

"President."

Inside the Heavenly Spirit Tower's main hall, Le Zhengyu excitedly stepped forward and shouted. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor immediately attracted the attention of many young women around him. However, as another tall and upright young man walked in, the already quiet hall instantly fell silent.

With a smile on his lips, Nan Liujing, who had just stepped into the gate of the Heavenly Spirit Tower, naturally looked at the burly man behind Le Zhengyu.

He stood at 2.1 meters tall and was extremely imposing. Even though he tried to restrain himself, he still couldn't suppress his wild aura. Judging from the way the staff of the Heavenly Spirit Tower and ordinary soul masters around him instinctively shrank their necks, he was definitely a ruthless character.

"Look how excited you are," Nan Liujing chuckled.

Le Zhengyu laughed and said, "How could I not be excited? With your help, President, my Holy Angel Martial Soul has already reached the four-wing level. My competitors of the same age in the clan are no match for me at all. As long as I don't perish along the way, I'll definitely take over the position of clan leader."

During his journey to the Star Luo Continent, the Star Luo army wiped out the remaining Green Skull organization. He hunted down many evil soul masters and also absorbed and purified their evil power, giving it a sacred baptism, improving the quality of his martial soul, and laying a solid foundation.

"Oh, by the way," Le Zhengyu introduced the burly middle-aged man beside him to Nan Liujing, "This is Sima Jinchi, also the number one fierce general of our Southern Army."

As they were talking, Nan Liujing and Sima Jinchi locked eyes.

Nan Liujing released a burst of qi and blood power without making a sound.

Just as Sima Jinchi was about to say something, his body suddenly trembled, and the world in his eyes seemed to change, transforming into a peculiar space on the verge of collapse. Directly in front of him, a pair of eyes stared at him, and the supreme majesty instantly crushed his back, causing him to kneel down on the spot.

In reality, rapid breathing came from Sima Jinchi's mouth. He was soaked in cold sweat, and his eyes looked at Nan Liujing with surprise.

Since awakening his martial soul, the Dragon Slayer Blade, he has never been intimidated by anyone's blood and qi power. Even a Limit Douluo powerhouse like Le Zheng'en could not make him bow down with his aura.

"you!?"

Nan Liujing asked a surprising question: "Want to know why you're stuck at level 89?"

Le Zhengyu and Sima Jinchi's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"President," Yue Zhengyu said instinctively.

Nan Liujing waved his hand to stop him: "There are too many people here, let's find a quiet place. Come with me."

"Let's go." Sima Jinchi's chest heaved with excitement.

Suppressing his surprise, Yue Zhengyu and the other person immediately followed Nan Liujing through the crowd towards a quiet martial arts arena.

After confirming the temporary closure of the martial arts arena, Nan Liujing stood on the huge arena and calmly said to Sima Jinchi, "If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

Sima Jinchi said decisively, "You know my secret, so do you also know how to remove the restrictions on me?"

Nan Liujing nodded and said, "That's right."

Sima Jinchi's eyes were sharp as he clasped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me!"

"I wouldn't presume to offer guidance." A burst of brilliant golden light flashed in Nan Liujing's hand, and then a long spear appeared, its body covered with a layer of dark dragon-shaped patterns that looked lifelike.

Sima Jinchi only needed to glance at it for his soul power to go out of control.

He roared, and his body emitted a dark red light. Immediately afterward, a dark red greatsword appeared in his right hand. On the blade, there were many strange patterns that looked like a real dragon being severed, and the mournful cries of the dragon could be faintly heard.

This is the Dragon Slayer Blade, a top-tier weapon spirit.

"Come, launch your attack on me," Nan Liujing said calmly, holding the Golden Dragon Spear.

Le Zhengyu decisively released his angel wings and retreated to a safe area.

Sima Jinchi narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness appearing within them.

He concealed his fierce aura, and suddenly, with a flash of his feet, he streaked towards Nan Liujing like a black light.

"cut!"

With a low shout, Sima Jinchi unleashed a slash without any fancy moves. His restrained aura exploded instantly, carrying an overwhelming and domineering force, along with a dark dragon-shaped blade light.

Nan Liujing thrust out his spear without any fancy moves, yet the tip of the spear was extremely hot, like a sun in full bloom.

The blade's edge collided with the spear tip, and the blazing light surged like a tide. The dark, dragon-shaped blade's edge was instantly riddled with holes, as if it had been melted and riddled with countless large holes. Its originally overwhelming and domineering aura became broken and tattered.

"Come again!"

Nan Liujing shook his spear, the tip spinning and golden light shooting out, which condensed into countless golden dragons, dyeing the entire training ground golden.

Stab again.

Dragons soared together, roaring fiercely, and swept towards Sima Jinchi in a breathtaking display.

Upon hearing the dragon's roar, Sima Jinchi felt as if his entire body was filled with lead, incredibly heavy, and he was filled with astonishment.

Since awakening his martial soul, he had almost completely suppressed all dragon-type soul masters, but now he was stunned by a dragon's roar.

But he was not afraid. Instead, he took a deep breath, his pupils turned pitch black, and invisible air currents surged from all directions. He swung the Dragon Slayer Blade wildly, and countless broken dragon patterns appeared in the air currents. One by one, the dragons that had been executed were reborn and rushed out with their sins atoning, as if to crush the enemy and wash away their sins.

However, as the evil dragons flew together, the golden dragons quickly coalesced, transforming into a giant golden dragon. Its sharp claws pressed down, as if to crush everything.

"boom--"

As the dragon claw landed, a terrifying surge of energy swept outwards. The monstrous dragon was like a small boat on a vast ocean, offering no resistance whatsoever, and vanished in an instant.

After the first strike, the Golden Dragon's offensive continued unabated. Nan Liujing lightly touched the ground with his toes and plunged into the Golden Dragon's body. His spear, like a cascading silver river, pierced straight at Sima Jinchi's brow.

Sima Jinchi's legs sank down, the floor cracked, and he gripped his knife with both hands, ready to retaliate.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and the Dragon Slayer Blade in his hand seemed to become somewhat out of control. The dark red light on the surface of the blade shattered like a mirror, and in its place, a golden light hidden deep within the blade leaped out.

The golden light collided with the tip of the Golden Dragon Spear held by Nan Liujing. At the point of impact, space began to distort, scattering countless tiny ripples. At the same time, the silhouette of a giant dragon, its body radiating nine-colored light, materialized in a fleeting moment.

Nan Liujing remained calm, but the Golden Dragon Spear trembled uncontrollably, as if it had encountered something that made it submit.

At the same moment, Sima Jinchi was horrified to find that his body began to melt, eventually turning into a beam of light that flowed into the golden Dragon Slayer Blade.

“All evil, all falsehood, and all disloyalty shall be beheaded.”

The nine-colored dragon shadow transformed in a blur into a middle-aged man in a nine-colored robe. With a casual grab, the golden version of the Dragon Slayer Blade fell into his hand.

A broad, jade-like hand brushed across the blade, and instantly the Dragon Slayer Blade shone brilliantly, transforming into a dazzling spectacle.

In that scene, ten thousand dragons submitted and respectfully worshipped the middle-aged man.

"I suppose this is the Dragon God's lingering regret."

Nan Liujing seemed lost in thought.

"You, a human, not only perfectly integrated the original bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, but also mixed in a portion of the original bloodline of the Silver Dragon King, which is quite unexpected."

Suddenly, the Dragon God looked at Nan Liujing with a meaningful gaze.

Nan Liujing clasped his hands and smiled, "It was just a chance encounter. As for the source of the Silver Dragon King's bloodline, she is my wife."

"Oh?" The Dragon God raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid of being punished by the divine realm for getting so close to our race?"

"The God Realm has long been swept away by the spatial-temporal turbulence, so naturally we have nothing to fear," Nan Liujing said calmly.

"Time and space..." The Dragon God was taken aback.

"To be able to subdue the Golden Dragon Spear and the Dragon Slayer Blade, you must be the legendary Dragon God." Nan Liujing thought of something, "I wonder if you know the places where the various Dragon Kings perished? I greatly need the help of the Dragon King's soul."

The Dragon God remained silent, staring intently at him.

Nan Liujing added, “For my wife. The Dragon God of yesteryear is unlikely to reappear, but the Silver Dragon King can become a God-King on his own, and even after I establish the God Realm, he will be no weaker than you at your peak.”

The Dragon God's gaze shifted, then he looked gently at the Dragon Slayer Blade. He then lightly flicked his finger across the blade: "Back then, they perished outside the God Realm and were not buried. They must have been drifting in the universe for many years, and I don't know where they flew off to. I left a sensory mark inside the Dragon Slayer Blade. If you get close, you might be able to find them."

"Catch it." With that, the remnant spirit of the Dragon God tossed out the Dragon-Slaying Blade.

Nan Liujing grabbed it with one hand, and the terrifying power made him secretly startled. If his physique had not already reached the highest level below the god level, he would have almost failed to hold it.

"it is good."

The Dragon God laughed loudly, and his body instantly shattered, turning into countless nine-colored streams of light that drifted into the sky above the martial arts arena.

When everything calmed down, Nan Liujing landed back on the ground, the Dragon Slayer Blade in his hand still retaining the sharpness of that weapon of judgment.

"President?"

Le Zhengyu, who was stunned in the distance, hurriedly flew over.

Nan Liujing imitated the Dragon God, gently stroking the blade with his palm before flicking it.

A crisp echo resounded, and a dense golden light burst forth, falling back to the ground. When the light dissipated, it was revealed to be Sima Jinchi.

But at that time, he seemed to be more than ten years younger. His bronze skin was shimmering with tiny golden light, and his eyes had changed from pitch black to golden dragon-like vertical pupils. His body was surrounded by an amazing aura of soul power. Four purple, four black, and one gold soul rings quietly rose up, especially the last gold one, which was exceptionally beautiful.

"So that's how it is... I'm actually the spirit of the magic blade." Sima Jinchi spread his hands, his expression incredibly complex. He finally understood why he could condense a soul ring on his own without needing to fuse with a soul spirit.

"This is your true identity, and also the reason why you can't advance to the ninth ring of cultivation," Nan Liujing said. "Go into seclusion and absorb these nine-colored rays of light. I think you should be able to break through to Super Douluo."

"As ordered."

Sima Jinchi knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

Nan Liujing did not back down. He could sense that as long as he called out, Sima Jinchi would become the Dragon-Slaying Blade and fall into his hands.

It was all because of the Golden Dragon King's original bloodline that he had fused with. Although there were still a few layers that had not been fused, and the dragon bloodline had become more of a tonic for his human bloodline, the aura had been left behind.

“I will order this training ground sealed off. He can stay here and go into seclusion. You come with me.”

Nan Liujing tossed the magic knife back to Sima Jinchi and said to the bewildered Le Zhengyu.

As the two walked away, Sima Jinchi sighed, "So I'm not human after all. If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to stay stuck at level 89 for the rest of my life."

After saying that, he took the initiative to sit cross-legged and began to draw upon the nourishing energy left by the remnant will of the Dragon God to the spirit of the magic sword.

The moment Sima Jinchi took his first bite of the nine-colored light, his expression changed: "Delicious, it's fucking delicious. Only an idiot would be stuck at level 89 forever."

call out.

Suddenly, several streaks of light flew over.

Sima Jinchi instinctively caught it, and it turned out to be a pile of metal.

"I heard you only have a two-word battle armor, which is far too meager. These fusion-grade soul-forged metals were all personally crafted by me. As for their quality..."
I am the master craftsman!

boom.

The sound of the door closing could be heard.

Sima Jinchi stared blankly at the pile of metal in front of him that emitted a strange, soft light.

……

Cafe.

"Don't worry, Chairman, I would never tell anyone what just happened," Le Zhengyu patted his chest, making a promise.

Nan Liujing glanced at him: "Speaking of which, I asked your grandfather for Sima Jinchi, so why did you come here?"

Le Zhengyu took a sip of coffee and smiled, "During the two years you were trapped in this small plane, a lot of people from our class graduated one after another. Quite a few didn't want to join the Spirit Pagoda, so they all went home after graduation. Recently, Yang Nianxia organized a dinner party, and I came with Sima Jinchi."

The Nanliu scenic spot nodded without saying anything.

Le Zhengyu said excitedly, "President, why don't you come too?"

Nan Liujing chuckled lightly: "Next time. I have something very important to do."

Le Zhengyu nodded somewhat disappointedly.

Nan Liujing said, "This is not a refusal, but I really have something to do. Let's get together again after this is over."

Le Zhengyu's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

"By the way, do you keep in touch with Xiaoyan?" Nan Liujing thought of Xu Xiaoyan, who had joined the Spirit Pagoda and was stationed at the East Sea City branch.

Le Zhengyu was stunned: "Which Xiao Yan?"

Nan Liujing looked at him and said with a smile, "It's nothing."

Sipping his coffee, Nan Liujing gazed out the window at the passersby.

The butterfly's wings have been flapping for so long, but things have changed.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

On Golden Island, Nan Liujing, Leng Yaozhu, Qian Gu Qingfeng, and Xia Zheng Leng stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the distance.

Before long, a streak of light flew over.

As the light faded, the figure of Titan Douluo Yuanen Zhentian was revealed.

"This is Ye Hui's grandfather, the patriarch of the Yuanen family, a demigod, and also a four-word battle armor master, titled Titan."

Nan Liujing immediately introduced it to everyone.

Yuan Enzhen bowed and said, "I have long admired you all, and it is my honor to meet you all today."

Leng Yaozhu and Xia Zheng smiled politely and nodded, but Qian Gu Qingfeng took the initiative to speak: "So you are Titan Douluo, it's an honor to meet you. Back then, you defeated several powerful figures from the War God Temple all by yourself, and your fame spread far and wide, but then you suddenly disappeared. It's been making me itching to do the same."

Yuan Enzhentian also knew of Qian Gu Qingfeng's reputation for challenging others in his youth, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the help of Master Leng and Liu Jing, I can be considered a part of the Spirit Pagoda. Once this matter is settled, if the Hell Douluo wants to spar, I will definitely accompany him."

The two centenarians exchanged a smile; at their age, they didn't have many ambitions left.

Nan Liujing said, "Now that everyone is here, let's set off."

Everyone nodded.

At this moment, a huge red god-level mech, shaped like a fighter jet, hovered in mid-air.

Just as everyone was about to go up, suddenly, another figure flew over from a distance, and they were all somewhat surprised when they saw it clearly.

"Aunt Ya?"

Nan Liujing was slightly taken aback, then quickly stepped forward to greet him.

The soft green-gold light dissipated, revealing Yali's exquisite and graceful figure.

Ya Li's voice was gentle, but full of determination: "Since we're dealing with the Abyss, how can I be left out? Although I'm not very good at fighting, when it comes to healing injuries, I don't think anyone in the entire Douluo Continent is better than me."

Nan Liujing turned around and exchanged glances with the elders, then smiled and said, "That's good. Someone will always get hurt. With you here, it's an extra layer of protection."

The group boarded the plane and flew towards the God of War training camp.

According to the personnel allocation, the top soul masters who will participate in the great battle will first go to the War God Training Camp to unite, and then secretly enter the Blood God Legion together.

(End of this chapter)