Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 259 My student, Yu Xiaogang, can also absorb knowledge beyond his level!
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang felt like a rag being swept away by a gale for three miles before crashing heavily into a thicket of bushes, his bones feeling like they were shattered.

He struggled to prop himself up, a metallic taste rising in his throat, which he swallowed back down.

Finally, I managed to focus, and the surrounding trees twisted and swayed in my vision, with a buzzing sound in my ears, as if a million bees were swarming around my head.

"Master! Are you alright?"

Zhao Wuji's rough voice came from afar, accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps.

Yu Xiaogang turned his head with difficulty and saw Zhao Wuji stumbling towards him, dragging Shi Yang, who was also covered in dirt, behind him.

Zhao Wuji's rugged face was full of worry, and his left arm hung unnaturally, clearly indicating that he had also suffered a serious injury.

"I...I'm fine..." Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

He then slowly stood up, leaning on the tree trunk, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.

With every movement, a tearing pain shot through his chest, but he couldn't care less; his mind was filled with Tang San's bloodied and mangled back.

A sudden outburst of intense emotion erupted: "I'm alright? How could I be alright!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was a mixture of sobs and roars: "I watched helplessly as Xiao San was tortured like that! I watched his soul bones being forcibly torn away! And what did I do? I could only stand by and shout slogans! I didn't even have the right to rush in!"

His fist slammed into the ground, and blood instantly seeped from his knuckles.

She bit her lip tightly until she tasted the rust before letting go: "It's all my fault...it's all my fault for being useless...watching my beloved disciple being bullied..."

His voice choked with emotion, and tears fell uncontrollably onto the soil, splashing up tiny specks of dust.

Those tears contained so many complex emotions...

Anger, humiliation, self-blame, and a deep-seated hatred for Yu Xiaolie.

Zhao Wuji crouched down and slapped Yu Xiaogang's shoulder heavily with his broad hand: "It's not your fault! It's all because Yu Xiaolie was too arrogant and bullying! A titled Douluo, how could he hit a bunch of kids so hard..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Xiao San... he might..."

Zhao Wuji immediately said decisively, "No way! Yu Xiaolie only wants his external soul bone, he won't take his life. Maybe if we rush back, we can still save him."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He then wiped his face and helped Zhao Wuji to his feet: "Let's go find Xiao San."

The group walked back along the damaged woodland.

The air was thick with the smell of burning and blood, and broken branches and leaves were scattered everywhere on the ground, along with clods of earth that had been ripped up by the powerful impact.

Yu Xiaogang's heart was heavy; he prayed with every step he took.

Hopefully, Yu Xiaolie has already taken the soul bone and left...

Shi Yang followed behind, his face as pale as paper.

He had never seen such a tragic scene before, and he was also helpless because the Shrek group had no strength but still dared to provoke His Majesty the Dragon God, resulting in their own demise, and they even had to blame His Majesty the Dragon God for abusing his power.

If they hadn't been so fixated on that four-thousand-year-old soul ring, and if Liu Erlong and Flander hadn't been so arrogant and rushed at Yu Xiaolie one after another after seeing him, they would have definitely been able to escape unscathed.

Sigh, it's hard to say.

Just as the three of them passed through a dense patch of ferns, a rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes ahead.

Everyone immediately became alert, and Zhao Wuji even released his martial spirit, with seven spirit rings flashing beneath his feet.

A fox, entirely silver-white, peeked out from the bushes.

It is a size larger than an ordinary fox, with fur as white as moonlight, and deep purple eyes that seem to see through people's hearts.

The most peculiar thing is that it has a golden stripe on its forehead, which gleams strangely in the sunlight.

"Phantom Fox?"

Zhao Wuji asked in surprise.

These kinds of soul beasts have extremely strong spiritual power and are good at creating illusions. Although the one in front of us is only 8000 years old, its spiritual power is already at the level of more than 10,000 years.

The phantom fox seemed surprised to encounter humans and cautiously took two steps back.

It showed no intention of attacking. Its purple eyes swept over the crowd before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang. It tilted its head, as if deep in thought.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly: "Perfect timing, I'm bursting with anger and have nowhere to vent it!" The mighty Immovable King was being humiliated like a grandson today, how frustrating, how incredibly frustrating!
This phantom fox dared to retreat upon seeing us, a blatant act of disrespect! It has already met its demise!
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji unleashed his soul skill, raining down upon the phantom fox.

The fox demon's eyes blazed with purple light, and the surrounding space suddenly began to distort.

Suddenly, everyone's vision blurred, as if they were in a fog, surrounded by their most terrifying images.

This is the Phantom Fox's life-saving skill: Mental Illusion.

"Humph, what a small trick!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and his sixth spirit ring lit up, "Mighty Vajra Roar!"

The overwhelming pressure of the level 76 offensive Soul Emperor suddenly erupted, and his deafening roar, like a thunderclap, shattered the illusion in an instant.

The fox demon let out a mournful cry, blood spilling from the corner of its mouth, and turned to flee.

But Zhao Wuji was faster. He rushed forward in one stride, and his large, fan-like hand grabbed the fox demon's neck.

Then, with a crisp "crack," the fox demon's body slumped down, and the purple light in its eyes gradually faded.

It couldn't understand why it had been killed when it was just passing by looking for food.

Zhao Wuji shook his hand and spat, "Damn it! Let's keep going."

Yu Xiaogang stood still, staring intently at the dying fox demon.

His eyes gradually turned fanatical, and a crazy idea took shape in his mind.

"Wait!"

He suddenly shouted, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Shi Yang, kill this soul beast and absorb its soul ring!"

Upon hearing this, both Zhao Wuji and Shi Yang were stunned.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened: "Master, are you kidding me? This is an 8000-year spirit ring! This kid is only level 40, how can he withstand it?"

Shi Yang was so frightened that he kept backing away: "No, no... I'll die..."

"waste!"

"Break?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly laughed, a laugh more like a grimace. "Are we just supposed to be trampled underfoot like trash?"

He pointed sharply at the spirit ring, his voice rising abruptly, filled with hysterical madness: "Yu Xiaolie's student, that girl named Yu Linglong, she only has her third spirit ring, yet she dares to absorb 4600 years' worth! You're about to break through to the Spirit Master level, why can't you try?!"

His voice echoed through the forest, startling a flock of birds into flight.

Even Zhao Wuji had never seen Yu Xiaogang so out of control, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Yu Xiaogang, panting heavily, his eyes flashing with a crazed light, said, "If she can do it, why can't my student, Yu Xiaogang, do it?!"

His voice carried an almost self-destructive resolve, as if he were declaring war on Yu Xiaolie, who had crushed all his pride, in this way.

As he spoke, he grabbed Shi Yang by the collar, "Absorbing beyond one's level is something even a little girl can do. How could you, a grown man, not be able to do it?"
Just imagine, if you absorbed this spirit ring, how much would your strength increase? In the Spirit Master Competition, who would still be your match?

Shi Yang was so dizzy from being shaken that the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by hesitation.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang softened his tone: "Trust me, I am a theoretical master in the Soul Master world, what I say is not wrong. Your Martial Soul is Magnet Sand, which is already good at controlling various changes, and the Phantom Fox's spiritual attributes can enhance your control."

Zhao Wuji scratched his head: "Master, isn't this too risky..."

"adventure?"

Yu Xiaogang sneered, "The path to becoming a strong person is inherently full of challenges. What's a little adventure compared to that?"

Zhao Wuji fell silent. He thought of Tang San's bloodied back and Yu Xiaolie's condescending gaze, and a nameless anger surged in his heart.

Immediately, he patted Shi Yang heavily on the shoulder: "Kid, give it your all! I'll protect you!"

Shi Yang looked at Yu Xiaogang, then at Zhao Wuji, and finally his gaze fell on the phantom fox demon who was about to die.

He took a deep breath, as if making up his mind: "Okay... I'll give it my all!"

As he spoke, he immediately released his martial spirit and charged forward.

(End of this chapter)