Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 361 Di Tian: What kind of dragon martial soul do you have?

silence.

Even the wind stopped blowing.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, but suddenly, starting from the center, the water began to slowly rotate, forming a huge whirlpool.

Deep within the vortex, a pair of golden eyes, as bright as stars, slowly opened.

"Humanity."

The voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying a majestic power that commanded all things to submit.

Immediately afterwards, the lake water parted, and a man in black emerged from the waves.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with a handsome face that was almost otherworldly, and two strands of golden hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind.

What's most striking about him are his eyes.

It was a pure, shimmering gold color, but its pupils were dangerous vertical lines.

With his appearance, all the spirit beasts in the forest let out a low growl of awe.

The clouds in the sky parted automatically, and the sunlight shone on him like a spotlight.

However, when Di Tian clearly saw the aura on Yu Xiaolie's body...

His gilded vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

He has lived for nearly a million years and has seen too many amazing human soul masters. He has even personally ended the lives of several Douluo who were known as "the ultimate".

But the man in black robes before them was different.

That wasn't a simple fluctuation of soul power, but rather a kind of...

It possessed an aura almost akin to the laws themselves.

It was as if the rules of heaven and earth would make way for him and be reshaped for him just because he stood there.

"Demi god?"

Di Tian's voice was deep and resonant, like the tolling of an ancient bell, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement, "Human, you have actually come this far."

His gaze swept over the nine soul rings at Yu Xiaolie's feet, especially those few that were reddish-golden and wrapped with different colored gold patterns. Even with Di Tian's temperament, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

That energy level was far beyond what an ordinary 100,000-year soul ring could possess; almost every one of them condensed the entire essence and boundless resentment of an unparalleled ferocious beast.

However, when his gaze fell upon the Black Nether Sacred Dragon beneath Yu Xiaolie, this overlord of the Star Dou Great Forest was truly stunned for the first time.

Those jet-black dragon scales, those ferocious bone spikes, that dragon breath that summons dark elements with every breath...

These are nothing.

What truly shook Di Tian to his core was the ancient bloodline power hidden deep within the dragon soul!
Vast, profound, supreme and noble!
He had only sensed that aura in the deepest part of his distant inherited memories; it belonged to the Dragon God, the might of the first generation of Dragon Emperors!
Although extremely rare, its essence was so high that even the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, a direct descendant of the Dragon God, felt a tremor and awe from the depths of his soul!
How can this be?

How could a human's martial soul possibly bear the might of such an ancient Dragon Emperor?

The calm aura around Di Tian instantly became turbulent, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening.

His golden eyes no longer held curiosity and scrutiny, but instead ignited a tangible flame of fighting spirit!
He had lost count of how many tens of thousands of years had passed since he had encountered an opponent who could evoke such a mixture of "danger" and "excitement" in him.

"So, after all that trouble, killing Xiong Jun and disturbing the lake region, you came here for me, didn't you?"

Di Tian's voice was no longer calm, but echoed with a thunderous roar, causing the clouds ten thousand meters above the ground to churn and disperse.

He wasn't asking a question; he was stating a fact.

Yu Xiaolie stood atop the dragon's head, his black robe billowing against his body in the fierce winds of the high sky, outlining his tall and sturdy silhouette.

He slowly raised his hand, and the Asura Demon Sword appeared out of thin air, which he firmly grasped.

The sword was dark red, as if it were forged from congealed blood, and the demon statue on the hilt opened its eyes, exuding a bloodthirsty desire.

He didn't answer, but his eyes said it all.

"it is good!"

Di Tian roared, his voice booming.

"Then let's fight!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared thousands of meters away, disappearing directly into the thick sea of ​​clouds, where a much wider and more boundless battlefield lay. Yu Xiaolie gently patted the dragon's neck, and the Black Nether Sacred Dragon let out a resounding roar that could shatter gold and split rocks.

With a sudden flap of its massive dragon wings, ripples spread through the surrounding space, carrying him like a black meteor as it chased after the dragon, leaving a long trail of black flames that lingered for a long time.

……

Below, at the edge of the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest.

Bibi Dong stood atop the charred canopy of an ancient tree, looking up at the two figures that vanished into the clouds in an instant, as if piercing the sky.

The strong winds high in the sky blew her papal robes tightly against her body, outlining breathtaking curves. Her hair was also slightly disheveled, with a few strands of purplish-black hair clinging to her fair cheeks.

Her gaze followed the black-robed figure intently until he completely disappeared from sight, leaving only the occasional, chilling flashes of energy and muffled, thunderous collisions leaking from the clouds.

What kind of power is that?

Even from a distance, the mere wisps of pressure emanating from her caused her, a level 99 Limit Douluo, to experience sluggishness in her soul power, a tightness in her chest, and an instinctive tremor from the depths of her soul.

Her initial joy at successfully absorbing a 100,000-year soul ring was instantly extinguished by the cold reality.

What was thought to be a closer distance now seems unattainable, even more distant than ever before.

Is that... the power of God?

Or rather, is it the power to touch the realm of the gods?

An indescribable longing and sorrow surged within her at the same time.

She gripped the papal scepter tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms with the force, the stinging pain palpable, but it was nothing compared to the resentment and desolation she felt.

She pursued power throughout her life, sought to control the Spirit Hall, and wanted to stand at the pinnacle of the continent to prove herself.

But it was only at this moment that she truly understood what the real "peak" was.

That is beyond the scope of earthly power and hierarchy.

The power of the gods...

We must find the divine test!

Only by inheriting the divine position can one truly have the qualification to step into that battlefield, and the qualification to... stand by his side.

Instead of being a helpless bystander like he is now, where even getting close to the core area becomes a burden for him.

She took one last deep look at the turbulent sky, where it seemed as if two gods were locked in fierce battle.

She turned abruptly, unleashing a burst of purplish-black soul power, and sped off towards the edge of the forest without looking back, her figure resolute and determined, as if she had done nothing.

She must find her rightful divine successor!

……

Above the sea of ​​clouds at a height of 10,000 meters, lies a desolate realm beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The air was extremely thin, the temperature low enough to freeze steel instantly, and intense solar radiation poured down without any obstruction. Ordinary titled Douluo couldn't even breathe at this moment; their physical bodies would rapidly disintegrate and perish in this extreme environment.

But for the two players on the field, this is the battlefield where they can truly unleash their full potential.

Di Tian floated in the air, his black robes motionless in the absolute vacuum.

He was surrounded by pure dark energy, but the darkness was not evil; instead, it carried an ancient majesty that encompassed and devoured everything, as if he were the night sky itself.

His hands had changed, covered with a layer of fine black dragon scales, and half-foot-long dark claws extended from his fingertips.

Dragon God Claw!
This is his strongest attack, containing a trace of the power of the laws bestowed by the Dragon God.

Yu Xiaolie held the Asura Demon Sword, his aura perfectly integrated with that of the sword.

The ultimate killing intent condensed into tangible blood-red ripples, emanating from him and coloring the sunlight crimson, even dyeing and dispersing the thin clouds.

The Black Nether Dragon circled behind him, its dragon eyes warily fixed on Di Tian, ​​emitting a threatening growl.

Suddenly, the phantom of the Dragon Emperor flashed behind Yu Xiaolie and disappeared, emitting an ancient dragon roar that only Yu Xiaolie and Di Tian could perceive.

The cry carried a hint of majesty, yet it gave Di Tian a sense of familiarity.

(End of this chapter)