Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

The fact that his parents' lives were being so blatantly threatened caused the string of reason in Tang Wulin's mind to snap instantly.

Overwhelmed by rage and worry.

"I'm asking you, where are my parents?!"

He let out a beastly roar, and golden blue silver grass burst forth from his body like wildly dancing golden snakes, filled with a violent aura.

"You bastard..." The purple-level fighter was slightly startled by Tang Wulin's sudden burst of aura, but he was more impatient. "Are you deaf? Fine, let's clear your head first."

Before he finished speaking, his first spirit ring suddenly lit up, and he casually flicked his right hand.

In an instant, seven or eight energy bombs, each about the size of a fist, jet black and flashing with unstable red light, hurtled toward Tang Wulin and his entire home behind him like a swarm of dead bees.

"My bomb-type martial spirit, each bomb is as powerful as a level six fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell, enough to blow this place up."

The purple-level fighter smiled coldly, as if he were watching an impending fireworks display.

"Don't worry, I'll still go easy on you guys..."

"don't want!!!"

Tang Wulin's eyes were bloodshot, not from fear, but from extreme heartache.

This is his home, which holds countless warm memories!

It's the only keepsake my parents left behind after scrimping and saving; it must not be destroyed!

Almost instinctively, he frantically activated the Blue Silver Grass, countless golden vines layered upon each other, weaving into a thick net that lunged forward, attempting to envelop and suppress all the deadly bombs.

However, someone was faster than his Blue Silver Grass.

Xie Xie, who understood Tang Wulin's thoughts best, acted the instant the bomb was released.

The Time-Space Dragon Martial Soul granted him unparalleled speed and mysterious spatial power.

His first spirit ring flashed, and his body seemed to transform into a distorted phantom, unleashing his first spirit skill: Time Travel.

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the last second before the bombs were enveloped by the Blue Silver Grass, Xie Xie's figure flashed past at lightning speed, narrowly catching all the bombs that were temporarily trapped by the Blue Silver Grass into his arms.

The whole process was so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye, lasting only two or three seconds. The purple-level fighter didn't even have time to fully react.

"you……"

The pupils beneath the purple-level fighter's mask contracted slightly.

"boom--!!!"

The moment Xie Xie rushed out of the house with the bomb in his arms, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out from outside.

The terrifying shockwave even caused the entire house to shake violently.

Almost simultaneously, golden light shone brightly from Yue Zhengyu's body, and a magnificent one-word battle armor instantly appeared on him.

Without any hesitation, his fifth spirit ring shone—Archangel's Wrath.

A massive lightsaber, burning with holy flames, appeared out of thin air, carrying a powerful aura of punishing evil. It did not slash at the Purple-level Dou Zhe's body, but instead struck him hard and precisely on the side. Using the enormous impact, it forcefully pushed the Soul Saint backward, crashing through the wall and falling out of Tang Wulin's house.

"Don't worry." Le Zhengyu turned around and quickly said to the astonished Tang Wulin. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the dense light energy transformed into a solid light barrier, blocking the doorway and isolating the scorching heat wave and flying debris from the explosion outside.

"We're all brothers, we'd never just stand by and watch your home be destroyed." His protective barrier steadily shielded everything inside the house. Tang Wulin's cherished home remained completely undamaged despite the violent explosion.

"you……"

Tang Wulin felt an indescribable warmth and excitement welling up in his heart as he watched his two companions suddenly erupt in response to protect his home.

Stop standing there daydreaming!

"I can't breathe!" Yue Zhengyu shouted urgently as he rushed outside.

"Come help me quickly! This guy is a Soul Saint! I can't hold him off for long without your help!"

Tang Wulin snapped back to his senses, his anger and fighting spirit blazing once more, and he burst out of the door.

The street outside was a mess, with a charred crater blown out and smoke billowing everywhere.

Le Zhengyu was wielding his holy sword, locked in combat with the purple-level fighter. Although he was being completely suppressed, he was barely holding on thanks to his battle armor and divine attributes.

"Where is Xie Xie? How is Xie Xie doing?!"

Tang Wulin shouted anxiously.

puff.

A figure stumbled out of a slightly distorted ripple in space, looking rather disheveled. It was Xie Xie. He looked quite miserable; his clothes were torn and charred in many places, he was covered in blood, a trace of blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale.

"Cough cough..."

Xie Xie coughed violently a few times, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, but his eyes were filled with arrogance as he looked at the purple-level fighter.

"Wow, these bombs are really powerful. They almost sent me to my death."

At this moment, the purple-level fighter seemed to be completely enraged.

He suddenly struck out with his palm, and the blow, imbued with terrifying soul power, sent Yue Zhengyu and his sword flying, crashing heavily into a wall in the distance.

"Alright, alright." The purple-level fighter steadied himself, his face beneath the mask turning completely grim, his voice as cold as ice shards in the dead of winter, "You bunch of greenhorns... you're really something, aren't you? You're all so reckless. Fine, I recognize you now. You're the team that successfully challenged Shrek Academy on behalf of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, right?"

A more astonishing energy surged from his body, and a set of purple two-character battle armor covering his entire body and engraved with complex patterns instantly appeared on him.

His aura surged, instantly reaching a terrifying level, almost reaching that of a Title Douluo.

"Damn it! How dare they insult the honor of Shrek Academy!" His voice was filled with rage and murderous intent. "Today, as a graduate of Shrek Academy, I will personally defend the honor of Shrek Academy!"

The terrifying pressure, like a tangible wave, swept over Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Le Zhengyu.

"Oh ho?" Le Zhengyu steadied himself with the Holy Sword, suppressing the churning blood within him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and let out a mocking sneer.

"So, you're a graduate of that lousy academy? What a shame. I heard Shrek Academy didn't recruit any decent geniuses this year? At this rate, your crappy academy will be closing down sooner or later!"

"Who are you calling trash?!" The purple-level fighter suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Le Zhengyu like a venomous snake, his voice distorted with rage.

Being ridiculed like this by a Soul King, especially since it was directed at Shrek Academy, which he regarded as his faith, was even more unbearable for him than being punched directly.

"You're talking about Shrek Academy!"

Xie Xie's figure appeared in the distance. Although he was in a sorry state, he was still quick-witted and added fuel to the fire with a grin.

"Even the modified original Shrek Seven Devils can't beat us amateur players in terms of stats. What else could they be but trash? Hehe, it seems that the eternal glory was just a boast after all~" (End of Chapter)