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

Thinking of this, Gu Yuena couldn't help but laugh out loud.

While they were engaged in fierce combat, Lu Jun was controlling the ice puppet.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, was immersed in the immense shock brought about by the earth-shattering changes in himself.

"This...this power..."

Tang Wulin felt incredulously the surging, boundless divine power within his body, which seemed to connect with the entire continent beneath his feet. The Earth Dragon King's Dragon Soul inheritance that he had obtained in Dragon Valley was no longer a hidden power, but rather a power that had completely merged with him, providing him with the complete power of the Earth Dragon King's peak God King realm.

He is now like a living, earthen dragon king walking among humans!
He originally thought that the Dragon Valley inheritance was just about powerful soul bones, soul skills and bloodline enhancements. He never expected that its ultimate foundation would be so heaven-defying.

However, it seemed as if to confirm Gu Yuena's conjecture, or as a collective response to the aura of Tang San's arrival.

One after another, streams of different colors, yet all exuding the vast and majestic aura of a god-king, shot into the sky from Xie Xie, Yuanen Yehui, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, Wu Siduo, Xu Xiaoyan, and others!

The Dragon King's soul power within each of them resonated and erupted wildly, forcibly and temporarily elevating their cultivation level to the God King realm.

They have all temporarily obtained the peak power of their respective Dragon Kings.

In an instant, the valley was filled with the aura of a divine king, the roar of dragons, and various strange phenomena, as if the core power of the ancient dragon race had reappeared here.

Only Di Yue, standing in the middle of the crowd, who had not inherited any Dragon King's soul, stood out from the surrounding rings of divine king halos.

She blinked her crimson eyes, watching her companions' cultivation levels skyrocket as if they had taken some kind of super tonic. She couldn't help but open her red lips wide, her little face filled with confusion and surprise, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I?"

"What... what's going on?"

Di Yue couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her voice tinged with bewilderment.

You guys have all cheated! Your strength has instantly skyrocketed to the God-King level...

Why... why didn't you take me with you?

I haven't even gotten on the bus yet!
Faced with the seven suddenly erupting, god-king-level auras that stood like seven volcanoes, Tang Wutong was completely stunned, her mind blank, as if she had seen the most incredible sight in the world.

"How...how could this be...this is absolutely impossible!"

She gasped in shock, her voice shrill with utter astonishment.

"Seven... there are actually seven God-Kings?"

"Seven God-Kings have appeared simultaneously in this tiny place?!"

She watched helplessly as Le Zhengyu, Xie Xie, Yuanen Yehui, Long Chen, Wu Siduo, Xu Xiaoyan, and her younger brother Tang Wulin were all forcibly lifted up by an invisible giant hand in that short instant, stepping into the realm of the God-King that countless gods looked up to.

This completely overturned her understanding and shattered the inherent power system rules of the divine realm.

The torrential rain continued to pour down relentlessly from the sky.

Le Zhengyu took the lead, feeling the vast and boundless divine power within his body, far surpassing anything he had ever experienced before. Golden light burst forth from his eyes, and twelve luminous white wings suddenly unfurled behind him. Holding the divine sword that had transformed into a pillar of light reaching the heavens, he charged fiercely towards Tang Wutong, who had lost her composure, like a dazzling meteor shooting backwards, tearing through the rain.

"Goddess of Beauty, prepare to die!"

Before the sword even arrived, the purest and most sacred sword intent, carrying the will of judgment and purification, had already descended upon him.

Tang Wutong jolted awake, barely managing to snap out of her shock. In a haste, she raised the Goddess of Beauty sword in her hand, its pink divine light swirling around it, ready to block the thunderous blow.

However, in that split second—

A mysterious and dazzling dark purple light suddenly shone on Yuan En Hui's arm, the light as deep as an abyss, as if communicating with the endless source of darkness. "Darkness descends!"

Her cool voice was like the low murmur of a dark witch.

In an instant, a vast expanse of pure darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, spread rapidly from her center, engulfing the entire space where Tang Wutong was located in the blink of an eye.

Light, sound, and even divine perception are all greatly suppressed and distorted in this dark realm.

In that instant, Tang Wutong, who was plunged into boundless darkness, revealed a look of horror and shock in her eyes.

She lost all her sight and most of her senses, as if she had been banished to an eternal void. A strong sense of danger washed over her like ice water, making the hairs on her body stand on end.

How could the other newly promoted God-Kings let go of such a perfect opportunity to besiege them?

Long Chen had already concealed his enormous dragon king form and transformed into human form.

He shone with divine power as bright as day, and with a simple spatial teleportation, he appeared behind Tang Wutong.

He didn't use any fancy soul skills; he simply concentrated the immense power of the Radiant Dragon within his body into his palm and then slammed it forward.

An enormous golden palm print, composed entirely of the ultimate divine power of light, descended with a thunderous roar, like a Buddha suppressing demons, carrying a destructive aura capable of crushing stars and purifying evil spirits.

Wherever the palm print passed, darkness was dispelled, rain evaporated, and space groaned in despair.

Caught in a pincer attack, there was no way to avoid it!
"puff--"

Tang Wutong felt as if a burning star had slammed into her back, and the terrifying force instantly penetrated her body.

The pink divine power defense around her shattered like paper, and her internal organs seemed to have been displaced and broken by the shock.

With a loud cry, Tang Wutong coughed up several mouthfuls of golden divine blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and her aura rapidly weakened like an avalanche.

Almost at the same time—

"laugh!"

The sword of light, piercing through the darkness, stabbed Tang Wutong in the chest with perfect precision.

Le Zhengyu's sacred sword contained the ultimate power of light and purification. The moment the sword tip touched the divine body, it was like a hot iron meeting ice and snow, melting away frantically and purifying Tang Wutong's divine power and life essence.

"Ahhhh——!"

Tang Wutong let out an extremely shrill scream. She could clearly feel her abundant life force being frantically swept away and purified by that sacred sword.

"boom!!!"

Before she could recover from this double blow, Tang Wulin had already leaped into the sky.

The Haotian Hammer he held in his hand exuded a heavy, mountain-like aura, embodying the domineering power and strength of the dragon race.

Looking at his own sister, Tang Wulin's eyes were cold. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the Haotian Hammer high and slammed it down heavily towards the blurry figure in the dark domain below.

A deafening roar seemed to toll a death knell.

Tang Wutong's figure, like a bird with broken wings, plummeted straight down from the darkness, scattering a string of golden blood droplets in the air. (End of Chapter)