Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"Sending support here is really kind of the dean."

Feng Zaixing nodded, then looked Xu Yucheng up and down, his expression turning strange: "Senior, I've heard that the martial spirit of your lineage is incredibly powerful, putting a huge strain on the body?"

Both spirit rings were pale yellow, and judging by their appearance, they were no more than four hundred years old, which was quite low-grade.

However, in terms of martial spirit alone, the bright and eerie Dark Demon Scythe exudes an aura even sharper than the Holy Dragon of Light, probably approaching the top weapon martial spirit of the world, or even not inferior, after all, it has the nickname of the Death Scythe.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yucheng's calm face showed a ripple, as if he had a toothache. "That's right, that's why I rarely come to the Spirit Ascension Platform."

His Dark Demon Scythe is not among the top-tier martial souls, not because it is not strong enough, but because it is too powerful and directly backfires on the soul master's body!

For this reason, he had to worry about exceeding his body's limit when absorbing spiritual energy from the Ascension Platform, which would cause him to explode.

"It's a pity your body is too weak. If you were stronger, I could take you on as an outer disciple on behalf of the master and teach you some training methods."

Feng Zaixing patted Xu Yucheng on the shoulder, and after a brief touch of his bones, he discovered that this guy was practically born with "delicate and easily defeated" written in his bones, and his bone density was even lower than that of an ordinary soul master.

The Body Sect's forging methods are all extremely dangerous; Xu Yucheng couldn't even get started. He would die if he tried, and death was certain.

Xu Yucheng looked sorrowful: "There's nothing I can do, it's just how I was born."

His spiritual power can support a thousand-year-old soul, but his body does not allow it, and this situation will continue for a considerable period of time.

Even with fast cultivation speed and a powerful martial soul, one cannot overcome a soul ring that is a hundred years old. The difference in soul skills is so great that it can be fatal. One's physique is even more fragile than that of an agility-based character.

Glancing at the purplish-black overlord at the other's feet, and then at her own pale yellow ring, Xu Yucheng lowered her head and bit her lip, as if she were being tortured by hail and snow.

Why did the dean make me lead the way for them? I'm not coming next time even if it's for extra credits, sob sob, I don't want to see this...

"Don't be upset, senior. Look at Na'er's spirit rings, they're all yellow too. Hundred-year spirit rings are so cute."

A gentle breeze rustled through the wings, and Xu Yucheng looked up to see that Na'er, who had been holding the big cat, was now riding a jade-green dragon with its head held high, waving her little hands and smiling sweetly, like an angel descending to earth.

Seeing that smile, Xu Yucheng felt honored to have been a senior again!

"Junior, how many years has your soul been around? As long as it doesn't exceed the limit, I'll help you increase it by a hundred years!"

Xu Yucheng was filled with pride and determined to defend his dignity in front of his younger schoolmates!

Na'er's eyes crinkled as she smiled, "Well, it started at five hundred years, but my brother caught several soul beasts for me, so now it's six hundred and fifty years... Hey, senior, what's wrong?"

A gentle breeze caressed his face, but Xu Yucheng seemed oblivious, transforming into a silent wooden sculpture, standing there blankly, the Dark Demon Scythe slipping from his shoulder and falling to the ground with a clatter.

Waaah... He won't come next time the dean says they'll add a comprehensive evaluation score. It's so discouraging!

Feng Zaixing, sensing that Xu Yucheng was filled with the feeling that "life is not worth living," sighed softly and comforted her:

"There's nothing we can do about it, it's just how we are."

Xu Yucheng's lips twitched violently, as if he wanted to pour out all his bitterness, "...If you can't speak, you don't have to."

"I'm sorry, I've never encountered such a special situation as yours before, senior." Feng Zaixing said apologetically.

"Are...are all the members of your Body Sect monsters?"

Xu Yucheng was filled with grief and indignation. "I hunted the three-thousand-year-old human-faced demon spider in the second ring. It turns out I am not worthy to stand with you."

Feng Zaixing thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That's how body refinement works. You won't understand if you don't practice it."

"Our friendship is over, our friendship is over, please don't say that..."

Xu Yucheng felt he was in danger of being killed, so he turned and left.

"The dean gave me a special detector. There are some Soul Master teams in this area. You... should show them some respect."

The image of Luan Hongchen reminding him to prioritize safety flashed through his mind, but Xu Yucheng felt it was unnecessary; others should be the ones worrying.

Feng Zaixing pulled Na'er along quickly, asking, "Who's the most powerful person here? Why did the Dean go to all this trouble?"

"The eldest daughter of the Yu family kills anyone she sees; she's very dangerous. I wonder if she's trying to avoid us while she's completing her military academy entrance exams."

"Oh, I see. Na'er, be careful."

Feng Zaixing casually gave Na'er some instructions, but a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

He seemed to have met the eldest daughter of the Yu family, a military family. Because of his mother, they had a good relationship and addressed each other as brother and sister.

In the past two years, that person had invited him to Mingdu to attend his birthday banquet more than once, but he was focused on his cultivation and naturally declined each time.

Could it be the same person?

"Brother, don't worry about Na'er. Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear is no joke. But brother, why should we be afraid of others, instead of others being afraid of us?"

A genuine question mark appeared on Na'er's innocent face, and her bright purple eyes blinked under her fluttering eyelashes.

Feng Zaixing paused, his eyes suddenly gleaming: "That's right! I'm invincible below the Fourth Ring Road. Why should I avoid her? I might as well unleash a massacre myself!"

"Senior, where are those Soul Master teams? I'll escort them away! The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy can't lose face; a chaotic free-for-all would be even more exciting!"

If the eldest daughter of the Yu family dares to kill indiscriminately, why wouldn't he? He just met a demigod last night, so he needs to be in high spirits today!

With a "thud," Xu Yucheng fell to the ground, sickle and all. This time, he really had a toothache, and his dough was twisted.

"Wait, who are these siblings? Dean, you've got the situation wrong, haven't you?"

Looking at the senior and junior siblings, one riding a dragon and the other riding a tiger, Xu Yucheng couldn't help but feel sorry for the many geniuses in the Ascension Platform.

"...The closest Soul Master team to us consists of four people, led by Yang Feng, who is ranked twenty-fifth on the list of young geniuses. His Martial Soul is the Soul-Breaking Spear, and his nickname is Breaker."

Xu Yucheng said desperately, feeling that many people would soon face a catastrophe.

"Alright, that's it! I want to test my skills against the Soul-Shattering Spear!"

Feng Zaixing sheathed his bow and switched to his sword, taking out a spirit-forged silver sword from his storage ring. He urged the Heavenly Saint Winged Tiger to speed up, just like a veteran of the battlefield.

"Charge! Defeat the Soul-Shattering Spear and dominate the Spirit Ascension Platform! We will be the kings of the Spirit Ascension Platform!"

Na'er rode the snow dragon, brandishing her silver spear, her voice passionate and her face flushed with excitement.

Xu Yucheng hurried behind, and seeing that the two of them had released their spirits, he couldn't help but spur himself on and summoned his own spirit to experience the joy of riding a mount.

……

*Slap!* *Slap!*

On the 125th floor of the Spirit Pagoda, Luan Hongchen and Han Tianyi simultaneously slapped their foreheads, as the situation had developed beyond their expectations.

Luan Hongchen was the first to come to his senses, a gloating smile creeping onto his lips: "That's good, those people are all doomed. You'd better start re-ranking them as soon as possible."

"Re-ranking the list is no easy task; finding thirty universally recognized top geniuses is extremely difficult..."

Han Tianyi looked bitter. Although the list of young geniuses was not comprehensive, none of those on the list were mediocre. They could be considered potential titled Douluo.

Now, the eldest daughter of the Yu family has come to the slaughterhouse, and Feng Zaixing is about to make a move again. With the two great devils appearing together, everyone's Dao heart will be shattered!

On the screen, Feng Zaixing rode a tiger and wielded his sword. In a short while, more than ten soul beasts fell behind him, including a thousand-year-old soul beast that turned into spiritual energy resources amidst its whimpers, aiding his path to becoming a powerful being.

The king's sword intent was flamboyant and powerful, the air hissed and exploded, cutting and shattering large swathes, leaving behind the afterimage of the young man's soaring spirit.

Na'er followed behind, making full use of her long weapon to harvest the soul beasts that Feng Zaixing had intentionally let go.

Xu Yucheng dodged as fast as a monkey, afraid of killing some soul beast with his own hands.

A few minutes later, the three of them found Yang Feng's team by following the direction. It was a four-person team, all of whom had the Soul-Breaking Spear as their martial spirit, two with three rings and two with two rings.

The newcomers looked menacing. Yang Feng, dressed in a smart black outfit, brandished his spear and blocked their path, calling out from a distance, "Who goes there?"

"I'm just a nobody. You can call me Harosa."

Feng Zaixing responded loudly, raising his sword and shouting, "Do you dare to fight?!"

"What a joke! The Soul-Shattering Spear has never feared battle!"

Yang Feng’s fellow clansmen from the Third Ring Road responded for him, took out his gun, unleashed seven or eight spear flourishes, turned around and thrust straight at Feng Zaixing’s brow!

"Second Soul Skill, Penetrate!" A vortex-like black wave rose from the tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear, increasing its penetrating power by 100%!

"Aww~!"

The Heavenly Winged Tiger raised its forebody and roared, its natural sound waves causing the air to fluctuate violently and the spearhead to freeze.

"Combat Technique, Qi Condensation Slash!"

Feng Zaixing exerted force with both legs, soaring into the air and spinning twice. His body became ethereal in an instant, and the Spirit Forged Silver Sword swirled in the air, forming a tiger-shaped sword aura before cleaving down from the sky with a thunderous roar.

"Sword energy materialized! How can it have such a terrifying aura!" Yang Feng's expression changed drastically.

As the sword exploded with thunderous sound, all four Soul Breaker Spear Masters, except for Yang Feng who remained somewhat composed, felt their legs go weak and could not muster any fighting spirit.

The fearless Soul-Breaking Spear Master was now afraid and could no longer thrust his spear.

"I'll do it!"

In that instant, Yang Feng displayed his genius fighting spirit, his three spirit rings blazing simultaneously. He held his spear in front of his kin and unleashed an incredibly sharp spear strike.

The moment the spear's edge clashed with the sword's energy, a deafening roar like the ocean waves erupted. The shockwaves of the chain explosions swept through the air, utterly destroying everything in their path, turning the battlefield into a sea of ​​screams.

"Bang!"

With a hurricane-like strike, Yang Feng was sent flying sideways, covered in blood, his tattered clothes looking as if they had been cut a thousand times. One of his three clansmen had disappeared.

"Whoosh!"

Feng Zaixing descended from the sky with composure, and nodded slightly as he looked at Yang Feng, who was panting and leaning on his gun.

"Their attack power is decent; they can threaten some Soul Masters now."

"Harosa, you've gone too far! Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood and, filled with resentment, was taken away by the protective facilities of the Spirit Pagoda.

Before leaving, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, as if to say, "Even if you win, you can't be this shameless."

You call yourself a nobody with this level of strength? Can you be any more shameless? How are the young geniuses ranked on the Spirit Pagoda's list?!

Harosa, is it? Wait until I've finished my arduous training, then I'll come back to challenge you!

"Why is it that speaking the truth gets you hated these days? I genuinely think you're a good person."

Feng Zaixing clicked his tongue and shook his head, then pointed to the two surviving Soul-Breaking Spear Grand Soul Masters, Na'er and Xu Yucheng.

"These two are for you to practice on. Go ahead."