Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"Click~ Click!"

The tiger-striped soul power wave tore through the air, creating multiple sonic booms. The White Tiger Soul Venerable's body was thrown into the air and flung away by a giant, iron-like hand.

"More than 20,000 years have passed, and the White Tiger Clan is still the same old three people? Your ranking of twenty-one on the genius list is not good enough."

With the Holy Body Martial Soul erupting, Feng Zaixing's body grew to two meters tall. He shook his head, his words revealing undisguised disappointment.

Aside from his three major soul skills, Wu Yang has almost no other means; his physical skills are his only weakness.

"Harosa, don't be so arrogant. Just because I lost to you doesn't mean all of us dancers lost to you."

Blood gushed from the tiger's mouth of Wu Yang's palms, and his knuckles cracked as if they had been broken by tremendous force during a fierce struggle.

However, he remained outwardly defiant, his sinister eyes fixed on his opponent, the young man who had crushed him in his proudest area.

"The other dancers, are you referring to her?"

Feng Zaixing glanced at the Netherworld Cat Great Soul Master fighting Na'er and Xu Yucheng, and said indifferently:

"His cultivation speed is quite fast, but his martial spirit is weak, like a kitten's."

"My junior sister has no combat experience, otherwise your clanswoman would have fallen long ago."

The young girl from Wuyang's clan is very beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks. She is agile and nimble, and is likely to be the future Youming Wusiduo. She is outstanding at this age.

However, the strength of the Netherworld Cat and the White Tiger is already outdated.

"Awooo~ Awooo~!"

The Heavenly Winged Tiger, watching the performance from the sidelines, raised its head and roared, clearly showing its approval of Feng Zaixing and its disdain for the dancer.

A martial spirit of this caliber dares to call itself the White Tiger? What kind of level is that? They even share a name with the ancestors of their clan!

The roar of a tiger shook the forest, and Wu Yang's White Tiger Martial Soul collapsed instantly. Wu Siduo screamed "Ah!" and fell from the sky.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of white light shot out, condensing into a sword in the void, and swiftly caught the cat-eared girl who was being suppressed by the superior beastmen.

"You scoundrel, how can your spirit be so terrifying?"

The dizzy girl held her head in her hands, raised her shimmering eyes, and asked the powerful, godlike boy in a low voice, her face deathly pale.

This young man is special. He defeated his cousin, and his spirit roared at her, but it was he who stepped in and conjured a sword, preventing her from falling to her death on the ground.

To be honest, a delicate and agile Soul Master like her could easily fall to her death from a great height if she wasn't careful, and she was even forcibly stripped of her Martial Soul.

"As you can see, my soul is that of a tiger king. Your martial souls are not of sufficient quality, and you are destined to fall."

The wind blew again, ruffling the fur of the Heavenly Winged Tiger. It was soft, warm, and felt wonderful to the touch.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is the leader of the Tiger Clan, and the Heavenly Saint Winged God Tiger surpasses it, possessing absolute dominance over all Tiger Clan Soul Beasts and Soul Masters.

The Netherworld Cat is of inferior quality to the White Tiger, yet they share a bloodline connection, meaning it will only be suppressed even more severely.

A white light descended, enveloping Wu Yang, whose martial spirit had dissipated. This marked the end of the Ascension Platform journey for this genius ranked twenty-first on the list.

Wu Siduo stared blankly at the Heavenly Winged Tiger in its cat form, unable to look away, and asked with a pout:

"Could you tell me its name?"

"Awoo!" The Heavenly Winged Tiger proudly raised its head, the golden "King" character between its brows shimmering, and its long tail swaying quietly behind it.

My charm is truly invincible; with just a gentle roar, human geniuses are practically kneeling before me.

"No, it's a limited edition. The Spirit Pagoda has been discontinued for a long time."

Feng Zaixing casually said, "There might be other members of the same clan that are weaker than it. It depends on whether your family can afford the price and whether you can bear it."

"So precious..."

Wu Siduo spoke softly, her face slowly regaining color, her furrowed brows suggesting she might be calculating her allowance.

"Alright, I saved you because I didn't want to see meat sauce. You can leave now," Feng Zaixing said, waving his hand.

Wu Siduo's face immediately fell. She blinked and said pitifully, "You bad guy, can you tell me why you hit me so hard?"

This time, I came with my cousins ​​to experience the Spirit Ascension Platform during the riot period. We were killing soul beasts and chatting when three people rushed out and took them down.

My cousin was ranked thirtieth on the list of young geniuses. She was incredibly fast, but in the first exchange, she was punched in the abdomen by her opponent, who grabbed her ankle and used it as a weapon to throw her off the Ascension Platform.

My cousin is a rare beauty, but the man is so young and has no sense of chivalry whatsoever.

Enraged, his cousin attacked, unleashing the full power of his White Tiger Martial Soul. However, he fell to the ground in the brutal, visceral battle, losing both arms in just three rounds.

He was too ruthless, too violent; he seemed to be redefining the strength and fighting style of offensive Soul Masters.

"Your family has been known for its Netherworld White Tiger for generations. Your cousins ​​are a White Tiger and a Spirit Cat. It would be foolish not to be ruthless."

Feng Zaixing gave him a look that said, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" and said with a sneer, "I'm not stupid. Two three-ring Soul Masters' Martial Soul Fusion Skills threaten a Soul King."

"Also, I'm not called 'Bad Person,' I'm called Harosa now. Isn't that an insult?"

Is one bad guy enough to describe the Underworld Emperor? What's the difference between that and saying he can't kill?

Wu Siduo's little face froze: "...Harosa, you're right."

Damn it, she really wants to use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique too.

Na'er raised her eyebrows slightly, a barely perceptible glint flashing in her bright eyes, and waved goodbye with a sweet smile: "Sister, you're so beautiful and amazing! Shall we have another competition sometime?"

Wu Siduo forced a smile. "Okay, let's have a one-on-one match next time."

She emphasized her words, suggesting she never wanted to see a scoundrel like Feng Zaixing again.

Of course, the cat has dignity. The bad guy said that his martial soul was not strong enough. He himself must go back and practice hard to prove himself with the martial soul fusion technique.

We will not yield an inch in defending the dignity of cats!

Just as Wu Siduo was leaving gracefully, a standard broadcaster's electronic voice came from the sky.

"Attention all geniuses who have entered the Ascension Platform during the riot period: due to relevant technical adjustments, the Spirit Transfer Tower will accelerate spatial fusion, and the terrain will shrink by eighty percent."

"Oh?"

The sound echoed in his ears. Feng Zaixing looked up and saw the scenery around him distorting and changing rapidly.

When their vision cleared again, the three of them found themselves in a vast, open field.

In addition, there are many more people in the vicinity.

Xu Yucheng subconsciously moved closer to Feng Zaixing, his eyelids twitching incessantly. "There are four geniuses on the list here... a whole four. This is a bit dangerous..."

"Isn't that perfect? ​​The situation has changed, I won't hide anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zaixing's broad shoulders trembled, and his blood and soul merged into a battle bow. The fierce momentum immediately attracted the attention of many people, and he let out a clear and melodious long howl.

"Today, I challenge the most talented warriors. Those who dare to fight me, step forward; those who dare not fight, retreat to avoid being caught in the crossfire of arrows!"

As the grand voice fell, the crowd, including the four young geniuses on the list, glanced at the spirit ring at Feng Zaixing's feet, which was almost turning from purple to black, and simultaneously released their martial spirits, closing in.

"We have countless experts; it's not up to a mere second-ring Grand Soul Master like you to claim supremacy!"

"This guy is arrogant! Everyone, stand shoulder to shoulder and surround him!"

More than twenty geniuses surrounded him in an arc. The eighteenth-ranked Soft Bone Rabbit Soul Venerable smirked and strode towards Feng Zaixing, his figure soaring.

"I'll use my invincible golden body to create an opportunity for everyone to attack, watch me bend over... Ah!"

"Whoosh!"

The bowstring twanged like thunder, and an invisible arrow of light and fire whistled through the air, traveling dozens of meters in an instant, striking the Soft Bone Rabbit Soul Venerable squarely in the chest. A raging fire erupted, quickly turning him into a human torch.

"My bow and arrow ignore invincibility and deal true damage. Those who are weak and unprepared will be instantly killed."

Having easily dealt with the first person, Feng Zaixing remained calm and explained to everyone with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the geniuses who had surrounded him immediately changed color, and half of them began to back down.

"Sir, you've misunderstood. We were just passing by..."

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

The dozen or so people scattered like birds and beasts. Even if the wind picked up, they were not in a hurry. With three bowstrings twanged, the Shadowless Arrow pierced the sky and carried away three Great Soul Masters who had not escaped with the force of thunder and gale.

The spreading spiritual energy attracted a large amount of light and fire elements, which condensed into three arrows, each targeting one of the three young geniuses on the list of prodigies.

"You are the ones who are surrounded now," Feng Zaixing said with a light laugh.

The three geniuses exchanged glances, each with a fierce glint in their eyes.

"We'll fight you to the death!"

The three, imbued with their martial spirits, charged out together, their roars of tigers, dragons, and lions merging as they unleashed their individual skills to attack the young man who held a carved bow as full as a sculpted moon.

"We'll give it our all!"

Behind the three geniuses, six Soul Masters each displayed their abilities, composing a tragic song of throwing eggs against rocks.

"Well done! I give you the utmost respect!"

Feng Zaixing was extremely arrogant and unrestrained. He took a step forward with a slingshot, singing as he walked. When he got close, he drew a three-foot-long sword from his waist and cleaved the enemy in front of him with a single blow, displaying his heroic spirit.

"Today, Feng Zaixing challenges the proudest talents. Those who dare to fight, I await them at the Ascending Spirit Platform!"

A long wind rustled, and the green mountains rippled like waves. In Na'er and Xu Yucheng's eyes, they could clearly see Feng Zaixing's imposing figure in a green robe facing the enemy. His profile, half of which was vaguely visible, revealed his heroic spirit.

One man can command a multitude of heroes, and conquering the imperial examinations is a piece of cake.