Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

The fact that the simulated ancestral images mistakenly harmed the descendants and were subsequently exposed as fraudulent is undoubtedly an absurd situation. Fortunately, the three members of Luan Hongchen had anticipated this situation.

After truthfully placing the blame on the Tang Sect, Long Chen accepted the facts and accurately criticized the Tang Sect.

A bunch of fraudulent bastards, aren't they afraid of misleading the younger generation? With their ancestors strengthened like this, how could any ghost possibly defeat them!

Seventy percent strength? Clearly, it's more than seventy percent! Pshaw!

"I'm so angry! The day I become a Limit Douluo, I'll definitely go and settle scores with the Tang Sect! They even dared to fabricate the strength of our ancestor! They have no shame at all..."

Long Chen dusted himself off and stood up. He cursed in various ways for a while, but it wasn't enough. He vowed that he would go and hold the Tang Clan accountable in the future.

Long Tianwu was about to persuade him when Luan Hongchen stopped him with a look, seemingly letting him have his way.

Ten thousand years ago, the Tang Sect declined, and the Shrek Seven Devils, with Lingbing Douluo at its core, revived it. The leader of that generation of Seven Devils was Dragon God Douluo Beibei, whose wife was Tang Ya, the then sect leader of the Tang Sect.

In other words, Long Chen is a descendant of the Tang Sect Master and the legendary Seven Monsters from ten thousand years ago.

His attack on the Tang Clan would be a rare and exciting event. Rounding it up, it would be equivalent to the former leader of the Tang Clan rebelling against the Tang Clan. Not only would Luan Hongchen not stop Long Chen, he would also be happy to see it happen.

"Young man, you have ambition, keep your spirits up! Well done! I'd like to take you on as my personal disciple, what do you say?"

"Disciple Long Chen pays respects to my master! I will diligently cultivate in the future and seek the Tang Sect to fulfill this long-cherished wish."

Long Chen was clearly a person who knew how to improve. Under the dumbfounded gazes of Long Tianwu and his wife, he quickly bowed three times and hugged the Dean's leg.

The family had long since figured out the key points of the Holy Dragon's cultivation. With the guild leader in the four-word battle armor, Shi Tang was of no benefit to him whatsoever. There was no need to hesitate in choosing sides!

His loyalty to the Six Stars Society is undoubtedly tied to his loyalty to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy!

"Hahaha, good! With Chen'er, how can I worry about the academy's decline, or the Shrek Academy and Tang Sect's invincibility!"

Luan Hongchen stretched out his arms and laughed loudly, his laughter so loud that it could be clearly heard for hundreds of meters around. It was unclear whether he was happy to have taken on a good apprentice or happy to be able to give Shi Tang a big job.

Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun: "..."

Isn't this scene a little too harmonious?

At this moment, another portal reacted, and Na'er, with silver hair and purple eyes, descended from the sky. Her posture was elegant, but her little face looked aggrieved, which was very heartbreaking.

"Xiao Ding Douluo is so powerful! He shattered all three cauldrons and still couldn't win. That's terrifying..."

Na'er drooped her little head and muttered to herself, pouting, her bright, slightly purple eyes listless.

Su Mengjun couldn't bear to see the little one looking so pitiful, so she quickly stepped forward and hugged her, whispering words of comfort:

"Na'er, don't be sad. Yu Xin was able to defeat Xiao Ding Douluo by taking a shortcut and attacking her main body directly. Na'er was able to shatter her Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, which is already very impressive..."

"Really?" Na'er's bright eyes lit up, shimmering like waves.

"Really, she tried several times before she won. Na'er achieved such a good result on her first try. Only your brother is better than you."

Su Mengjun spoke softly, offering both comfort and heartfelt words.

Anyway, she never passed Xiao Ding Douluo's test when she was young.

A moment later, the third gate responded, and Yu Xin came out.

This time, however, the usually radiant descendant of the Yu family seemed to have suffered some tremendous blow. His eyes were vacant, his face was bloodless, and his red lips were unhealthy and pale.

"How could this be? How could her body and spirit rings be so strong..."

Yu Xin muttered to herself, but it was hard to understand what she was saying. Na'er held her hand and shook it for a while before she regained her composure.

"What's wrong, Sister Yu? Is the Dragon Butterfly Douluo challenge really that scary?"

Na'er looked shaken, her heart pounding. It seemed that the opponent she had encountered was quite humane.

Long Tianwu and Luan Hongchen, having witnessed Yu Xin's battle, both smiled wryly and offered words of comfort:

"Xiao Xin, don't be too disappointed. Even the Sky-Supporting Douluo and the Vast Ocean Douluo back then tried many times before they persevered. Many Limit Douluos were no match for them when they were young."

"I know, I just... didn't expect it."

Yu Xin forced a smile, a smile that looked utterly forced; her opponent was far too unusual.

Shortly after, Long Chen pointed at the screen and shouted, "Look, the boss has defeated the images of the Three-Legged Golden Toad Laughing at the Mortal World, Destruction Douluo, and Cai Tou. The battle with Dragon Butterfly Douluo has also entered the final stage."

Everyone looked up. Yu Xin smiled bitterly, while Na'er prayed that Feng Zaixing wouldn't suffer too much.

At this very moment, the virtual Dragon Butterfly Douluo standing opposite Feng Zaixing unfurled a pair of golden butterfly wings from his back and held a giant hammer capable of crushing the air.

On the handle of the giant hammer, three black spirit rings fluttered, emitting an aura as deep and dark as a prison.

……

"What the hell? How could Tang Wutong, at the Soul Master stage, have completed the Soul Rings for the Clear Sky Hammer? Was the Tang Sect's planner drunk and filled in the data with their feet?"

Feng Zaixing looked at his obviously abnormal opponent, his forehead covered in dark lines.

Judging from this situation, the simulation shows that Tang Wutong can maintain flight while using the Clear Sky Hammer. The only thing missing is for her to use the soul skills of two martial souls at the same time.

"The examiner is Feng Zaixing. The difficulty level is Red. The ultimate test is to endure for ten minutes in front of a Three-Ring Dragon Butterfly Douluo with 70% of his strength."

A monotone, mechanical voice echoed through the heavens and earth, announcing the start of a new battle.

In the spiritual realm, the Heavenly Winged Tiger stood upright on its hind legs, howling and shouting that it was unfair:

"Awooo! I've seen outrageous things, but I've never seen anything this outrageous! Old Feng, you go and fuck this woman hard! Shoot her to death with arrows! Shoot her to death!"

"I also want to finish her off quickly, but this woman's fighting ability is completely abnormal."

In the blink of an eye, Feng Zaixing had already cursed the designer's ancestors for eighteen generations.

He had just fought against Tang Wutong, a peak second-ring cultivator. She withstood two of his Blood Explosion Fists before falling, demonstrating a defensive strength no less than that of the Bone Dragon King Soul Master he had killed.

The physical enhancement brought by the Goddess of Light Butterfly is not as good as that of the White Tiger. This is not the Goddess of Light Butterfly, but the Goddess of Light Butterfly that has absorbed the bloodline of the Golden Dragon!

Using two martial souls simultaneously, the opponent's explosive power was much stronger than that of the Panlong Staff. Feng Zaixing even suspected that the Haotian Hammer was not a normal hammer, but he had no evidence.

The high numerical value was secondary; what truly impressed him was the opponent's terrifyingly strong combat awareness, giving him the illusion of fighting a Title Douluo.

As everyone knows, Tang Wutong, formed by the fusion of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er's bloodlines, has no noteworthy combat skills, and her battle record, achieved through high stats, is even worse than Ye Guyi's.

Watching his opponent raise his hammer and slam it to the ground with tremendous force, Feng Zaixing couldn't help but chuckle. If Tang Wutong really had these skills, she could have single-handedly destroyed the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years ago, instead of being a mere accessory or a dog chain in the Tang family.

"You dare to bully me with just an image? I, Feng Zaixing, will test my skills on you today! What Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie can do, I, Feng Zaixing, will do too!"

The second soul ring shimmered with a slow, rhythmic light, and surging blood energy was released from his body. Six clusters of bright flames burned in his palms, merging and alternating with the blood energy to condense into two three-foot-long swords.

With his sacred body and martial spirit displaying their power, surrounded by silver light, Feng Zaixing's true form rapidly expanded into a small giant over two meters tall, as if he had grown up for many years in an instant.

Without a word, Feng Zaixing merged with his sword, entering a state of oneness with the sword. His kingly sword intent was released without reservation, and the invisible sword energy cut through the air, causing the surrounding temperature to rise.

"Clang!"

The sword rang out, and the wind rose again. With a condensed slash, the sword energy transformed into a fierce tiger, carrying him into the air for a battle. The two swords crossed into a cross, attacking the Haotian Hammer, which had three black rings, like a meteor chasing the moon!

"null--"

The violent collision stirred up the clouds, causing both sides to retreat simultaneously. Feng Zaixing retreated five steps, mimicking Tang Wutong's use of soul power to employ an extremely skillful method of deflecting force, thus only retreating two steps.

"A power-refining technique that even ordinary titled Douluo can't use, excellent, truly impressive!"

After a single blow that put him at a disadvantage, the wind rose again, and his fighting spirit intensified. He drew his sword to the sky, assuming a posture he had never shown before. His aura quickly became ethereal and unfathomable, as if he had deeply merged into the world around him.

Outside, Luan Hongchen was taken aback and said, "Accumulating power? He was hiding this move? This self-created soul skill is extremely rare."

Long Tianwu was equally surprised and whispered, "I don't know how Sky Douluo got past her, but I know that Palace Master Chen succeeded back then by half fighting and half stalling for time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luan Hongchen, Su Mengjun, and Yu Xin, who knew Chen Xinjie's strength well, all had a thought. If Feng Zaixing could do what Chen Xinjie couldn't do when he was young, it would mean that his talent was even better than Chen Xinjie's.

Chen Xinjie is a near-god among martial arts masters, the second-best player on the mainland's popularity chart. What will Feng Zaixing's future hold?

At that moment, Feng Zaixing from inside the Gate of Heroes roared, "Uncle Long, unplug the internet cable!"