Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

"Scheming against that auspicious beast? It's her honor to be a part of Xiao Qi, providing the foundation for her ascension to godhood!"

Faced with Di Tian's accusatory accusations, Tang San's divine sense revealed a mocking smile of indifference, but his heart sank.

His first chance to attack had been exhausted, and he would have to use a second chance to fight again. However, if he did that, it would be difficult for his spiritual consciousness, which was not nourished by any physical substance, to remain clear.

"No matter what, we must reclaim the Golden Dragon Spear!"

A resolute thought surged through his mind. Tang San feigned composure, pointed his halberd at Di Tian and the others, and shouted from afar:

"You lowly rats are as weak as ants before this God-King. If you return the Golden Dragon Spear now and kneel down to repent, this God-King may spare your lives. Otherwise, when this God-King returns..."

"What makes you so arrogant, a mere wisp of divine consciousness?! I, the King, will demand repayment for the blood debt owed to the auspicious beast!"

Di Tian darted out, his hand transforming into a dragon claw covered in scales in mid-air, and actually grabbed at the trident mark of the sea god.

What's so great about bending the Golden Dragon Spear? True skill lies in fighting against the ultimate artifact's mark!

The Emperor Beast has fallen, taking its fortune with it. From then on, the Star Dou Great Forest has been plagued by misfortune, and Tang San is responsible for all the blood debts!

At the same time, the Demon King, Zi Ji, Xiong Jun who was freed from his confinement as time passed, and the Evil Soul Master Puppet also made their moves, launching a group attack on Tang San's divine sense!

"Those ignorant fools, causing endless trouble!"

Tang San's divine sense went berserk. He shook the trident of the Sea God and used the Unpredictable Storm, which was created by the former Sea God and was known as the strongest control in the God Realm. In the blink of an eye, a large golden halo appeared in the sky.

Outside the battlefield, a glint flashed in Na'er's eyes as she said to Gu Yue, "I'll lend you the Silver Dragon Spear, and you lend me the Golden Dragon Spear, quick!"

Gu Yue looked at her in surprise. "What do you want to do?"

Na'er summoned her martial spirit and took the initiative, saying, "Don't ask me. Do you want the Silver Dragon Spear? Do you want the Golden Dragon King's sealed energy?"

"Of course."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue did not hesitate at all. He handed over the Golden Dragon Spear and then grabbed the Silver Dragon Spear from the other party, holding it tightly. A very beautiful smile appeared on his lips.

My own magic weapon is still the most convenient.

Amidst the fierce and earth-shattering battle, two beautiful figures quietly approached the battlefield.

At a certain moment, a flash of light appeared, and the golden and silver dragon spears shot out from behind, piercing through Tang Wulin's body.

Eighteen golden sealing wheels appeared on his body. The first six shattered one after another at an extremely fast speed, and streams of energy essence surged out along the dragon spear.

"No~~!"

Tang San let out a heart-wrenching roar, and his blue-gold eyes instantly turned blood red.

"You're all going to die! You're all going to die!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Take my Dragon God Claw!"

Di Tian transformed into his true form as a black dragon, activated spatial teleportation behind him, and his black dragon claws shimmered with seven-colored light as he smashed towards the golden trident.

"boom--"

After the devastating collision, the deserted park was razed to the ground.

"Tang San, what happened today is just the beginning. We will settle the blood debt with you against the auspicious beasts and Xing Dou sooner or later!"

The sounds of Di Tian and the other ferocious beasts faded into the horizon. Tang San, his divine sense filled with grief and indignation, looked at the ravaged earth, his heart screaming wildly:

"Why? Why did the soul beasts of Douluo Star attack Wu Lin, ruining my supposedly flawless plan! Why is it so difficult to do something for Douluo Star?!"

"What you're doing is jeopardizing my grand plan! You'll all die, you'll all die!"

Clusters of azure light mist covered the restless twelve layers of seals, and the trident of the sea god's mark burned rapidly, as if fighting against a mad golden dragon.

"Tang San, this is your retribution! Do you see? My sister will avenge me!"

The frenzied dragon roar nearly shattered Tang San's divine sense, and the Golden Dragon King let out a victor's laugh.

Besides him, there is another Dragon King in the Dragon Clan who has not yet perished. Although his sister's strength is far inferior to his, she is enough to stir up a wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness.

"Damn it, you dragons deserve to die, all dragons deserve to die..."

Deep within Tang Wulin's sea of ​​consciousness, the solemn and sacred palace collapsed under the counterattack of the Golden Dragon King. Tang San's divine sense was so shocked that his eyes were about to burst, and he tried his best to maintain the stability of the seal.

Half an hour later, the golden trident mark hanging in the air burned out, and Tang Wulin's body fell heavily to the ground.

As he closed his eyes, Tang San used his divine sense to examine his son's body, and a hint of relief appeared on his tightly furrowed brows.

"Fortunately, there are still some remnants left in the sixth layer of the seal. I can absorb some, and Wu Lin can absorb some as well."

"After this, who knows how long they'll be asleep before they wake up? Those guys are seriously injured, we absolutely mustn't have any more accidents..."

Filled with hatred and resentment, those blue-gold eyes closed completely.

This expenditure was too great. Hopefully, Wu Lin can enter Shrek Academy soon and obtain the Vast Ocean Universe Crystal he left there, otherwise...

After a while.

"Achoo!"

The wind woke the sleeping boy, Tang Wulin, who stood up while sneezing. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, his big eyes filled with question marks.

"Am I sleepwalking? Where am I?"

Tang Wulin took out his soul-guided communicator, dialed a familiar number, and quickly said:

"Xie Xie, I don't know where I've sleepwalked to, please come and find me..."

……

a few days later.

Southern Legion, Angel Family Base.

A dazzling angelic light streaked across the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye, flying towards a palace that resembled a castle in the sky, bathed in starlight and moonlight.

In the legion commander's office, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Le Zheng'en stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched the new members of his family take their places.

"null--"

As his feet touched the ground, a rich sense of life rushed into his nostrils. Feng Zaixing surveyed this unique environment, his eyes shining.

He stood on an octagonal altar as white as jade, with a long sword of restrained brilliance floating in the center of the altar. Three pairs of faintly visible wings of light spread out from both sides of the sword, surrounded by extremely pure radiance.

The moment Feng Zaixing saw it, a flash of inspiration struck him: this thing is destined for me.

Dressed in ancient robes, Le Zhengyang exuded an air of otherworldly elegance. He stroked his beard and chuckled as he said, "This is the family's secret ground. Every direct disciple who advances to the Soul Venerable realm will come here for a period of seclusion to receive their first sacred baptism, thereby allowing their Martial Soul to fully awaken and their Angel to take shape."

"In addition, you will receive a inherited soul spirit."

"Inherit the soul?" Feng Zaixing looked at Le Zhengyang, his face beaming with anticipation.

"Yes, it's something like the source of the spirit. It doesn't directly provide soul skills, but it can enhance your special abilities in a certain area, usually the control or burst of divine energy."

"It generally doesn't have much combat power, but it is very spiritual and has the ability to speak that only a soul that has lived for 100,000 years can possess."

Le Zhengyang nodded, pointed to the lightsaber in the center of the altar, his expression becoming extremely solemn, and said slowly:

"This is our family's divine artifact, the Angelic Divine Sword. Only the patriarchs of each generation who have reached the pinnacle of their cultivation can wield and use it. The inherited soul spirit is made from the energy it absorbs and exhales."

Feng Zaixing raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it the one from the Angel God twenty thousand years ago?"

"right."

Le Zhengyang's face showed reminiscence, a mixture of pride, regret, helplessness, and determination... which ultimately turned into a sigh of regret.

"Our ancestors went through many twists and turns to find it and did their best to restore its former glory, but it no longer has a true master. A holy angel is ultimately not a six-winged angel."

Looking down at the young descendant, the old man said with anticipation, "But perhaps in a few years, it will be pulled out by a new owner."

Feng Zaixing gazed at the divine sword, feeling an inexplicable sense of closeness, but reason told him that he had no strength to get close to it at the moment.

"How heavy is the divine sword?" Feng Zaixing asked with great interest.

"Not much, thirty-six thousand catties," Le Zhengyang said lightly.

Feng Zaixing's lips twitched: "If I'm not destined for it for now, how long does it typically take to undergo this baptism in seclusion here?"

"Everyone goes through this process over the course of a year, gradually mastering the angel family's legacy, starting with sacrifice."

Le Zhengyang's expression turned serious, and he slowly said, "Your martial soul is special. Every month, I will use the Origin Fire to temper your martial soul and soul power. That will be very painful. Do you think you can withstand it? Most geniuses only need to do it once every three months."

"Give it a try."

Feng Zaixing shrugged, stomped his foot in front of him, and Huihe's angelic light soared high in the sky. He smiled and said:

"The lineage of the original body has always been about risking one's life; if possible, I would also like to use your flames to temper my physical body and enhance my foundation, but I know that is too dangerous."

Le Zhengyang's eyes lit up: "Great! I can make an exception and allow Mu Ye to come here."

"Are you kidding?" Feng Zaixing asked with a smile.

"nonsense."

Le Zhengyang squinted and smiled, "You should know what I expect from you, right?"

"Become a god." Feng Zaixing pointed at the Angelic Divine Sword, his bright eyes unconsciously turning golden, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

"Yes! We will spare no effort for this goal. The innate esoteric methods require resources, and we have plenty here!"

Le Zhengyang spoke forcefully, a resolute expression on his face: "As long as we can create another true god, let alone make an exception, I wouldn't hesitate to give up even my own life!"

"I can handle matters concerning a thousand different schools of thought!"