Douluo Dragon King: The Calamity of the Dead, Reviving Qian Renxue

When Qian Gu Zhangting led a team of guards and stormed into the testing room with murderous intent, the air inside seemed to freeze instantly.

Leng Yaozhu frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in her crimson eyes.

Blood Eight's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

Meanwhile, the golden-haired lion-dog spirit on Luoyang's shoulder let out a low, hostile growl at the intruder.

That roar instantly attracted the attention of Qian Gu Zhang Ting.

His gaze was fixed on the golden phantom on Luo Yang's shoulder, and his face instantly darkened.

"That's my soul!" Qian Gu Zhangting spat out each word as if it were being forced out through clenched teeth. "Who do you think you are, daring to steal what I've set your sights on?"

Luo Yang didn't even bother to look at him.

"Qian Gu Zhang Ting," Leng Yaozhu said coldly, "this golden-haired lion-dog is the public property of the Spirit Pagoda, not your Qian Gu family's private possession. Moreover, today's soul beast riot was started because of you. What right do you have to shout and yell here?"

"Then why does he get it?!" Qian Gu Zhangting suddenly pointed at Luo Yang, his eyes filled with jealousy and hatred. "Did the Spirit Pagoda change its name to Leng sometime ago?!"

"Because it would be a waste in your hands." Leng Yaozhu's answer was simple and cruel. "A spirit beast like the Golden-haired Lion Mastiff needs a master who can match its ferocity. And you are not worthy."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Qian Guzhangting's face turned from red to white, and then from white to green.

That word "unworthy" was like a knife, stabbing him hard into his most vulnerable spot: his talent.

He is indeed not a top genius.

Despite the support of his family's resources, Si Huan's academic performance at the age of fourteen seemed impressive, but compared to true geniuses, it was simply not enough.

But his pride wouldn't allow him to admit it.

"Enough nonsense!" Qian Gu Zhangting took a deep breath, his killing intent almost tangible, and looked at Luo Yang: "You little bastard, hand over your soul now, then kneel down and kowtow to apologize. Perhaps... I can still spare your whole corpse."

The temperature inside the testing room seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

Sparks began to fly in Leng Yaozhu's narrowed crimson eyes.

Xue Ba exuded a dangerous aura.

The little lion-mastiff on Luoyang's shoulder bared its fangs and let out a threatening growl.

Then, Luoyang smiled.

A very soft laugh.

But it is especially clear in this tense moment.

"Your thing?" Luo Yang asked, as if he had heard a funny joke. "Now, it's mine."

He really couldn't understand where Qian Gu Zhang Ting got the confidence to issue such a death threat, even with Leng Yao Zhu clearly supporting him.

This not only shows a disregard for him, but also tramples on the authority of Leng Yaozhu, the deputy tower master.

But then I thought about it again.

In the original work, Qian Gu Zhangting's character is ambitious but incompetent, arrogant, good for nothing, and a troublemaker. He is a typical spoiled playboy, which seems to make sense now.

Some people are born to live in their own world, believing that the universe should revolve around them.

Qian Gu Zhangting's pupils suddenly contracted.

In all his life, no one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone, even with a hint of pitying mockery.

Not to mention, the other party also stole the soul that he was determined to get!

"Fine...very fine!" Qian Gu Zhangting laughed in fury, his soul power fluctuating violently. "Since you're so eager to die—"

He suddenly waved his hand.

"Take it down!"

however.

None of the guards behind him moved.

These people who managed to get jobs at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, aren't they all shrewd and capable?

The current situation is crystal clear.

Leng Yaozhu was clearly on the side of that boy, and the conflict between the Leng family and the Qian Gu family had long been public.

For these nobody actors earning a few thousand a month to get involved in such a battle of gods is practically suicide.

As a result, the scene became quite awkward.

The ancient pavilion was filled with a murderous aura, and the guards stood with their eyes downcast, as still as clay or wooden sculptures.

Luo Yang's expression became even stranger.

Xue Ba let out a sneer without any attempt to hide his disdain.

At that moment, Qian Gu Zhangting felt like a complete clown.

"Do you really think," Leng Yaozhu's voice grew even colder, "that just because you're the grandson of Qian Gu Dongfeng, you can do whatever you want in the Spirit Pagoda?"

"If you have anything to say, go talk to my grandfather!" Qian Gu Zhangting completely tore off his mask, sneering, "But today, this little bastard and that damned beast must die! I said it!"

Anyway, the Leng family and the Qian Gu family have long been at odds. So what if they completely break off relations today? He doesn't believe that his grandfather won't stand by his side!

"Didn't you want this soul beast?" Luo Yang suddenly asked.

His voice was calm, yet it startled Qian Gu Zhangting.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

Luo Yang raised his right hand and gently touched the corpse of the golden-haired mastiff in the corner of the room.

"I'll give it back to you."

"Buzz—"

Grayish-white ripples spread out.

The lifeless corpse of the giant beast suddenly...

Moved.

First, its claws twitched slightly, then its chest began to rise and fall, and finally, its tightly closed golden eyes suddenly opened!

"roar--!!!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the testing room!

The little lion-dog spirit on Luoyang's shoulder also stared wide-eyed at its "resurrected" corpse in disbelief.

No, I'm right here!

Who was resurrected?!

This is precisely the power of the Luoyang Martial Soul: to resurrect the dead.

And that's not all.

Luo Yang's thoughts stirred slightly.

The spirit of the little lion-mastiff on his shoulder transformed into a golden light and shot into the resurrected body.

The next second, a blinding light burst forth from the golden-haired lion mastiff's body!

Its body swelled in the light, and its golden fur became even more dazzling, as if molten gold was flowing.

Most strikingly, a tuft of crimson hair grows in the center of its forehead, resembling a crown of burning flames.

The Golden Lion Mastiff King!

A terrifying aura, several times stronger than before and imbued with nobility and indomitable spirit, swept out like a storm!

"What... what kind of ability is this?!"

Leng Yaozhu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Xue Ba also held his breath.

Qian Gu Zhangting's face turned ashen, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper rage: "Playing tricks! He's nothing but a beast."

He suddenly raised his hand, and a long staff, dark gold in color and carved with dragon patterns, appeared in his palm.

The ancient family's inherited martial spirit—the Panlong Staff!

The moment the staff appeared, a deep dragon's roar echoed in the room, carrying a natural pressure.

"In the end, they're just beasts!"

With a fierce shout, Qian Gu Zhang Ting unleashed three soul rings from beneath his feet—two yellow and one purple—which then slammed down upon the Golden Lion King!

But he underestimated two things.

First, the golden-haired lion mastiff is known for "ignoring the dragon's might," so the dragon's roar from the coiled dragon staff has no effect on it.

Secondly, the current Golden Lion King has undergone a qualitative leap in strength.

With a 300% boost to all attributes from the Luoyang Disaster Domain, coupled with the fusion of the soul and the undead body, this lion-mastiff's combat power has soared to a terrifying level.

"Bang!"

The moment the lion's claw collided with the coiled dragon staff, Qian Gu Zhangting's expression changed.

Such immense force!

Before he could react, the Golden Lion King's second claw came hurtling down!

This time, the claw-like wind tore through the air, creating three dark golden afterimages.

Qian Gu Zhangting hurriedly blocked with his staff.

"boom--!!!"

In an instant, he was forced back three steps, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the stick.

"How is this possible..." Shock flashed in Qian Gu Zhangting's eyes.

The Golden Lion King didn't care what he was thinking. The more it fought, the stronger it became, and the golden light around its body grew brighter and brighter. Every claw carried the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

The battle was no longer a burden for it, but a pleasure. The feeling of power filling its whole body, as if it could tear everything apart, was something it had never experienced in its previous life!

The battle was awesome!!

If it had felt a trace of humiliation as a king before being forced to become a spirit, now it only had one thought left in its mind.

Submitting to this human was the wisest choice it had ever made, without a doubt!

The lion roared in its heart, its attacks becoming increasingly ferocious.

Meanwhile, Qian Gu Zhang Ting was in an increasingly dire state.

His Panlong Staff Technique was originally a top-tier offensive combat technique, but under the absolute suppression of power and speed, he simply couldn't unleash it.

What's even more frightening is that the opponent seems to be constantly adapting and getting stronger during the battle!

Damn it... how could this beast's strength have increased so much?!

Qian Gu Zhangting was both shocked and furious.

In that instant when he was distracted...

"roar--!!!"

The Golden Lion King opened its mouth and let out a roar that was mixed with a mental shock! The sound waves spread out as if they were tangible.

Qian Gu Zhangting felt a sudden daze, and his movements slowed down by half a beat.

And at that very moment.

Three dark golden claw shadows tore through the air and hurtled toward his face!

Qian Gu Zhangting's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints as he strained to lift the Panlong Staff.

"Bang--!!!"

An even more intense roar.

This time, he was sent flying backward like a broken sack, crashing hard into the wall of the testing room. He then spat out a mouthful of blood, and the dragon-patterned staff flew out of his hand, landing on the ground with a thud.

lost.

They were utterly defeated.

Leng Yaozhu stared intently at the proudly standing golden lion-mastiff king, her heart filled with indescribable shock.

This strength... has definitely reached the Soul Saint level!

No, it might be even higher!

And all of this stemmed from that six-year-old child.

Her gaze shifted to Luoyang, who was looking thoughtfully at the lion mastiff, seemingly also surprised by this "unexpected delight."

That was indeed unexpected.

He was aware that resurrecting and controlling the undead was his martial soul talent.

However, the fusion of the soul with the "predecessor" resulting in evolution is indeed an unexpected surprise. This is by no means a simple 1+1=2, but rather a geometric increase in strength!

Typically, a Soul Master's Soul Spirit, especially those that are not their natal Soul Spirit, is mostly just "decorative," offering limited combat assistance.

The current Golden Lion King has transcended the scope of ordinary spirits and is more like a completely new existence, somewhere between a spirit and a spirit beast, possessing the advantages of both.

My situation is probably an extremely rare exception.

Because he can resurrect the undead body, and the soul can perfectly fit into and dominate this resurrected and strengthened "old body"...

Interesting... What a pleasant surprise.

Luo Yang smiled slightly, quite pleased with the discovery.