Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Faced with its questioning, Qian Xunji's smile faded.

How can you be so sure my patience will allow you to finish your next sentence?

The moment the words fell, [Angel's Oath] was gripped tightly in his hand, and a golden sword beam slashed out instantly, ignoring the distance in space.

"Pfft!"

The Vast Sea Wind Dragon had no time to react defensively; it only felt a chill on its head. Its azure dragon horn, tempered for hundreds of thousands of years, was severed at the root by the sword light, and it tumbled into the sea below, accompanied by a spray of hot, bloody dragon blood.

The excruciating pain caused the Vast Sea Wind Dragon to let out a miserable scream, but what made it feel even more desperate than the pain was the difference in strength contained in that sword strike.

It was afraid.

It knew that the human in front of it was not negotiating with it at all.

If it tries to fight, it can't even stop the opponent's finger; if it tries to run, with the Golden Dragon Carp leading the way, it will be dragged out and skinned alive no matter where it runs.

Since death is inevitable either way, sacrificing oneself might at least leave behind a sliver of hope for resurrection.

"Fine, fine! I admit defeat!"

Despite the excruciating pain from its severed horn, the Vast Ocean Wind Dragon coiled its massive body in mid-air. It glared fiercely at the Golden Dragon Carp hiding behind it:

"Golden Dog Carp, you bastard, just you wait! If they really succeed, the first thing I'll do after I'm resurrected is skewer you and roast you!"

After shouting those harsh words, Han Hai Feng Long no longer hesitated.

It let out a desolate dragon roar, and its entire body instantly burst into dazzling blue-green flames.

The enormous azure wind dragon rapidly dissolved in the flames, transforming into an extreme azure torrent that surged towards Huangtian. A 100,000-year soul ring was slowly taking shape amidst the intertwining of energy.

Hearing the dying words of the Vast Ocean Wind Dragon, the Golden Dragon Carp was so frightened that all the golden scales on its body stood on end.

It shrunk behind Qian Xunji's calves with a "whoosh," its two long whiskers clinging tightly to the hem of Qian Xunji's clothes, and poked out half of its round fish head, howling at the top of its lungs.

"Waaaaah... Ancestor! Did you hear that? This dead mudfish was about to die and it still wanted to eat me! If it comes back to life, my hundred or so pounds of flesh won't even be enough to fill its teeth!"

The golden dragon carp, while squeezing out imaginary tears through its large fish eyes, rubbed its slippery head against Chihiro's leg: "Waaah, human ancestors, I'm the hero who showed you the way, you definitely won't abandon me in the future, right? If you abandon me, I'll really become a grilled fish!"

Looking at the dragon carp, Qian Xunji found it somewhat amusing. He reached out and patted its enormous head lightly.

"Want me to be your lucky charm? We'll see how you perform."

Upon hearing this, the golden dragon carp immediately burst into laughter through its tears, "Alright! Ancestor, just you wait and see!"

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Shrek Academy.

Inside the dimly lit wooden house, Yu Xiaogang, satisfied after breaking through to level 30, pushed open the door and left. His silhouette appeared lighter than ever before in the moonlight, and even his perpetually hunched shoulders straightened a bit.

The wooden door was closed again, and the room fell silent once more, with only Titan's weak breathing remaining.

Tang San stood there looking at his hands, his mind racing.

Yu Xiaogang's successful breakthrough opened a door to a completely new world for Tang San. He originally thought that the devouring power awakened by the Blue Silver Grass could only be used to nourish himself and accelerate his cultivation. But as it turns out, as long as he was willing to act as a transfer station, this power could be used to elevate the cultivation of others!

Not only can it enhance soul power, but it also contains the immense life force of a Soul Douluo.

"Since it can help Teacher overcome the decades-old flaw in his martial soul, then... can this life essence be used to help Xiao Wu recover from her injuries?"

Once this idea takes root in your mind, it spreads like wildfire and becomes unstoppable.

Tang San abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Titan. Titan's once burly body had become somewhat thin. His ruddy face had turned ashen. But he still gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single plea for mercy.

In Tang San's eyes, the Titan before him was no longer any of his father's old subordinates.

He became a treasure trove, an inexhaustible treasure trove of flesh and blood.

"Senior Titan, for Xiao Wu's sake, I can only ask you to put up with this for a little longer. Since you are my father's retainer, I'm sure you are doing this willingly to share your master's burdens."

Tang San offered himself a word of comfort. Then, he once again channeled his soul power.

The dark purple Blue Silver Grass vines, like venomous snakes attracted by the smell of blood, once again burrowed into the wound on Titan's body.

This time, Tang San didn't pursue quantity, but instead focused all his energy on purification. Xiao Wu was currently severely injured, and her internal organs were extremely fragile.

Tang San closed his eyes tightly, his Xuan Tian Gong operating at full capacity within his body. He channeled the power extracted from Titan's body into his own meridians, using his own soul power as a millstone to grind away the violent attributes bit by bit, extracting only the purest life force and gentle soul power, which he then carefully stored in his dantian.

The entire process lasted for nearly half an hour. It wasn't until Tang San felt his meridians throbbing and were about to reach their limit that he reluctantly severed the connection with the Blue Silver Grass.

The Titan on the ground groaned and passed out.

Tang San checked and found that Titan was still breathing, so he didn't bother with Titan's life or death. He wiped the blood off his hands with a rag, straightened his robes, pushed open the door, and his figure disappeared into the night of the camp like a ghost.

The pungent smell of herbs filled a quiet bedroom in the front yard of the camp.

The healing-type Soul Master in charge of care had just left, and the room was quiet. Tang San pushed open the door and quickly walked to the bedside.

On the bed, Xiao Wu lay quietly. Her body was wrapped in thick bandages, and even in her unconscious state, her delicate brows were still tightly furrowed in pain. Every weak breath pulled at her broken ribs, causing a slight, uneasy tremor.

Seeing Xiao Wu's miserable state, Tang San felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Xiao Wu, don't be afraid, brother is here to save you."

Tang San sat down on the edge of the bed and gently picked up Xiao Wu's small hand that was sticking out of the bandage.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his heartache and panic, and pulled out the short knife from his waist. In order to prevent Xiao Wu from suffering more pain, Tang San did not cut anywhere else on her body, but instead gently made a cut less than half an inch long on the tip of her index finger.

As soon as the bright red blood seeped out, a strand of blue silver grass burrowed into the wound.

Tang San held his breath, controlling the purified life force in his dantian, and channeled it little by little into Xiao Wu's meridians along the veins of the Blue Silver Grass.