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

The enormous phantom of the Dark Dragon King lunged forward, its jet-black dragon wings drooping down as if they were solid, instantly shielding Xiao Huangtian completely behind it.

Those vertical pupils looked past his daughter and fixed on Qian Xunji, their gaze filled with undisguised wariness: "Why are you with my daughter?"

Before she could finish speaking, the Dark Dragon King's massive soul suddenly paused. She abruptly turned her head, her enormous breath close to Little Emperor's, sniffing carefully, her pupils instantly shrinking to slits: "Your bloodline... what's going on?"

This aura was so powerful that it made Long's heart tremble. Because she herself was completely inferior to it.

Seeing his mother on the verge of losing control, Xiao Huangtian quickly emerged halfway out from behind the dark dragon wings and stood in front of Qian Xunji, saying, "Mom, don't do it, he's a good person."

"A good person?" The Light Dragon King let out a low, cold snort, and the light elements in the entire underground cavity instantly surged.

"Angels, gods to humankind, are they not even half good!"

Faced with the two dragon kings' sharp hostility, Qian Xunji did not back down an inch.

"Perhaps you really should thank me." Qian Xunji straightened his sleeves, which had been wrinkled by the strong wind.

"Or rather, thank you, Angel King."

The two dragon souls, one of light and one of darkness, stopped moving simultaneously, and the elemental turbulence froze for a moment.

"Angel God King?" the Light Dragon King roared, his voice filled with doubt. They had fallen too soon; that long period of time was just a blank page for them.

"good."

"Back then, the God of Asura cleaved the Dragon God in two with a single sword strike, pushing your dragon race to its end. But you probably don't know what happened afterward."

He looked at the two giant dragons: "The Angel God tricked the Asura God, stole his power, and stepped on his divine position to ascend to the throne of God King. The once arrogant Asura God was forcibly knocked down from the God Realm and fell to the mortal realm. In order to return to the God Realm, he could only slaughter sea spirit beasts on the sea to prove his Dao through killing. Even so, in the end, he only barely managed to regain the position of a first-level god."

Qian Xunji helplessly spread his hands: "The murderer who cleaved the Dragon God back then has ended up in this state, and has a blood feud with the Angel God King. As dragons, shouldn't you thank the Angel God, and thank me?"

The enormous soul of the Light and Dark Dragon King froze in mid-air.

This statement contains a lot of information. The invincible Asura God actually fell from his pedestal? And his power was even taken away by the Angel God King?

Before the two dragon kings could recover from this revolutionary historical event, Qian Xunji took a step forward.

"Not only that." Qian Xunji's gaze fell back on Xiao Huangtian, "Huangtian also completed the evolution of his bloodline with my help."

Qian Xunji's voice echoed within the great cave: "Now, she not only possesses the light and dark bloodlines of both of you, but also the primal inheritance of the Ice and Fire Dragon King, as well as the foundation of the Mountain Dragon King. Shouldn't you thank me for that?"

Upon hearing this, the Light and Dark Dragon King immediately probed the Little Emperor with his spiritual power.

When their divine senses carefully probed the bloodline within the young emperor's body, they had no choice but to believe that what the man said was true.

That is the true superior bloodline.

Five ultimate powers intertwined and merged perfectly within her body, forming a suppressive force that even made these two pure-blooded dragon kings feel oppressed. It was an aura that surpassed that of the nine dragon kings.

The Dark Dragon King withdrew her spiritual power, the hostility in her eyes replaced by solemnity. She looked at Qian Xunji and let out a complex sigh: "You, a human, have gone to such lengths for a soul beast… what is it all for?"

Qian Xunji looked at the two ancient, remnant souls and uttered four words:

"The Dragon God Reappears."

The air inside the underground cavity instantly became still, and the flow of light and dark elements ceased.

The Light and Dark Dragon King stared blankly at Qian Xunji, then turned to look at Xiao Huangtian.

Dragon God.

That was the creator of the entire dragon race, an indescribable supreme being. In their minds, the Dragon God was unique. How could even their own child possibly, and how dare they, lay a finger on that position?

This is no longer ambition; it is a blatant desecration and usurpation of the dragon ancestors!

The golden light in the eyes of the Light Dragon King suddenly intensified, and his enormous dragon soul erupted, instantly igniting a fury caused by the violation of his faith.

He opened his enormous mouth, ready to vehemently denounce this absurd delusion.

But before the Light Dragon King could utter a sound from his throat...

Qian Xunji's gaze turned icy, and he made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand.

"Zheng—!"

A clear, sharp sword cry shattered the tension on the field.

The ultimate artifact, [Angel's Oath]!

The sword's edge pointed diagonally at the ground, forcing back the words that the Light Dragon King was about to utter.

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Haotian Palace, Earth Hammer Temple.

Tang Xiao stopped in front of two massive, dark gold bronze doors, each weighing tens of thousands of kilograms. He turned around and gave Yu Xiaogang, who was following behind him, a cold, sharp look.

"You wait outside the hall," Tang Xiao's voice left no room for argument.

Yu Xiaogang's brows furrowed tightly. He considered himself a master of theory and had free access to the Spirit Hall in that world. Now, being treated as an outsider and stopped at the door naturally stirred up resentment in his heart. However, he dared not show the slightest expression on his face and could only grit his teeth and obediently retreat to the edge of the steps.

The heavy bronze door slowly opened a crack, and Tang Xiao led Tang San inside. The door then slammed shut, completely isolating Yu Xiaogang from the outside.

Inside the main hall, there was no magnificent gold and jade as I had imagined; instead, there was a strong, dry, rusty smell.

Tang San looked up and saw a colossal statue, tens of meters tall, standing in the very center. The statue wasn't of a heavily armored war god, but rather a shirtless man with bulging muscles. The man sat cross-legged amidst a pile of oddly shaped, even somewhat twisted, metal ores, a hammer resting across his knees, his gaze fixed intently ahead.

This is Tang Jun, the god of the earth hammer who became a deity by forging metal and imbuing inanimate objects with spirituality.

Directly beneath the colossal statue, an elderly man dressed in a long, coarse gray robe knelt on a prayer mat with his back to them. There was no trace of soul power emanating from him; he appeared to be just a robust, ordinary old man.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the old man did not turn around, but slowly stood up.

"Xiao'er, what brings you here?" The old man's voice, though aged, was still strong and resonant, echoing faintly in the empty hall. "Is there something wrong outside?"

Tang Xiao quickly stepped forward and knelt down behind the old man: "Greetings, Grandfather. Everything is fine outside, but there is a strange matter that I cannot decide and must ask you to make a decision yourself."

Tang Chen then slowly turned around.

His gaze passed over Tang Xiao and landed directly on Tang San behind him. When he saw Tang San's face clearly, Tang Chen's usually calm eyes involuntarily contracted.