Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

Before Tang Wulin could react to Wu Changkong's last words, the carriage began to shake violently once again.

The explosions came from ahead, closer and more frequent than before.

The overhead lights went out completely, plunging the carriage into darkness. Occasionally, flashes of light from explosions outside the windows briefly illuminated the passengers' terrified and contorted faces.

Screams erupted from all directions. People were shoving each other in the darkness, and others were being trampled in the aisle. The entire carriage had become a sealed container of chaos.

Tang Wulin was swept away by the crowd and surged backward, unaware of how far he had run.

As the crowd dispersed slightly, he rushed into another carriage.

A person suddenly appeared.

It was a young man dressed in a black robe standing in the center of the carriage, while the surrounding passengers had already fled.

He held the black package high in his hand, tore open the outer black plastic bag, revealing a cylindrical object inside that gleamed with a dark metallic luster.

Soul-guided cannonballs!

"By the Demon Emperor!"

The black-robed youth's fanatical roar exploded in the carriage.

Tang Wulin's body reacted before his brain did.

He turned and ran, running back as fast as he could, while the crowd behind him screamed, pushed, and scattered.

But where is there a safe place?

The train was enclosed, and everyone was trapped in this long, narrow metal box. When shells fell, there was nowhere to escape!

An explosion has occurred!

A scorching wave of fire rushed over from behind, sending Tang Wulin flying.

The deafening roar and the shrill sound of metal tearing apart filled his ears.

Fragments flew everywhere, the heat was scorching, and consciousness was almost shattered in an instant!

His whole body suddenly lit up!

Golden light burst forth from his body, and the golden soul ring automatically appeared, spinning rapidly around his body. Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented sense of power surged from his limbs and bones.

The Golden Dragon King's sealing power—his first soul skill—activated on its own without any warning.

"Golden Dragon Body"!

Golden blood and energy condensed on his body surface as if it were a tangible substance, coating his skin with a dark golden luster.

When the scorching heatwave struck him, it was forcibly torn open by the golden light, splitting off on either side of him.

The shards struck him with a dull thud before bouncing off.

Tang Wulin fell heavily to the ground, his whole body aching as if it were falling apart, but he was still alive.

The Golden Dragon King's autonomous defense power withstood the most fatal blow for him.

He lay panting heavily amidst the ruins, his ears ringing, unable to hear anything clearly.

Another explosion, then another, and another.

The train shook violently amidst the continuous explosions. Tang Wulin felt as if he had been stuffed into an iron box and then thrown into a washing machine.

He desperately tried to grab onto something to steady himself.

After an unknown amount of time, the explosions finally stopped.

Tang Wulin lay on the ruins, his lungs aching as if they had been burned.

Not only screams rang in my ears, but also a piercing alarm, as the train's automatic alarm system had been triggered.

Outside the window, half of the train had derailed and lay askew beside the tracks, with a huge gap torn between the carriages.

He struggled to prop himself up and looked around.

That was a scene he would never forget in his life.

The train carriage was almost completely destroyed, with charred marks everywhere on the shattered seats.

The bodies lay scattered across the ruins, some pierced by shrapnel, others burned beyond recognition by the intense heat.

Blood pooled on the twisted floor, forming thin streams that flowed slowly down the slope of the railway tracks.

A few people are still barely surviving.

A middle-aged man was crawling on the ground, dragging a leg that had been severed below the knee, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

Tang Wulin looked away, not daring to look any longer.

His gaze shifted to the front of the train.

The rear half of the train, which had been blown apart, lay here askew, but the front half had already been dragged forward a long way by the locomotive.

Amidst the thick smoke and flames, he could barely make out the outline of half a train on the distant tracks.

The teacher is still there!

Tang Wulin tried to stand up, but as soon as he did, excruciating pain throughout his body felt like countless needles piercing his bones.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees again.

He braced his hands on the shattered metal fragments, the shards cutting his palms, but he paid no heed to the pain.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to try again.

A red light.

A beam of blue light.

Two beams of light flashed past him, speeding along the railway tracks towards a position opposite to the direction the train was traveling.

Red light in front, blue light behind.

The two beams of light were incredibly fast, leaving only two afterimages on Tang Wulin's retina, but he still managed to see them clearly.

The blue light illuminates the dancing sky.

The sword's light left a trail of ice-like streak in the night, and the white robes fluttered as the rider sped along.

His face remained indifferent, but the aura he exuded was completely different from usual; it was the killing intent that came with truly entering battle mode.

He was chasing the red light ahead.

The two passed by Tang Wulin not far in front of him.

Wu Changkong's gaze swept over, lingering on Tang Wulin for less than a moment.

His indifferent face remained unchanged, but his speed did not slow down in the slightest.

Wu Changkong confirmed that he was still alive; that was enough.

"teacher!"

Tang Wulin's shouts were drowned out by the lingering echoes of the explosion and the sound of alarms.

Wu Changkong's figure had already disappeared into the darkness in the direction the railway tracks extended.

Tang Wulin knelt on the ground and took a deep breath.

The teacher is alright; he still has battles to fight.

What should he do? He looked around at the wounded lying in the ruins groaning, and the survivors struggling to survive in pools of blood.

Tang Wulin stood up, this time forcibly steadying his trembling legs.

He walked up to the nearest injured person, a young woman trapped under a shattered chair.

He used all his strength to lift the wreckage of the chair, moved it aside, and then reached out to take her hand.

"Can you stand up? I'll help you out."

The woman's leg was bleeding, but she was still conscious.

She gritted her teeth and, with Tang Wulin's help, managed to stand up.

Tang Wulin put her hand on his shoulder and helped her limp out of the ruins.

Then they went back to find the next person.

He searched through the rubble for his phone while helping people up.

Whose phone fell out? Whose communicator is still ringing?

We must call the police; we must let people outside know that this train has been attacked.

Teacher Wu Changkong is still fighting; this is all he can do.

Two people were standing away from the railway tracks.

One was a tall, slender man, dressed in a well-tailored dark long coat, with a handsome face but a sickly pale complexion.

He coughed twice, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, then put the handkerchief away, holding an exquisite spirit box in his hands.

Inside the box lay a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, its entire body emerald green, exuding a rich aura of life.

He looked at the blue shadow chasing the red light in the distance, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Such courage and skill are rarely seen in this remote town."

His voice was soft, with a sickly languor, as if he were appreciating a painting.

"It's interesting that a six-ring Soul Emperor dares to pursue alone."

The woman in red standing next to him did not respond.

"You rarely praise people."

Leng Yulai said.

"I just thought the young man was quite handsome."

Leng Yulai's gaze fell on the direction where the blue sword light disappeared. After speaking, she looked away, her eyes lingering elsewhere, and added a sentence in a low voice.

"However, he's not as good as that person."

Upon hearing this, the sickly man smiled slightly and carefully put the Ganoderma lucidum box into his pocket.

His face was pale, and he coughed twice, but his eyes gleamed with a hidden sharpness.

"I must thank you for bestowing this precious plant upon me."

He said, "After taking this medicine, my body, which has been suffering from illness for several years, will be free of worries."

He put away his handkerchief, straightened the cuffs of his dark robe, and turned his gaze to the blue sword shadow that was gradually approaching the red light in the distance.

"However, before consuming this superior ancient spiritual substance, please allow me to first retrieve the young man's head and present it to you."

This also proves that your capable assistant is still as sharp as ever.

Leng Yulai glanced at him and smiled faintly.

It was approved.

The man bowed respectfully and carefully placed the spirit object box into his storage ring.

When he straightened up, all traces of illness and languor had vanished from his delicate face.

Seven spirit rings emerged from beneath his feet, and the oppressive aura of a seven-ring spirit saint slowly spread around him.

His martial spirit was a jet-black scythe, its blade swirling with black aura. He strode along the railway tracks, speeding toward the blue sword light.