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

Wu Changkong moved swiftly, the Heavenly Frost Sword flashed with cold light, and the evil soul master's head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse froze for a moment before collapsing forward, kicking up a shower of gravel from the railway tracks.

The head rolled a long way, bounced twice on the sleepers, and came to rest next to a clump of withered grass.

Wu Changkong shook off the remaining blood droplets on the sword blade, his breathing heavy, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.

Only a few minutes have passed since the explosion, and he has already killed three evil soul masters, each of whom had a cultivation level of at least the fourth ring.

The continuous high-speed pursuit and all-out sword strikes caused his soul power to be consumed far more than usual.

Just then, a round of applause came from behind, slow and steady, one after another, and was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Wu Changkong turned around, and a man with delicate features but a pale face walked out of the darkness. He was tall and slender, and his steps were unhurried, with a sickly languor.

Those eyes, however, gleamed with a sharp light, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey in the grass.

"Impressive skills."

The man lowered his clapping hands, his tone sincere.

"They dared to pursue and kill us all the way from the Sixth Ring Road, and within minutes they killed three of my sect's best members. It's a real pity that such courage and strength are only found in this remote little town."

He coughed twice, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, then looked up and gave Wu Changkong a pale smile.

"My name is Ye Mo."

Holy Spirit Cult, Dark Phoenix Protector.

Young brother, are you interested in joining us? With your talent, joining our Holy Sect will surely make you a powerful figure at the level of one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Wu Changkong's gaze turned cold when he heard the words "Holy Spirit Cult".

Upon hearing the name "Four Heavenly Kings," the killing intent that erupted from his cold eyes almost materialized.

He looked at Ye Mo and said only one sentence.

"Enough with the nonsense."

The cold light of the Heavenly Frost Sword exploded in the night, and Wu Changkong's figure transformed into a streak of blue light, heading straight for Ye Mo.

Ye Mo sighed softly, and with a flick of his wrist, a jet-black scythe appeared in his palm.

The scythe was shrouded in black energy, emitting a dim light under the moonlight.

Seven spirit rings emerged from beneath his feet, all black, slowly rotating around his tall body.

He swung his scythe, the blade clashing with the Heavenly Frost Sword, creating a burst of blinding sparks in the night.

Amidst the intertwining of chilling air and black flames, the two figures grappled together beside the railway tracks.

In the distance, Tang Wulin jogged along the railway tracks.

He searched through the ruins for a long time and finally found a working communicator to call the police. Then he dragged out all the injured people he could.

After doing all this, he followed the direction Wu Changkong was pursuing.

He saw the blue sword light from afar, but before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the sword light collide with another black light.

Tang Wulin quickly hid among a pile of broken train wreckage, nervously watching the two figures fighting beside the railway tracks in the distance.

Just then, a slight change appeared in the corner of his eye.

The blood-red patterns that had been dormant for a long time reappeared, and the vertical pupil opened from the corner of his eye, looking towards the direction of the battlefield.

"That kid's in trouble."

The Golden Dragon King's voice rang in Tang Wulin's mind, his tone indifferent.

"The person he fought was one ring higher than him."

Tang Wulin's heart clenched suddenly.

The difference between the sixth ring road and the seventh ring road is just one ring.

Although Wu Changkong has a two-word battle armor that can make up for some of the gap, the sickly-looking man opposite him doesn't seem to be an ordinary character either.

If the opponent also has battle armor, then the teacher's advantage will completely disappear.

"Golden Dragon King!"

Tang Wulin lowered his voice and pressed his palm tightly against the corner of his eye.

"Could you help the teacher?"

"Help?" The Golden Dragon King's voice carried a hint of lazy disdain.

"Kid, you're making a big fuss over nothing."

That kid is definitely fighting a tough battle; the real trouble hasn't even started yet.

Tang Wulin was taken aback: "What could be more troublesome than this?"

The Golden Dragon King remained silent, gazing into the darkness further away from the railway tracks.

"A Super Douluo who hasn't even made a move yet is probably the mastermind behind it all."

Tang Wulin was utterly horrified!

Super Douluo!

He still remembered that in the classroom at Hongshan Academy, the teacher talked about the most basic level classification of Soul Masters.

Super Douluo is practically the pinnacle of Soul Masters!

This title can only be obtained when your Soul Power reaches level 95 or higher!

There isn't a single Soul Saint in the entire city of Aolai!

And now, right here beside the railway tracks in this desolate wilderness, a Super Douluo is hiding in the shadows, coldly watching this battle as the mastermind!

Even if Wu Changkong could defeat a seven-ring Soul Saint, he still couldn't possibly defeat a pure Super Douluo!

"Golden Dragon King!"

Tang Wulin grew anxious.

"You have to help the teacher! If it's a Super Douluo...!"

"Of course I can take action."

The Golden Dragon King interrupted him, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"But there's a small problem."

"...What minor problem?"

"The last time the first seal was broken, it was thanks to the hundred-year-old soul spirit you absorbed."

"The power of the seal and the energy of the soul were exchanged, allowing me to break through the seal from zero to one and briefly take over your body."

The Golden Dragon King said, "There are still seventeen seals left. If you want to make another move, you need to consume another thousand-year-old spiritual item."

Only the energy of a thousand-year-old spiritual object can break through the second seal; this represents an increase from one to ten.

Tang Wulin's face turned pale instantly.

"In this situation, where are we supposed to find a thousand-year-old spiritual object?!"

"That consumptive had it on him."

The Golden Dragon King said, "I sensed it; he was carrying a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual object, and it was of excellent quality."

A spiritual object of ten thousand years' age is more than capable of breaking through the second seal.

Tang Wulin almost laughed out of anger at the Golden Dragon King's matter-of-fact attitude when he saw the evil soul master fighting Wu Changkong in the distance.

"You want me, a Soul Master who has just awakened my Martial Soul, to snatch something from the arms of a Seventh-Ring Soul Saint?"

I'm not even a Soul Master!

"There's nothing we can do about that."

The image of the Golden Dragon King spreading his hands vividly appeared in Tang Wulin's mind.

"This is the only way, unless you are willing to die and hand over your body to me."

Tang Wulin's face changed.

"...Then let's try to find a solution."

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, crouched down, and moved along the edge of the ruins toward the battlefield.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and he crouched down behind a pile of shattered luggage closest to the battlefield, his eyes the only part of his body visible.

Regardless, let's get closer first.

The Golden Dragon King silently observed everything on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Ye Mo's scythe danced in dark arcs, each strike precisely cutting into the gaps in Wu Changkong's offensive.

The black flames on the scythe left long, eerie trails as it was swung, lingering in the air and forming an invisible net that continuously compressed Wu Changkong's range of movement.

Wu Changkong gritted his teeth and persevered.

Every time the chilling aura of the Frost Sword clashed with the black flames on the scythe, it would explode into a cloud of mist, a mixture of hot and cold air.

His sword was still fast and steady, but after each soul skill was released, another layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After releasing which of his soul skills, his breathing began to become heavy.

The light on the surface of the battle armor became dim and flickering as it continuously resisted the erosion of the black flames, and several fine cracks had appeared on the breastplate.

Ye Mo remained completely at ease, even having time to talk.

"Your sword is fast, but speed is useless."

Ye Mo's voice remained sickly and languid as the sickle moved faster and heavier.

His scythe drew a semicircle, parrying the Heavenly Frost Sword, then he took a step back and smiled slightly at Wu Changkong.

"You are very strong."

"But that's where it all ends."