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

Leng Yulai's voice was not loud. She stood next to Ye Mo's corpse, her eyes sweeping over Wu Changkong, then over Tang Wulin, and finally back to Wu Changkong's face.

It's like a cat eyeing two mice trapped in a corner.

Tang Wulin shivered as waves of chilling killing intent surged from the direction of the woman in red, washing over his ankles, knees, and chest like a tide.

He subconsciously shrank back half a step behind Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong silently pulled his left arm back, completely protecting Tang Wulin behind him, with the Heavenly Frost Sword held horizontally in front of him.

"You've managed to kill my Dark Phoenix Protector, so you must have some skill."

Leng Yulai slowly took a step.

"To let you die with your eyes open a little more peace, I will make an exception and reveal my name."

"One of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult, Dark Phoenix, Leng Yulai."

Wu Changkong was horrified!

Dark Phoenix!

He had certainly heard of this name before: a level 97 Super Douluo, a three-word Battle Armor Master, whose true combat power was approaching that of a Limit Douluo!

Stand right in front of him now!

"It seems you know me."

Leng Yulai noticed the cold sweat beading on Wu Changkong's forehead and her tone became slightly amused.

"That will save me the trouble of explaining further."

Tang Wulin peeked half his head out from behind Wu Changkong, his voice trembling, "Teacher...who is she?"

"Super Douluo." Wu Changkong only said four words.

Tang Wulin's face turned pale instantly.

He recalled the words the Golden Dragon King had reminded him in his consciousness: a Super Douluo who hadn't yet made a move was probably the mastermind behind it all.

Now the mastermind behind it all is standing right in front of them!

Leng Yulai's gaze passed over Wu Changkong and landed on Tang Wulin.

She stared at Tang Wulin for a long while, then gently shook her head.

"It seems like all of this happened because of you."

Tang Wulin's eyes widened: "What? Me? I have no idea what happened!"

Tang Wulin was devastated; so many unlucky things had happened in one day!

"I'm giving you a chance, the one wearing white."

Leng Yulai extended a slender finger and pointed at Tang Wulin behind Wu Changkong.

"Hand over that brat, and I might consider sparing your life."

Wu Changkong didn't answer, but instead pulled his left arm back even further, protecting Tang Wulin even more tightly behind him.

"interesting."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Wu Changkong remained silent; his sword was the answer.

"well."

Leng Yulai clapped her hands lightly, applauding a good show that was about to unfold.

"I'm not in a hurry to kill you now."

A Soul Saint with six rings—no, just broke through to seven rings—could kill my Dark Phoenix Protector head-on.

"I'd love to see for myself just how capable you really are."

She took a step back, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, without any defensive or offensive posture.

"Come, let me see your sword."

"teacher!"

Tang Wulin grabbed Wu Changkong's sleeve, his voice almost pleading, "Teacher! You have no obligation to face an enemy you can't defeat!"

Wu Changkong glanced down at him, his cold eyes showing no fear or hesitation.

He reached out and pried Tang Wulin away, then turned around, aiming the Heavenly Frost Sword at Leng Yulai.

Clad in white as snow, with swords flashing like frost.

He took a step forward, and the Heavenly Frost Sword transformed into an ice-blue lightning bolt, piercing straight for Leng Yulai's throat.

Leng Yulai didn't dodge, nor did she even raise her hand.

A dark red aura erupted from her body, and the tip of the Heavenly Frost Sword stopped abruptly three feet from her throat, unable to advance any further.

The chill on the sword evaporated the moment it came into contact with the dark red aura, leaving not even a trace of white mist.

Wu Changkong's tiger's mouth was numb from the shock. He gritted his teeth and changed his move, slashing down with the Heavenly Frost Sword, aiming straight for Leng Yulai's left shoulder.

Leng Yulai extended a finger and casually flicked it across the sword.

"when--!"

The Heavenly Frost Sword flew out of my hand, somersaulted several times in the air, and stuck into the gravel ground more than ten meters away.

Wu Changkong was so shaken by the force of the impact that he staggered back several steps and knelt on one knee.

His right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood dripped down his wrist.

He tried to stand up to draw his sword, but a red high heel appeared in front of him.

Leng Yulai looked down at Wu Changkong, who was kneeling on the ground, and reached out a hand to casually lift his chin, making him look up.

The moonlight shone on Wu Changkong's cold face, which still showed no sign of yielding.

Tang Wulin hid behind the ruins, watching this scene, his mind a complete mess.

What was that woman trying to do by beating the teacher until he knelt down?!

Wasn't she going to kill them? Why hasn't she done it yet?

"Little brat."

The voice of the Golden Dragon King echoed in his consciousness.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Tang Wulin was taken aback: "What?"

Tang Wulin immediately snapped back to his senses.

Yes, a storage ring! A spiritual item!

He turned his head to look in the direction where Ye Mo had just collapsed. Under the moonlight, the silver storage ring lay quietly among the rubble and withered grass.

Tang Wulin crouched low, using the ruins and the cover of night to quietly make his way in that direction.

Leng Yulai pinched Wu Changkong's chin, looked him over from left to right, and nodded in satisfaction.

"He's good-looking, his swordsmanship is good, and his talent is even better."

She released her grip, straightened up, and looked down at Wu Changkong from her elevated position.

"I'll give you one more chance. Join the Holy Spirit Cult. With your talent, it won't be long before you're one of the Four Heavenly Kings."

"Dream on," Wu Changkong said.

Leng Yulai's smile remained unchanged, but she raised one foot, and the heel of her high heel slowly stepped on Wu Changkong's injured left shoulder.

The wound was crushed by the heel of the shoe, and blood gushed from the ruptured wound, staining the gravel beneath her feet red.

Wu Changkong clenched his teeth so tightly that they clicked, but he didn't utter a single cry of pain.

"The bones are quite hard." Leng Yulai withdrew her foot, her tone tinged with regret.

"Let's try a different way of playing."

She looked up and glanced at the spot where Tang Wulin had been hiding, only to find that the spot was now empty.

She was slightly taken aback, then turned her head and saw Tang Wulin lying in the grass in the distance, holding something in his hands.

Leng Yulai's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Tang Wulin had just taken out the storage ring and hadn't even had a chance to open it when a cold hand grabbed the back of his neck from behind and lifted him up.

He turned around and met Leng Yulai's eyes. They were so close that he could see the pupils of her eyes clearly.

Leng Yulai pulled Tang Wulin in front of her and looked him up and down.

"Was it you who kicked Ye Mo's ring away just now?"

He was killed before he could even consume the sacred item.

Tang Wulin struggled desperately, but Leng Yulai's hand was even more steady than Ye Mo's, and he couldn't move at all.

Leng Yulai suddenly laughed, with a malicious, almost morbid excitement.

She turned her head to look at Wu Changkong, who was kneeling on the ground, her voice filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

"The one in white, you say..."

"If I were here, and I disemboweled you, my little apprentice, and laid your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys out one by one before you, wouldn't you break down?"

As she spoke, she burst into laughter, the sound particularly jarring in the vast wilderness.

Taking advantage of Leng Yulai's laughter, Tang Wulin tried his best to extract the spiritual item from it.

The ancient, verdant Ganoderma lucidum lay quietly on the velvet, exuding a rich aura of life.

Tang Wulin didn't care about the quality or how to take it. He grabbed the Ganoderma lucidum and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it whole.

The leaves of the Ganoderma lucidum were bitter and astringent, and the roots and stems tasted like wood chips when chewed, but he chewed and swallowed them with all his might, managing to swallow the entire ancient Ganoderma lucidum.

A warm energy spread from his abdomen, flowing along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

His body reacted even more strongly, and Tang Wulin desperately covered his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting.

Leng Yulai sensed that something was wrong.

She looked down at the boy in her hand, her brows furrowing slightly, a sense of unease rising from the depths of her heart.

"Kill one first, then we'll talk."

She concentrated her soul power in her five fingers, and a dark red energy poured directly into Tang Wulin's body.

Tang Wulin felt his heart skip a beat, and then he felt as if all the energy had been drained from his body.

Life force poured out from the depths of the body like a floodgate being opened, and the limbs and bones instantly became cold and stiff.

His vision blurred rapidly, the world before him began to fade, and Leng Yulai's face became a blurry red outline in his eyes.

Leng Yulai casually tossed Tang Wulin onto the gravel ground beside her, like throwing away trash.

Tang Wulin lay on his back on the ground, his eyes half-open, his pupils dilated, and his chest no longer rising and falling.

Only Wu Changkong let out a heart-wrenching cry:

"Tang Wulin!"