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

Leng Yulai had never experienced this kind of fear before, this deeper fear that was etched into her very blood.

Her martial soul is the Dark Phoenix, a top-tier beast martial soul with the dark attribute. Almost no opponent of the same level dares to confront her head-on.

But her dark nature itself was filled with fear, screaming, and desperately trying to escape this space shrouded in golden light.

That extremely powerful and masculine aura descended from the sky, and her martial spirit trembled and cried out, frantically sending her the same signal—run!

Run!

Run as far as possible!

This isn't a battle of equals; these are natural enemies!

Leng Yulai gritted her teeth.

Countless golden spots of light are emerging on the edge of the domain.

One after another, densely packed. Each spot of light was expanding, rotating, and coalescing into a beam of light about to be fired.

Those light cannons have only one target.

That was her, trapped in the very center of the domain.

"Damn it!"

Leng Yulai barely thought before her body reacted.

She poured all her soul power into her battle armor, and phoenix flames burned fiercely around her.

She couldn't wait any longer; if all those light cannons fired at the same time, she wouldn't even be left with ashes.

She has to escape!

He selected a direction within the chosen area, concentrated all the defensive power of his battle armor on his back, and then poured all his soul power into his feet in one breath, transforming into a dark red meteor as he charged towards that direction!

The light cannons shot out simultaneously from the edges of the area, and the golden light crisscrossed in the enclosed space, like countless rays of sunset falling from the sky, as dense as a sudden rain.

Leng Yulai rushed into the rain of light, feeling as if she had been thrown into a thousand red-hot knives and tossed about.

After resisting several golden rays, the battle armor emitted a piercing cracking sound. The cracks on the back armor were rapidly expanding, and light penetrated the battle armor, directly scorching her body.

She gritted her teeth and didn't cry out in pain, charging forward until, just as her battle armor was about to completely shatter, she finally crashed into the edge of the domain.

She used her last bit of strength to compress all her soul power into a single point and blasted open a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

He squeezed himself out of the gap and rolled onto the gravel ground of the wilderness.

She lay on the ground, panting heavily, her back aching as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.

The Golden Dragon King stood motionless in the golden light of his domain. He looked down at his own hands, his tone filled with undisguised disdain: "Only three seals have been broken, not even one-tenth of what I expected."

It shook its hand, and the domain began to slowly shrink.

Just as it was about to do something else, a long, drawn-out call came from afar, something that no ear could hear.

It is a deeper resonance, from the depths of the soul.

Silver Dragon King.

The Golden Dragon King suddenly raised his head, almost forgetting.

The Silver Dragon King was also in Douluo Continent; that call just now was a confirmation.

You are there, I am here, I know you are awake, that's all.

But this alone brought an unprecedented smile to the Golden Dragon King's face.

It raised its hands to cover its face and laughed loudly.

The laughter was unrestrained and arrogant, carrying the excitement and anticipation suppressed for millions of years.

Then it stopped laughing and responded to the dark wilderness in the distance with a voice that only it could hear.

Only a more domineering and equally long soul echo reverberated from Tang Wulin's body.

"I am here!"

The footsteps around them grew closer.

Federation Soul Masters are closing in from all directions, and in the distance, remnants of the Holy Spirit Cult who were fleeing in panic are being intercepted and captured.

The Golden Dragon King suddenly collapsed without warning.

Three minutes, still just three minutes.

Even after breaking three seals, it could only last for three minutes.

Tang Wulin closed his eyes, the crimson pupils faded, and his face returned to its original innocence and naivety before he fell forward.

Wu Changkong grabbed Tang Wulin and held him tightly in his arms.

He raised his head and shouted loudly to the Federation Soul Masters who were rushing towards them from afar:

"There are wounded here!"

……

When Tang Wulin woke up, he found himself lying in bed.

He stared at the ceiling for a while before slowly realizing that he had probably been rescued.

He was wrapped in several layers of bandages, from head to toe like a rice dumpling, but he felt no pain.

He tried calling out, "Teacher?"

No one agreed.

"Uncle Mangtian?"

Still, no one agreed.

Tang Wulin lay there for a while, then, feeling bored, began to unwrap the bandages from his body one by one.

After dismantling it, he stretched his shoulders, twisted his waist, and then stood up and jumped twice on the spot.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all.

He almost died, but he didn't have a single injury on his body.

He sat back on the bed and buried his face in his hands.

From Aolai City to the train, from the explosion to the ruins, from Ye Mo to Leng Yulai...

Those images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"woke up?"

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

"Golden Dragon King".

"What on earth happened..." Tang Wulin's voice was muffled.

"You also said that I have lived for millions of years and have seen many unfortunate people, but I am the first one who can bring disaster and trouble like you."

"If it weren't for me, you would have died eight hundred times over."

Tang Wulin was on the verge of tears: "I didn't do it on purpose..."

"Alright, alright."

The Golden Dragon King's voice carried a hint of disdain.

"I'm too lazy to bother with you."

"Feel your soul power now, there's a surprise."

Tang Wulin was taken aback, then closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into his own spiritual sea.

At level 15, his soul power jumped directly from the previous level 10 innate full soul power to level 15.

For a Soul Master's cultivation, this speed is simply outrageously fast.

"How could this be...!" Tang Wulin was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"The feedback from the seal."

The Golden Dragon King said, "When my power breaks through the seal, a portion of it will dissipate into your body."

However, you are too weak right now, and you can't absorb most of the energy. Only a little bit of it seeped into your meridians.

Level fifteen is but a drop in the ocean for me.

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up: "Then does that mean I'll be able to absorb even more once I become stronger?"

"Of course."

The Golden Dragon King said, then casually added, "But it doesn't matter, this body will belong to me in the future anyway."

Tang Wulin fell silent and placed his hands on his knees.

He still remembered what the Golden Dragon King had said when he signed the contract in the Sea of ​​Spirit—it would take over his body when needed.

It didn't say anything about what it was going to do to him.

But it also didn't say anything about not doing anything to him.

He didn't know if the Golden Dragon King would actually take over his body in the future; he only knew that he was too weak right now.

So weak that they didn't even have the right to struggle, so weak that they needed to be protected by their teachers to survive.

He didn't want to continue like this.

He didn't want his parents to go far away to earn money anymore, and he didn't want others to worry about him anymore...

He wants to become stronger!

He wants to become so strong that he doesn't need anyone's protection, so strong that everyone can feel at ease with him!

Tang Wulin stood up, pushed open the door, and was about to walk out.

"Where are you going?" The Golden Dragon King's voice suddenly rose.

"Go find a teacher for training," Tang Wulin said.

"You come back here!"

The Golden Dragon King shouted, "The first thing is not training! You just ate a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and received the feedback from my three seals. The energy in your body has not been digested at all!"

If you don't deal with the impurities and blockages remaining in your meridians, and your foundation is unstable, then practicing recklessly will ruin your future!

Sit down and meditate now!

Tang Wulin shrank back at the sudden shout.

He obediently retreated to the bedside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.