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

Tang Wulin lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind a complete mess.

What should I say when I see my classmates tomorrow?

I'm sorry, it wasn't me who hurt you, it was the Dragon King that was sealed inside me for millions of years?

No, that doesn't sound plausible at all.

I'm sorry, I'm unconscious due to food poisoning and don't know anything.

No, that won't work either, it was indeed his hand that hit the person.

He thought of several versions of his apology, then crossed them off one by one in his mind, feeling that no matter what he said, they would all sound like excuses.

The words of the Golden Dragon King resurfaced—this body will belong to me sooner or later.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and the colder he felt. He wrapped the blanket around himself, but he still felt cold.

This unease isn't about being afraid of being beaten or isolated; it's a deeper, inexplicable fear.

The Golden Dragon King said that even if he died, it would only take more effort to survive.

The sentence kept replaying in his mind, like a thorn.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Tang Wulin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit up to greet Teacher Wu Changkong when the door to the ward was kicked open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and a man with explosively muscular muscles strode in.

This person was stronger than anyone Tang Wulin had ever seen; his biceps were bulging so much they looked like they were about to burst out of his sleeves, and he didn't look like someone from the academy at all!

Tang Wulin shrank back against the headboard in fright: "Who are you? Don't come any closer!"

The burly man ignored his warning, muttering incoherent words like "the master wants to see you," and raised his hand to press down on Tang Wulin's forehead.

An invisible spiritual shock burst forth from his palm, crashing straight into Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

Tang Wulin felt as if his head had been hit hard with a hammer, and the excruciating pain exploded from his temple all the way to the back of his head.

But the pain lasted for less than a second.

The next second, the mental attack was bounced back by an even more violent force. The burly man groaned, staggered back two steps, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were unfocused and his expression was dazed. He was clearly suffering from the backlash of the mental attack he had launched.

Before Tang Wulin could react to what was happening, a familiar burning sensation came from the corner of his left eye.

Blood-red eyeshadow emerged from beneath the skin, quickly outlining the contours of that vertical pupil.

The Golden Dragon King's voice echoed in his mind, his tone tinged with offended anger: "Who gave you the audacity to attack me?"

Tang Wulin then realized that the mental attack had been aimed directly at his mental sea, and the attack range had offended the Golden Dragon King living inside without reservation!

Although Old Deng usually didn't care whether he lived or died, he would never tolerate being hit on the head, and he slapped the attack back!

But now is not the time to analyze this!

When Tang Wulin saw the burly man attack him, fear instantly overwhelmed his reason. He desperately shrank to the corner of the bed and screamed for help at the top of his lungs: "Help! Anyone will do!"

The burly man's expression changed drastically upon hearing his shout.

He decisively got up from the ground, strode forward, and used his thick arms to tightly strangle Tang Wulin's neck.

Tang Wulin was being strangled and couldn't breathe. He desperately pounded on the strong man's arm with both hands, but the arm was as hard as iron and didn't budge.

His face gradually turned from flushed red to bluish-purple, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Golden Dragon King... help me!" he cried out in his heart.

"Help you?"

"He's choking you, not me."

Why should I help you?

"Didn't you say my body would be yours? He strangled your vessel, how can you possess it now?"

"He wouldn't dare strangle you."

The Golden Dragon King yawned and said casually, "Behave yourself, just treat it like taking a nap."

This guy is just taking you to meet someone, and it just so happens that I also need to meet him.

Tang Wulin wanted to shout something more, but the lack of oxygen had already stopped his brain from functioning.

His patting grew weaker and weaker, and his vision was gradually swallowed by darkness.

……

When Tang Wulin woke up again, he found himself lying on a rooftop-like place with rough stone slabs on the ground. There were no railings around him, and it was pitch black below.

The sky was filled with stars overhead, and the moon was half-hidden by clouds. The light was dim, but enough to see everything around us clearly.

Several tall, burly men stood close to him, along with a woman in a green dress and a woman in a purple dress. The two women were standing a little distance away, their faces not clearly visible, but the aura they exuded made Tang Wulin instinctively feel danger.

What he couldn't ignore most was the dazzling silver light right in front of him, so bright it was impossible to look directly at it.

The silver light hovered in mid-air. The light was not dazzling, but it was so bright that people dared not look directly at it, as if looking at it for even a second longer would allow the light to see through their souls.

Standing next to the silver light was a man, tall and handsome, with a wisp of golden hair hanging down his forehead, his expression respectful and restrained.

Everyone knelt down on one knee at the same time, placed their right hand on their chest, and bowed their heads toward the ball of silver light.

"My lord."

The unified shouts echoed across the rooftop.

Tang Wulin struggled to get up from the ground.

He stood there, the only one in the entire room who did not kneel down.

It was as if a gaze was fixed on him from within that ball of silver light, staring straight at him.

A powerful, suffocating aura descended from the sky, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on us.

Tang Wulin's legs began to tremble, and his knees involuntarily bent downwards.

He had never felt such a powerful aura before; it was on a completely different level from the oppressive feeling of the Dark Phoenix three years ago!

Just as his knees were about to touch the ground, the golden spirit ring suddenly rose from beneath his feet.

Golden light exploded around him, sweeping out with a completely different aura.

The two auras collided in the air, causing the stone slabs around Tang Wulin to crack inch by inch, and stone chips were swirled into the air.

The oppressive feeling that wanted him to kneel was forcefully dispelled by the golden spirit ring.

Before Tang Wulin could even catch his breath, the scene before him suddenly changed.

He stood in his own spiritual sea, but this time, the spiritual sea was no longer just him and the Golden Dragon King.

Opposite the Divine Gate, a pure white mist appeared out of nowhere, occupying the other side of the Sea of ​​Spirit.

In the mist, a colossal dragon shadow, equally enormous, slowly emerged.

The dragon shadow was about the same size as the Golden Dragon King, and its outline was equally majestic and ancient, but it was surrounded by a seven-colored light, which was soft and long, like the aurora flowing in the mist.

Tang Wulin stood between the two colossal figures, appearing as insignificant as a speck of dust.

The dragon shadow in the mist spoke first.

Its voice wasn't as powerful and domineering as the Golden Dragon King's, but rather clear and melodious: "Golden Dragon King, it's been a long time."

The Golden Dragon King's voice came from behind the divine gate, his tone carrying a hint of expected composure: "Silver Dragon King."

I'm still wondering how long you plan to keep performing on the rooftop outside.

Now that we've already ventured into this brat's mental realm, why are we still hiding anything?

The Silver Dragon King?!

Tang Wulin suddenly turned his head to look at the fog.

So that was the Silver Dragon King!

He also remembered that the Golden Dragon King had told him that the Silver Dragon King had lived for millions of years on the Douluo Continent and was the supreme controller of spirit and elements!

The two Dragon Kings faced off against the mist through the divine gate, but the atmosphere did not resemble that of a reunion.

That tension permeated the entire sea of ​​consciousness, pressing heavily on Tang Wulin's shoulders, as if an earth-shattering battle would erupt at any moment.

The Silver Dragon King broke the silence first: "You and I are both half of the Dragon God."

I am wisdom and elements, you are flesh and power.

Millions of years ago, the Dragon God was severed by the Asura God's sword, and we both fell to the ground, leading to our current standoff.

To recreate the Dragon God, they must devour each other.

"Do you need to repeat this nonsense? Of course I know it."

"I will ultimately be the one to become the Dragon God."

You inherited wisdom, and I inherited power.

Millions of years have passed, and the accumulation of power is more valuable than wisdom.” The Golden Dragon King’s words carried an undeniable weight.

"The sedimentation of power?"

The Silver Dragon King's voice suddenly turned cold: "You've been sealed in the God Realm for millions of years, where do you get the nerve to talk about settling down?"

I possess the title of Lord of Soul Beasts, and all ferocious beasts under heaven are my subjects.

What do you have?

The Golden Dragon King's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm: "You inherited the wisdom of the Dragon God, yet you have accomplished nothing for millions of years."

I was sealed away in the God Realm for millions of years, while you lived a carefree life in the Douluo Continent.

What have you done in the millions of years?

My Silver Dragon King, the wise half of the Dragon God, is this all you've got?

Have you lived for a million years only to die?!

The dragon's shadow in the white mist took a step forward, its seven-colored light surging violently within the mist: "I have done nothing?"

I gathered the soul beast clan to preserve the last embers of their spirit in the cracks.

And you? You're sealed in the realm of gods, doing absolutely nothing for the development of soul beasts!

"Now you're sealed inside a human body, unable to even enjoy freedom, yet you still have the nerve to face humans?!"

Tang Wulin felt extremely uncomfortable.

The moment the Silver Dragon King uttered the words "towards humanity," he knew things were going to get bad.

Sure enough, the Golden Dragon King scoffed: "On behalf of humans? When have I ever been on the side of humans?"

To me, humans are nothing more than future slaves, servants of the Dragon King.

What master would harm a servant before even possessing them? That would be asking for trouble.

My servants may fight and kill among themselves, but if any outsider tries to lay a finger on them, that would be an offense against the Dragon King's majesty!

Humanity will eventually kneel at my feet, but I will personally take care of that; it's not for others to teach them a lesson!

The Silver Dragon King remained silent for a moment, then regained his cool and lingering calm.

It bypassed the topic of humanity and brought the focus back to the most fundamental question: "It's pointless to talk about these things."

There must eventually be a resolution between us.

I have inherited the wisdom of the Dragon God and should devour the physical body and power you represent to become the complete Dragon God.

Only when wisdom governs power can the Dragon God truly be reborn.

"absurd!"

"The power of the Dragon God is everything; only power can rule over all!"

Wisdom is merely an appendage of power; wisdom without the support of power is nothing but empty talk!

"I should devour you and become the Dragon God!"

Two opposing forces collided in the sea of ​​spirit.

Even through the seal, the aura emanating from the Golden Dragon King directly shook the white mist where the Silver Dragon King was located.

The boundary of the white mist fluctuated violently, and the seven-colored light flickered.

The Silver Dragon King had to re-examine the half of himself that was sealed behind the door—for millions of years, its power had not only not diminished, but had become even more terrifying within the seal.

The mere cracks in the three seals were enough to shake one's mental domain.

If all fourteen seals were to shatter, and the Golden Dragon King were to stand perfectly intact before it… the Silver Dragon King didn’t want to think about that scene, but it was definitely not something it could handle in its current state!

"I have the support of all the soul beasts."

All the remaining soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest and even the entire continent revere me as their common lord.

All the ferocious beasts submitted to my command.

If you are unwilling to cooperate, I can simply…

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin's clenched hands were covered in sweat.

He had been listening in the background, and there were many things he didn't understand in what the Silver Dragon King said, but there was one thing he understood—the Silver Dragon King terrified him more than the Golden Dragon King.

Although the Golden Dragon King was foul-mouthed, arrogant, and constantly threatened to possess his body, at least he was sealed away.

The Silver Dragon King has been ruling the Douluo Continent for millions of years. He is the common lord of all soul beasts and possesses the authority of the common lord of soul beasts. He is an existence that the Silver Dragon King does not understand at all!

If the Silver Dragon King really uses some unknown means to swallow the Golden Dragon King here, what will be his own fate?

There was no contract, no constraint, and no mutual understanding between him and the Silver Dragon King.

The Silver Dragon King's only knowledge of him was that he was the vessel used to seal the Golden Dragon King, and a vessel that could be disposed of at will!

Tang Wulin cannot let the Silver Dragon King win!

He took a deep breath, looked up in the darkness, and shouted at the white mist, "Wait!"

His voice sounded thin in the sea of ​​spirit, but what he was about to say was anything but thin.

"You cannot swallow the Golden Dragon King."

If you disagree, I'll surrender my body to the Golden Dragon King right now and let it swallow you whole!

The Silver Dragon King was silent for a moment, then his cold voice rang out again, tinged with an undisguised tremor: "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I know."

Tang Wulin's voice trembled, but every word was clear.

"The Golden Dragon King signed a contract with me."

As long as I agree to hand over my body to it, it can take direct control of my body!

You both want to devour each other, so isn't it just a contest of who makes the first move?

Now you have entered my spiritual sea, which is right behind the door.

If I were to surrender my body to it right now... do you think you could escape?!

The Golden Dragon King remained silent behind the door.

But Tang Wulin could sense that the blood-red eye was looking him over again through the crack in the divine gate.

The dragon's shadow in the white mist silently watched him, its seven-colored light slowly flowing through the mist.

Tang Wulin knew he had made the right bet.

The Silver Dragon King was not afraid of him, but of the Golden Dragon King.

And he is now the only one who can decide when the Golden Dragon King will appear.