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

Mang Tian is very busy. He goes into his studio before dawn and doesn't come out until it's completely dark. The only time we can meet is during mealtimes.

The door to the forging room was always closed, but the clanging sound of hammering could be heard from inside.

"Uncle Mangtian, what do you do for a living?" One evening at dinner, Tang Wulin finally couldn't help but ask.

Mang Tian put down his chopsticks and, unusually, spoke in a long sentence: "I am a Level 6 Grandmaster Blacksmith. Didn't you see the sign at the door?"

Tang Wulin hadn't really noticed.

The next day, when he left for school, he made a point of looking back.

A worn wooden sign hangs by the door, which reads: Mangtian Forging Studio.

"Blacksmith..." Tang Wulin silently repeated these three words in his mind.

On his way home from school, a thought suddenly occurred to him: if he could learn forging, would he be able to earn money on his own?

With money, Mom and Dad won't have to go far away to work; they can come back home.

Mang Tian agreed with his idea and gave him some introductory tests. The results were eye-opening for Mang Tian, ​​because Tang Wulin's strength was simply inhuman.

And along with his strength, his appetite also increased.

Since awakening his martial soul, Tang Wulin's appetite has increased to a level that even he finds outrageous.

He used to be able to eat two bowls of rice in one meal, which was considered a good appetite for a six-year-old; now he can eat five bowls in one meal and still feel hungry.

"It's probably because I'm growing," Tang Wulin comforted himself.

After school that day, Tang Wulin hurried home as usual.

The journey from Hongshan College to Mangtian Forging Studio is not far.

Tang Wulin walked very fast, then suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

A little girl was huddled in a corner of the street.

She looked about the same age as Tang Wulin, with short silver hair falling over her shoulders, and her clothes were worn but still clean.

She lowered her head, hugging her knees with both hands, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

Just as Tang Wulin was about to approach, the girl raised her head, and Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment.

Before he could speak, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Hey, there's another one squatting here."

Tang Wulin turned around and saw three shady-looking thugs walking over.

"The little girl is quite pretty."

The leader of the thugs squatted down and reached out to pinch the girl's chin.

"This kind of stuff would definitely fetch a good price at auctions up north."

The girl didn't react at all, but her eyes shifted slightly and fell on Tang Wulin.

"stop!"

Tang Wulin himself never expected to utter those words.

He rushed forward, stood in front of the girl with his arms outstretched, his back straight.

"What do you want to do!"

The leader of the thugs was taken aback at first, then looked down at the little guy who wasn't even as tall as his waist and laughed:

"Wow, are all kids these days this bold?"

His two henchmen behind him laughed along.

"Boss, is this kid asking for trouble?"

"He's not even fully grown yet and he's already trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?"

The leader of the thugs stopped smiling, stuck out a finger and poked Tang Wulin's forehead: "Kid, you have three seconds to get out of my sight."

otherwise……"

Before he could retract his fingers, a voice came from behind him.

"I've found you."

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone turned around at the same time.

There stood a figure completely covered by a black cloak.

The hood of the cloak was pulled low, covering most of his face, leaving only his chin and tightly closed lips visible.

The man in black's gaze passed through everyone and landed on Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin subconsciously took a step back, his outstretched arms still protecting the little girl.

The leader of the thugs, realizing he'd lost face, snapped, "Another one who doesn't know his place! Doesn't he know who's in charge of this street?"

The man in black strode over, casually pushing aside the two henchmen blocking his way, causing the two adults to stumble and crash into the wall.

"Damn it! You dare lay a hand on me!"

One of the henchmen got up from the ground, cursing and swearing, and was about to rush forward.

Then he saw the light coming from the man in black.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six pieces.

A total of six spirit rings slowly rotated around the man in black!

The colors of the spirit rings were particularly dazzling in the setting sun!

That's a genuine six-ring Soul Emperor!

"Soul Master!"

Someone shouted first, and the three of them scrambled out of the alley like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

The man in black never stopped walking despite the noise.

He stopped in front of Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin looked up at the black-clad figure who was much taller than him, his legs trembling, but he still did not move aside.

"You're the son of those two men?"

The voice of the man in black came from under the cloak.

Tang Wulin swallowed hard: "Who are you?"

Answer my question.

Tang Wulin clenched his fist: "...I am the son of Tang Ziran and Lang Yue."

The man in black was silent for a moment: "Very good."

Tang Wulin saw him raise his arm, and the next moment, a powerful force slammed into him from behind.

The little girl stood up at some point, threw herself at Tang Wulin, and pushed him aside with all her might.

Tang Wulin staggered and fell to the ground. Before he could react to what had happened, he saw a black longsword sweep across the spot where his head had just been.

The sword was entirely black, with a visible dark green mist swirling around its blade.

Wherever the fog passed, the air became thick and viscous, exuding a cloying, rotten smell.

If that blow had landed squarely, his head would be across the street right now.

Tang Wulin's mind went blank.

He didn't have time to think about why the man in black who suddenly appeared wanted to kill him; his body reacted before his brain did.

run!

Tang Wulin scrambled to his feet and took off running!

The man in black glanced down at the little girl blocking the ground, but his gaze didn't linger on her before he looked away.

His target is Tang Wulin.

The little girl sat on the ground, watching the man in black turn and chase after Tang Wulin in the direction he had fled.

Her fingers unconsciously clenched the front of her dress.

"Why is it so empty here?" she whispered, but no one heard her.

Tang Wulin ran as fast as he could; he was much stronger than his peers and ran quite fast.

But the footsteps behind him grew closer and closer, and he dared not turn around.

He wandered through alley after alley, turning left and right, trying to shake off his pursuers.

Run to crowded places, run to the streets, run to places where there are people!

However, the man in black moved among the pedestrians like a ghost, and no one noticed his presence.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the light; Tang Wulin finally couldn't run anymore.

He turned into an alley, only to find, to his despair, that it was a dead end. Behind him, the man in black slowly walked into the alley.

Tang Wulin turned around, leaning against the cold wall, panting heavily.

He watched the man in black approach step by step, his heart pounding in his chest as if it would explode.

"Blame your adoptive parents."

The man in black raised his hand, and the black longsword, exuding a corrupting aura, reappeared.

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, wanting to ask why. But before he could say anything, a black light flashed past.

His left arm flew off.

His right leg also flew off.

The intense pain was like an even larger sword, cleaving him in two from the inside out.

Tang Wulin didn't even have time to look down at his wounds before he collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed from the cut, splattering large patches of dark red in the dimly lit alley.

Tang Wulin let out a heart-wrenching cry for help:

"what!"

"A spirit medium!"

"Please, Spirit Master! Come and save me...!"

"Come over here quickly—anyone will do, please come and save me!!!"

The screams of a six-year-old child echoed deep in the alley, sharp enough to pierce the twilight sky.

Outside the alley.

A tall, slender young man stopped, looked around, and muttered to himself, "Could it be... they've already made their move here?"

She quickened her pace and weaved through the crowd.

Tang Wulin's voice was already hoarse from shouting.

His severed limbs twitched in the blood, and the pain began to blur his consciousness.

He felt his body getting colder and colder, as if someone was pouring buckets of ice water over him.

The man in black raised his sword again.

This time, the gun was aimed at his neck.

A black sword light fell.

Tang Wulin felt a chill in his throat, and then half of his neck disappeared.

Blood flowed back into his trachea, and he could no longer make a sound.

I'm dying.

The thought clearly surfaced in his gradually fading consciousness.

I don't want to die.

He used his only remaining hand to support his swaying head.

His vision was starting to darken, but he desperately tried to keep his eyes open.

Someone, please save me!

Is there a spirit medium here to save me?

Please, I beg you.

Please—

The alley was so quiet that only the sound of dripping blood could be heard.

no respond.

No one came.

Tang Wulin's eyes finally closed.

……

The next moment, he opened his eyes again.

He stood in the sea of ​​spirit.

Beneath my feet was nothingness, above my head was nothingness, and all around me was a faint golden mist.

Tang Wulin looked down at his limbs, which were intact, without blood or wounds.

Was it a hallucination before death?

Unbeknownst to him, his feet were moving forward involuntarily.

The golden mist parted automatically in front of him, making way for him, and he stood before the divine gate once again.

But this time Tang Wulin saw clearly; he saw what was behind the door.

That was not an enclosed space.

Behind the door lay an even deeper darkness.

Something was moving in the darkness—a massive figure, large enough to blot out the sky.

It sits quietly behind the gate, as if asleep or waiting.

Tang Wulin couldn't see its full appearance; he could only make out its outline.

The golden scales occasionally reflected a faint light in the darkness, and the sound of a single breath could make the entire sea of ​​spirit tremble.

Tang Wulin's eyes widened. That was—