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

The man in black sheathed his sword. Tang Wulin's body lay in a pool of blood, no longer convulsing. Blood soaked the ground of the entire alley.

With this level of bleeding, even a miracle couldn't save him.

He turned to leave, but then he heard a noise behind him and stopped in his tracks.

He sensed a change in some kind of energy; the life force that was dissipating suddenly stopped flowing away and instead began to flow back in.

He turned around and found Tang Wulin standing in a pool of blood with his head down. Blood was still dripping from the wounds of his severed limbs, and the gash on his neck made his head tilt to one side at an eerie angle. He didn't look like a living person at all.

The man in black tightened his grip on the sword hilt again. A deeper, more instinctive sense ingrained in him told him that the thing standing in front of him was definitely not the same person as the boy he had just cut into pieces.

"..."

Six spirit rings lit up simultaneously, slowly rotating around his body, while the black longsword exuding a corrupting aura was held horizontally in front of him.

The aura emanating from the "Tang Wulin" in front of him made every pore on his body scream.

"Hahaha--"

When the Golden Dragon King saw this world again, he was laughing. He was missing an arm and a leg, most of his neck had been cut off, and his head was tilted at an extremely awkward angle on his shoulder, but none of that mattered.

The important thing is that it saw the sky again, the real sky.

The afterglow of dusk fell on the stone slabs at the alley entrance, and the evening breeze, carrying the hustle and bustle of the distant streets, blew in from the alley entrance, ruffling the stray hairs on its forehead.

It spread its arms wide, and laughter squeezed out from its severed trachea, growing louder and more unrestrained with a hoarse hiss.

The laughter bounced back and forth in the narrow alley, hitting the walls and then returning, the whole alley laughing along with him.

He laughed for a long time, so long that the men in black wondered if the person in front of them was a lunatic.

The Golden Dragon King finally stopped laughing, and his vertical pupils, adorned with dark red eyeshadow, slowly turned, locking onto the man in black in front of him.

His eyes held a pure, condescending contempt.

"Hey, you bastard," the Golden Dragon King said, his voice hoarse.

"Who gave you permission to be so insolent before me?"

The soul rings on the man in black suddenly lit up.

The Golden Dragon King slowly raised his only remaining hand, extending a single index finger to point at the man in black, appearing completely harmless.

But the moment that finger was pointed at the man in black, the man in black suddenly took a step back.

Before his brain could process the scene before him, his legs had already made the decision to pull back.

A black light flashed by.

The man in black made his move without the slightest hesitation or reservation.

This sword strike was faster and more ruthless than any of the previous ones, and the corrosive soul power on the sword was so dense that it almost solidified.

With a single sword strike, Tang Wulin's only remaining arm flew off, along with the other half of his already precarious neck tissue.

The Golden Dragon King looked down at his bare shoulders.

It now has no rivals, but all it has gained is disappointment.

It turned its neck again.

"It can't even hold up its head anymore, its body is too fragile."

The man in black stared intently at the "thing" in front of him.

Anyone else, no, any spirit beast, would be dead!

But he's still alive!

"Damn it—"

The voice of the man in black came from under the cloak, a suppressed tremor.

"You bastard, are you even human?!"

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, and the light of his spirit ring surged once more.

"For the future of humanity!"

The man in black's six rings shone brightly, pouring all his soul power into this single sword strike.

The dark green mist on the sword suddenly spread out, transforming into a torrent of sword energy powerful enough to corrode steel, rushing straight towards the Golden Dragon King's face.

He showed no mercy in that attack!

His instincts told him that if he didn't completely eliminate this monster here, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The Golden Dragon King looked at the approaching sword energy and put on a confident smile.

Its severed limbs began to grow, regenerating in a way that was visible to the naked eye. Bones extended from the break, blood vessels wrapped around them, muscles covered them, and skin enveloped them.

In the time it takes to breathe, two brand new arms grew from its shoulders, along with its severed feet.

At the same time, the gruesome gash on his neck was rapidly closing, the severed trachea reconnected, and the skin and flesh closed up.

All the wounds on his limbs, neck, and body were completely healed in that instant.

boom--

A surge of vital energy erupted from the Golden Dragon King's body, forming a visible golden-red protective shield that enveloped its entire body.

The black-clad man's sword energy struck the protective shield, scattering and dissipating. The dark green corrosive energy couldn't even penetrate the surface of the shield.

"Although I don't have much power at my disposal, it's more than enough to crush ants."

Before he finished speaking, the Golden Dragon King's figure vanished.

Before the man in black could even turn his gaze, he felt an unprecedented emptiness in his left shoulder. He looked down and saw that his left arm was gone; it had vanished completely at the root.

The boy who should have been lying in a pool of blood was sitting cross-legged behind him, supporting his head with one hand and holding a black sleeve that was still dripping blood in the other.

"you!"

Before the man in black could speak, the pain finally caught up. It was a delayed, excruciating pain that exploded from the severed area of ​​his left shoulder, cleaving along the nerves deep into his brain and tearing his scream out from the depths of his throat.

Heart-wrenching screams echoed through the alley.

The Golden Dragon King casually tossed the severed arm aside, without even changing the position of the hand supporting his head.

It sighed, its tone filled with undisguised disappointment.

"boring."

I thought I could stretch my muscles a little.

The result was no different from those cowardly gods of yesteryear; so weak that I couldn't even muster the energy to laugh at them.

It extended its right hand, its index and middle fingers joined together, the fingertips pointing towards the man in black's chest.

A burst of dazzling golden energy condensed, compressed, and compressed again at his fingertips, and in the instant it appeared, it seemed to suck all the air out of the entire alley.

"Let's end it here."

"The Golden Dragon King said."

"Bang."

At the last moment, the man in black raised his sword, his martial spirit shielding him, and the green mist on the sword burned to its limit in that instant!

This is all his soul power, all his life force, and all his will!

He had to block this attack; he absolutely had to block it, for the future of humanity!

The golden light bullet pierced through the sword. The man in black looked down and saw a fist-sized hole in his chest, which went straight through from his front to his back.

He opened his mouth, then fell backward and crashed into a pool of blood, never to move again.

The Golden Dragon King looked down at his fingers, then at the corpse of the man in black on the ground.

"laugh."

"It hasn't even been a minute yet, it's not even a warm-up."

The Golden Dragon King turned around, preparing to leave the alley, but then stopped.

A young man was standing at the entrance of the alley.

Tall and slender, dressed in white, he stood there for an unknown amount of time, but his gaze remained fixed on Tang Wulin's body deep in the alley.

Clearly, he witnessed the whole thing.

The Golden Dragon King tilted his head.

"what?"