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

Wu Changkong stood motionless in place.

The alley was filled with a heavy stench of blood. The body of the man in black lay in a pool of blood, his severed arm lying three steps away, his fingers still in the grip of a sword.

He chased the evil spirit master for several days, and the master escaped from his sword several times, leaving behind the corpses of several innocent people each time.

The Holy Spirit Cult's six-ring Soul Emperor level evil soul master, while not top-tier in strength, is extremely cunning.

Wu Changkong thought he could finally put an end to this today, but he never expected to witness such a "ending".

She was killed by a boy who looked only six years old, like crushing an ant.

His gaze fell on the figure deep in the alley.

Tang Wulin stood in the middle of the pool of blood, covered in blood, but without a single wound.

If it weren't for the large amount of blood still remaining on the ground, Wu Changkong would have almost thought he was seeing things.

Then the boy turned his head, and Wu Changkong was shocked. Those were not human eyes!

A chill ran from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head, and every hair on my body stood on end.

The two-word battle armor "Heavenly Ice" was completed in an instant, and the martial soul Heavenly Frost Sword appeared in his right hand.

The Golden Dragon King looked at the set of items that had suddenly appeared on Wu Changkong's body and said:

"Feed".

"Hey kid, what are you wearing?"

Wu Changkong's entire attention was focused on the Golden Dragon King's hand. He gripped the Heavenly Frost Sword tightly, pressing the tip down slightly, assuming a stance that allowed him to both attack and defend.

The Golden Dragon King waited for a while but received no response.

"Feed..."

Its tone was a little lower than before.

"I'm asking you a question!"

Wu Changkong's sword tip remained motionless, his eyes fixed on every subtle movement of the Golden Dragon King. He dared not be distracted to answer an unimportant question, for he knew very well that when facing an opponent of this caliber, any moment of distraction could be fatal.

The Golden Dragon King narrowed his eyes, feeling extremely displeased.

It put its fingers back into its pockets, put its hands in its pockets, and strode directly towards the alley entrance.

One step, two steps.

As the Golden Dragon King strolled over, with each step he took, Wu Changkong felt the weight on his shoulders increase.

The difference in the level of life is like an ant facing an anteater; instinct tells it that you are not on the same dimension.

Three steps.

"stop."

Wu Changkong spoke, his voice cold and hard, and he stood with his sword at the entrance of the alley.

The Golden Dragon King stopped in his tracks.

"Oh?"

It raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in its tone.

"Finally speaking? I thought you were mute."

"You can't go out."

Wu Changkong said.

The Golden Dragon King's smile faded slightly.

"reason?"

"You will endanger the people outside."

"If I want to leave, do you think you can stop me?"

"I have no interest in fighting ants. Get out of my way."

Wu Changkong did not move.

"I'll say it one last time, get out of the way."

The chilling aura emanating from the Heavenly Frost Sword suddenly surged, and a layer of white frost condensed on the walls on both sides of the alley.

Wu Changkong gripped his sword even tighter, his legs straight and unyielding.

"madness."

When the Golden Dragon King said those two words, his tone was very calm, neither angry nor disappointed.

It disappeared.

Wu Changkong was shocked. He hadn't seen the other party's movements at all, and hadn't even sensed the fluctuations of soul power.

Only a golden afterimage flashed across my retina, and then a sharp pain exploded from all parts of my body at the same time.

The entire two-word battle armor shattered in the same instant, as if an invisible giant hammer had fallen from the sky, enveloping his entire body in its hammering.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps before managing to steady himself.

With his hands still in his pockets, the Golden Dragon King strolled leisurely to the street outside the mouth.

"Make way."

Excuse me.

Wu Changkong used his sword to support his body, barely managing to stand upright, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He watched the figure walk further and further away, his fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly.

The result of his internal calculations sent chills down his spine: the two-word battle armor, combined with his own cultivation, gave him combat power that had reached the level of a Soul Douluo.

But against that thing, they couldn't even withstand a single move; it was a complete and utter crushing defeat.

Title Douluo?

No, at least a Super Douluo, or even higher.

Once an entity of this caliber enters a city...

Wu Changkong gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit up, preparing to chase after him.

He didn't know if he could stop it, but he knew that if he didn't, the consequences could be ten times worse than the damage caused by the man in black.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a step forward.

But then it stopped again.

Not far ahead on the street, the boy covered in blood suddenly stiffened, and like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell straight forward.

It landed face down on the ground with a dull thud.

Wu Changkong approached cautiously, ready to respond to any sudden attack.

The boy didn't move, and the oppressive feeling was gone.

Wu Changkong stopped a few steps away.

"What the heck..."

"Only three minutes..."

The voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, but the tone carried a childlike grievance and complaint, and then the boy fell completely still.

Wu Changkong stood there, the tip of his sword still pointing at the boy on the ground.

Three minutes?

He crouched down and turned the boy over, looking down at the face covered in dust and blood.

The "tattoo" on his body has disappeared, and he looks like an ordinary child.

Wu Changkong remained silent for a long time before finally lifting the blood-covered boy from the ground.