Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 1292 Little Dragon Man Tang San (8K)

Tang San's eyes darted around, and he had already figured everything out in his mind.

He has already slaughtered the entire Haotian Sect.

As long as he can keep this secret hidden, he doesn't mind slaughtering the Tang Clan again.

But if he remembered correctly, he watched the Tang Clan decline before his eyes, and now it seems there are only one or two people left?

Isn't this troublesome?

Even if he wanted to completely silence them and make sure that only Tang San knew about the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he would still have to catch those remnants of the Tang Clan first.

Tang San was extremely conflicted at this moment. After all, sending enforcers from the God Realm to the mortal world to kill people was a serious crime. Who could help him do this dirty work?

Poseidon is not bad, but Tang Chen will ask to go down to the mortal realm together.

If Tang Chen knew that he had wiped out the Haotian Sect and was now going to wipe out the entire Tang Clan, how would Tang Chen react?

Moreover, he doesn't know what the relationship is between the Chosen One and the Tang Clan. What if the God Realm enforcers he sent down happen to run into the Chosen One?

Given the opponent's combat power—enough to destroy even his own Poseidon projection—even Poseidon and Tang Chen together might not be able to reliably defeat the Chosen One.

Besides, what if you can't completely eliminate the witnesses?

Tang San was deep in thought, feeling conflicted.

People in Douluo Continent will definitely wonder why he suddenly silenced the Tang Sect. If he really figured out that the Blue Silver Emperor combined with the Mysterious Heaven Skill could eventually devour bloodlines, what would happen then?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Tang San shook his head to comfort himself, even he, who had stayed in the God Realm for so long, only discovered this by chance.

He almost killed the Tang Sect on Douluo Continent long ago. The sect leader's martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, so it was impossible for it to have this effect.

Otherwise, shouldn't they have figured this out long ago, after more than 10,000 years?

Thinking of this, Tang San suddenly felt somewhat fortunate that he had tricked the Tang Sect, claiming that his martial soul was only Blue Silver Grass so that the people of Douluo Continent would admire him even more.

Indeed, he was the true chosen one; otherwise, how could his unintentional act ten thousand years ago have suddenly come true at this moment?

Thinking of this, Tang San trembled a little more, and his confidence regained its high ground. The Blue Silver Emperor on his wrist contracted slightly, and he drew out another stream of extremely pure Golden Dragon Blood.

come on!

Tang San, now determined, continued to absorb the golden dragon blood.

This time, even though Tang San was experiencing much more intense pain than before, he only broke out in a sweat and his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, but he didn't utter a sound and just silently endured it.

The power of the Golden Dragon King belongs to Tang San, and can only belong to Tang San.

The Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire was merely formed from the remains of the two great dragon kings of water and fire, yet it could produce the incredibly powerful Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire. What he was absorbing now was the living Golden Dragon King.

At this moment, no matter how fiery the Golden Dragon Blood was, no matter how hot it was like lava, all that remained in Tang San's heart was an absolute thirst for power.

At this moment, he was completely unaware that as he was absorbing the blood of the Golden Dragon King, subtle changes were beginning to occur within his body.

He was still enduring the excruciating physical pain, and he was excited as he watched the golden aura emanating from his body.

If he took a closer look, he would have noticed that the skin on his arms was now beginning to form scales that were extremely similar to those of the Golden Dragon King.

Even his own eyes began to transform into the scarlet pearl eyes unique to the Golden Dragon King.

His body was becoming slender and solid as he transformed from a human into a dragon, and his proportions were becoming increasingly unbalanced as he absorbed more and more of the golden dragon's blood.

Ultimately, whether it's the pursuit of the power of the dragon or the desire for immortality, it's essentially the karma created by greed in people's hearts.

Are the high and mighty gods really more noble than ordinary people in the mortal world who struggle to make ends meet?

They scheme against their offspring, harm the innocent, punish their parents, covet the planet's origin, and plunder the bloodlines of all living beings.

Step by step, they abandoned their identity as human beings and embarked on the path of hybridity, neither dragon nor human.

Compared to the nobles of the Fountainhead Palace who hide in the Mibu Village, day after day consuming the Fountainhead Water and absorbing the life force of others in an attempt to gain eternal life.

And those dungeon sorcerers who use the lives of innocents to extract transformative water and thus become stronger.

The only difference between Tang San and them seemed to be that he wore more gorgeous clothes and was more powerful.

Aside from that, their greed for immortality and power is exactly the same.

Tang San's process of absorbing the Golden Dragon King's bloodline was not particularly smooth.

If it were about devouring other soul beasts and plundering their bloodline, Tang San might need to devour an entire soul beast.

However, after absorbing the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, just a few mouthfuls of dragon blood were enough to overwhelm Tang San's digestive capacity.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated rapidly, transforming the power of his bloodline into his own strength.

However, in just five days, Tang San could clearly feel that the losses he had suffered from losing the Eight Wings of the Sea God and a large amount of Asura Killing Qi had been somewhat compensated.

Moreover, his physical abilities have been genuinely and significantly improved. This is the first time Tang San has been confident that he can defeat a second-level god with just his physical body.

Even among the first-level gods, few can defeat themselves when using only their physical body.

If the God of Destruction can do it, which of the remaining four God-Kings can?

Tang San was screaming in his heart. Although his body was still in pain, his soul was extremely excited.

Absorbing the power of faith and the power of the ocean in Douluo Continent—these calculations and schemes brought about significant improvements, but none of them could bring him such an immediate and dramatic boost in such a short time as devouring the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King!

Just five days, just five days!

Tang San almost roared to the sky.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

Why can't we draw the Golden Dragon King's blood?

He's just entered the fast lane of self-improvement, how can he get stuck here?

Tang San raised his right hand, which was now withered, long, with distinct knuckles, and covered with a layer of fine golden scales.

This was a change he discovered after absorbing the blood of the Golden Dragon King for an entire day—a change he couldn't erase.

This is an inevitable and irreversible change.

Think of those wolf bandits in Douluo Continent who could be hybridized, with human bodies and wolf heads.

Then think of those dragon girls who were hunted by the Holy Spirit Cult, whose bodies were covered in scales and whose faces were the only ones that resembled humans.

These are just species that naturally arose from the aura released by the death of the Dragon God on the Douluo Continent.

Now that Tang San is directly using the Mysterious Heaven Skill to plunder bloodlines, making himself even more mixed and hybrid, it's only natural that he will become a Little Dragon Man.

If we're talking about the initial circumstances of being reincarnated, Tang San didn't really have a choice.

Now, the decision to become a bastard is truly Tang San's own.

(End of this chapter)