Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

A golden light shield spread out from him, protecting him completely. Within the shield, his defense and soul power recovery speed increased dramatically. At the same time, a special power spread out, attempting to strip the elemental power from Na'er's spear.

At the same time, a dazzling golden spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, complementing the three purple spirit rings.

"Golden dragon body!"

With a deep roar, golden dragon scales instantly covered Tang Wulin's entire body, causing his figure to swell, his muscles to bulge, and his body to exude an explosive sense of power.

His right hand's five fingers bent, transforming into a sharp, golden dragon claw, wreathed in terrifying power capable of shattering everything.

He knew very well that this was his only chance.

Blue Silver Grass's control was useless against Na'er; only by relying on the close-quarters combat of Golden Dragon Claw could she possibly break the deadlock.

Tang Wulin exerted force with his feet, and his whole body rushed towards Na'er like a cannonball, his golden dragon claw fiercely grabbing the shaft of the silver dragon spear.

He must first subdue the opponent's weapon and sever their arm, then exert all his strength to deliver the strongest blow.

But just as he rushed out...

The girl's figure transformed into a silver afterimage on the spot, and the tip of her spear shot out first, ignoring the elemental stripping of the blue-silver-gold light array, and directly piercing through the edge of the golden light shield.

Na'er's figure flashed with the spear light and appeared beside Tang Wulin, just in time to avoid his Golden Dragon Claw attack.

The gun swept horizontally, colliding fiercely with Tang Wulin's hastily defending Golden Dragon Claw.

"clang--"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing against metal was so loud it hurt one's eardrums. Tang Wulin felt an overwhelming force coming from the spear. Before the crushing power of the golden dragon claw could even erupt, it was shattered by the vibrational power of the silver dragon attached to the spear tip.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and several cracks appeared in the golden scales covering his entire body. His golden dragon body was on the verge of collapse under this attack.

"Tang Wulin, admit defeat."

Na'er held the Silver Dragon Spear and looked at him calmly. "Your bloodline has no chance against me."

Chapter 74 Victory or Defeat, Gu Yue Suffers! Do the People Sincerely Welcome the Holy Spirit Cult? (Fenghua)

Na'er possesses 30% of the Silver Dragon King's essence, while Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon bloodline is not even worth a drop of skin compared to the Golden Dragon King.

The Golden Dragon King's original talent is comparable to Na'er's.

She could absolutely suppress the Golden Dragon bloodline; the outcome of this duel was already predetermined from the very beginning.

"I refuse to give up! Golden Dragon Shakes the Earth!"

Tang Wulin braced himself against the ground, staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with stubbornness and perseverance.

Even knowing he was no match, he would never bow down on the stage.

He once again mobilized all the qi and blood and soul power in his body, and the golden dragon body solidified again. The light on the golden dragon claws surged to its peak, and he charged towards Na'er again, with three golden dragons formed from the power of qi and blood coiling around him.

"To fight to the death knowing you are no match is foolishness called hot-bloodedness."

Na'er watched his charging figure, sighed softly, and the only black ten-thousand-year soul ring under her feet finally lit up.

A terrifying surge of soul power instantly swept across the entire arena. A thousand-meter-long silver dragon phantom appeared in the sky, its might so great that the entire audience held their breath. Those with dragon bloodlines experienced it even more!

The Silver Dragon Spear was held high in her hand, merging with the illusory image of a silver dragon. The spear's momentum, descending from the sky, locked onto the charging Tang Wulin.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Silver Dragon World-Destroying Spear."

As the gunshot landed, the soul-guided shield was activated to its limit, and the pale blue light screen trembled violently.

On the arena, all the golden-patterned blue silver grass instantly turned into dust. Tang Wulin's golden dragon claw had no chance to resist this spear force.

He felt an irresistible force enveloping him, and the golden dragon bloodline within him completely subsided.

The spear tip finally stopped an inch in front of his brow, the sharp wind from the spear making his cheek sting.

Tang Wulin, however, could no longer muster any strength. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the arena, panting heavily, utterly powerless and dejected.

The referee landed in the center of the ring in an instant and loudly announced the final result.

"Na'er wins the junior group semi-final!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd. Na'er sheathed her Silver Dragon Spear. "I made you admit defeat; you're the one who's going to get beaten."

Tang Wulin looked into her pure eyes, gave a bitter smile, shook his head, said nothing, and turned to limp off the stage.

On the arena, amidst the cheers, Na'er glanced up at a certain direction in the stands and gave a sweet smile to Qian Gu Xing Ci.

Na'er, like a light silver butterfly, laughed and flew into Qian Gu Xing Ci's arms. Her soft silver hair brushed against his chin, carrying the pleasant fragrance of gardenia.

Her eyes reflected Qian Gu Xing Ci's figure, and she gently brushed her nose against his chest.

This made Qian Gu Xing Ci chuckle, and he reached out to ruffle her hair.

He took Na'er's slightly cool hand in his own, their fingers intertwined, and they walked side by side toward the youth group competition area.

The afternoon sun seemed to favor the couple, casting dappled shadows on them.

The young man was tall and handsome, with a gentle and composed demeanor.

The young girl was stunningly beautiful and lively, her white dress accentuating her snow-white skin, creating a picture of a perfect couple.

They were oblivious to the envious glances cast their way, walking slowly through the shimmering light on the ground.

"Xingci, haven't your draw results come out yet?" Na'er shook their clasped hands.

Qian Gu Xing Ci shook his head. "The organizers plan to use the ancient method of drawing lots, which will begin before the competition starts. It will be about the same time when we get there."

"That's perfect!" Na'er's eyes suddenly lit up. She tiptoed and leaned close to his ear, her breath warm. "I want to see you fight Gu Yue!"

I've been looking forward to this for so long!

Na'er's abacus beads have practically bounced off the face of the remnant soul of the Dragon God in Dragon Valley!

If the ancient moon wins, the stars of a thousand ages will bid farewell in sorrow!

The stars have mourned through the ages, the moon has suffered.

Gu Yue wins, Gu Yue suffers!

Gu Yue's defeat is bitter indeed!

Win, Gu Yue suffers!

Defeat, Gu Yue suffers!

Na'er suddenly stopped in her tracks, and unconsciously tightened her grip on Qian Gu Xing Ci's hand. She seemed to be paused, and stood still, shaking her head.

Three strands of hair stood up.

She blinked her round eyes twice, and then her mind suddenly went blank.

Wait a minute! Something's not right!

How could she have been so certain so naturally just now?

Gu Yue will be sad because Xing Ci is sad?!

Na'er's mind was filled with a jumble of questions.

She was the Silver Dragon King, full of humanity.

Gu Yue always wore a cold and aloof expression, constantly spouting righteousness, morality, and the mission of the dragon clan's revival.

She shook her head violently, causing her fluffy silver hair to fly up.

How could Gu Yue care about Xing Ci more than I do!

How could her humanity be any stronger than mine!

It's all an illusion!

"Why did you suddenly stop?" Qian Gu Xing Ci was pulled to a stop by her.

Na'er snapped back to reality, her ear tips instantly turning a light red. She quickly banished the jumbled thoughts from her mind, grabbed his hand, and pulled him forward.

......

Beneath the permafrost of the far north lies the underground temple where the Holy Spirit Cult resides.

Beneath the perpetually dark dome, only eerie green will-o'-the-wisps flickered between the pillars, and a chilling, deathly aura silently churned within the empty hall.

Two figures broke through the restrictions outside the hall and stepped into the hall, their footsteps piercing the wind and snow.

It was Nanali and Leng Yulai who went to assassinate Qian Gu Xing Ci.

But the moment their gazes fell upon the main seat of the hall, they both stopped in their tracks.

On the cold ground, the Dark Blood Demon knelt prostrate, not daring to lift his head. His body trembled slightly uncontrollably, his forehead pressed against the ground.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin onto the cold stone surface, and he didn't dare to breathe.

On the throne, the Ghost Emperor leaned back in the cold chair, his face mostly obscured by swirling black mist, leaving only his eyes, which gleamed with a chilling green light, visible as he stared at the kneeling Dark Blood Demon below with a half-smile.

"Blood Demon, you just said that our chances of winning against just one of Shrek Academy, Tang Sect, or Spirit Pagoda are slim, is that right?"

The chilling voice echoed in the empty hall, each word carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

The Dark Blood Demon's body trembled even more violently, its forehead pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to utter a single word of explanation.

The Ghost Emperor, however, seemed oblivious to his trembling silence, chuckled softly, and continued on his own.

"Yes, we're not that strong yet."

Then our opponent will only be one of the Steve Danish legends, not that so-called alliance!

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up from his throne, and the black mist around him surged violently, carrying an overwhelming aura of malevolence.

"The East Wind is not cooperating, and the councilor has no power."

The Ghost Emperor strolled out, conjuring a map of the Douluo Continent.

Walk to the front of the map.

"I don't understand why everyone is saying that the former leader, Death God Douluo, is trapped in the Sun and Moon Imperial Palace, as if this imperial palace is destined to be fraught with danger for us."

For ten thousand years, wherever our religion and army have passed, the people have all turned into phantoms (and sincerely welcomed us), which can be said to be taking full advantage of the opportune moment!

In any case, the three limits of this religion are even more like three near-divine beings, so the advantage lies with me!

Since we've fallen in the palace, let's start the operation right there!

If you can't get it, then steal it!