Legend of the Dragon King: I really didn't mean to provoke them!

“Those who disobey shall be executed.”

The palm suddenly slammed down.

Original Soul Skill - Ten Thousand Blades Return to Origin!

Chapter 130 The Glazed Dragon Falls, and the Dragons Cry in Mourning

In an instant, the flying light dragon blades and shadow dragon blades simultaneously emitted deafening dragon roars.

All the blades instantly converged, forming a huge, glassy dragon blade tens of meters long.

On the Dragon Blade, the power of light and darkness merged perfectly, transforming into a lifelike glass dragon that crashed down with earth-shattering force towards the raging ice and snow forest below.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The moment the Glazed Dragon Blade pierced the icy forest, all sounds seemed to be swallowed up.

The moment those indestructible, ice-blue giant trees touched the Glazed Dragon Blade, they melted and shattered at a visible speed, just like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

Countless ice crystal fragments flew through the air, only to be completely annihilated by the power of light and darkness before they even hit the ground.

That terrifying martial soul fusion skill, forcibly propelled by the world's corrective force and which even Wu Changkong couldn't stop in time, was actually cleaved in two by Xie Xie's move!

"puff--"

The icy forest was forcibly crushed.

Zhou Hanyou and Zhou Tian'er both coughed up a mouthful of blood. The two sisters turned ashen-faced and collapsed to the ground, the light and shadow behind them dissipating.

The raging cold and life force vanished instantly, and the entire arena returned to clarity, leaving only shattered ice crystals and deep, bottomless knife marks.

In mid-air, the dazzling luster of Xie Xie's glass dragon horns gradually faded, becoming transparent and ethereal, as if they might shatter at any moment. His once straight back also gradually bent.

He looked down at the chaotic arena, then glanced at the unharmed Gu Yue and Tang Wulin, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing on his lips.

Then, in a voice so soft that only he could hear it, he murmured:

"Time's up..."

Xie Xie's index finger twitched slightly, accompanied by a faint ripple in spacetime, and a wisp of light disappeared into the air.

"Little guy, train him well. Perhaps he really is qualified to inherit my position."

Another ripple appeared in mid-air.

"The Lord of the Planes? He's not qualified to interfere in my affairs."

The light flickered slightly.

"No, his will is not strong enough. Since he only wants to follow the original plot, then you should continue to do your duty and firmly maintain the original plot direction. If necessary, I will allow you to take action yourself."

The light shimmered and sparkled.

The next moment, Xie Xie slowly closed his eyes.

The light and dark soul power surrounding him suddenly dissipated, and the dragon's might that had shaken the entire scene vanished without a trace.

He fell straight down from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

"Thank you, Xie!"

For the first time, Gu Yue's voice trembled with heart-wrenching pain. She rushed out almost instinctively, elemental power condensing into wind beneath her feet, propelling her body forward at high speed.

Tang Wulin also moved, his anger almost uncontrollable, and golden scales flashed continuously on his body.

Wu Changkong's figure was faster than theirs.

Her icy blue soul power left a long afterimage, but even so, she was still a step too late.

"Boom-"

The heavy thud of the impact struck everyone's hearts.

Xie Xie crashed heavily onto the cold competition platform with a dull thud.

The moment he landed, it felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered by the backlash.

The two extreme forces of light and darkness raged wildly within him, like two out-of-control knives, wantonly slicing through his meridians, flesh, and even his soul.

I can clearly feel my body gradually disintegrating from the inside out.

"cough--"

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, not the usual red, but with a faint golden hue, which splattered onto the white competition stage, stinging the eyes.

Golden blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, soaking his school uniform on his chest.

His body twitched once, and then remained completely still.

Xie Xie's eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, his body, which was originally warm, turned cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost invisible, and his breath dissipated to the last wisp.

"Xie Xie! Xie Xie, wake up!"

Gu Yue rushed to his side, her hand trembling as she reached out to check his breath.

But the moment her fingertips touched his skin, she flinched as if she had been burned.

His body was as cold as ice, with only a tiny, barely perceptible warmth remaining in a small area around his heart.

Guangzai and Yingzai also emerged from their martial spirits. The two little dragons circled Xie Xie incessantly, rubbing their little heads against his cheeks and whimpering anxiously and aggrievedly, tears falling drop by drop onto his face.

Tang Wulin squatted down beside him, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turning white.

He looked at Xie Xie lying lifeless on the ground, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a piece of burning coal, unable to utter a single word.

A nauseatingly distorted sensation suddenly swept through the air, and Xie Xie's faint breathing stopped completely.

As previously stated, the world's corrective force extracted Xie Xie's soul and simultaneously smoothed out this unexpected variable that went beyond the original plot.

Everyone's memories have been altered.

In everyone's memory, Xie Xie was seriously injured by the Ice and Snow Forest while protecting Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

His current condition is unknown.

The audience was completely silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene on the competition stage.

Zhang Zhenpeng, who was in mid-air, was the first to regain his senses, but the next moment, his back was soaked with cold sweat. Looking at the pool of golden blood on the ground, he swallowed hard, unable to utter a single word.

He never imagined that the game would end this way.

Gu Yue didn't speak, she just held Xie Xie's cold body tightly.

She mobilized all her elemental power—gentle water, warm fire, heavy earth—and poured it all into Xie Xie's body, desperately protecting his fragile heart meridian.

There were no tears in her eyes, only a bottomless coldness and resolute determination.

"You are not allowed to die."

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If you die, I will destroy the human world."

My memory has been fully restored, and my thoughts no longer waver.

At this moment, she was not a human girl, but the ruler of all soul beasts and the avatar of the Dragon God—the Silver Dragon King.

Not only her, but also the golden dragon in Tang Wulin's spiritual sea, which was tightly imprisoned by the eighteen seals, began to wail.

Tang Wulin's pupils constantly switched between black pupils and beastly pupils.

The rage and heartache surging deep within his chest could no longer be suppressed, and his mind trembled violently.

The Golden Dragon King's essence, hidden within him, began to stir, and the originally stable seals started to vibrate wildly, covered with fine cracks.

The already unstable second seal began to show signs of cracking.

The raging golden dragon's might leaked out uncontrollably, mixed with endless violence and sorrow, almost breaking through all constraints.

At the critical moment, a vast and ancient consciousness suddenly awakened from the depths of Tang Wulin's mind.

It's Old Tang.

Chapter 131 Heavenly Ice Out of Control, Dragon Lord Candidate

An invisible force instantly enveloped the entire sea of ​​spirit.

Not only did it firmly suppress the restless remnant soul of the Golden Dragon King, but it also forcibly smoothed the cracks in the seal and reinforced and locked the crumbling second seal once again.

The surging, malevolent bloodline energy was forcibly suppressed, and the out-of-control beast eyes slowly lost their crimson color.

Tang Wulin's pupils returned to their clear black color.

After doing all that, Old Tang made another move.

He neither wanted the Golden Dragon King's power to leak out prematurely, nor did he want Tang Wulin to continue to suffer in this emotionally broken state. A gentle yet domineering power of sleep slowly enveloped his consciousness.

The struggle and anger in Tang Wulin's eyes slowly faded, his body went limp, his vision went black, and he fainted, falling straight to the ground.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a chilling aura, colder than ice and snow, suddenly descended.

Wu Changkong's gaze was fixed on the distance not far away—

Gu Yue knelt on the ground and held Xie Xie's cold body tightly in her arms.

The boy's head drooped limply in the crook of her neck, his face was pale and transparent, and golden bloodstains still remained at the corners of his mouth. His eyes, which were always smiling, were tightly closed, without even the slightest ripple.

Guangzai and Yingzai lay on his chest, their small bodies trembling like sieves, emitting soft, desperate sobs.

This scene, like a sharp knife chilled to ice, pierced deeply into her deepest memories.

The scene before my eyes began to distort and overlap.

Gu Yue's figure gradually blurred, transforming into the girl in the white dress from back then.

Xie Xie's long, brown hair transformed into Long Bing's soft, long hair.

The boy's icy body temperature in her arms perfectly overlapped with the temperature that had gradually dissipated in Long Bing's arms back then.

The same sense of powerlessness.

The same despair.

It's the same; watching helplessly as the most important person in your life slowly fades away before your eyes.

And she could do nothing.

"The vast sky..."

She seemed to hear Long Bing's last soft call again, tinged with blood and foam, filled with regret and a final sense of relief.

"Sorry……"

"--No!"

Wu Changkong clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm, blood dripping from between her fingers, but she was completely unaware.

The two images merged completely.

The person in his arms was both Long Bing and Xie Xie.

These are all people she desperately wanted to protect, but always fell just short of doing so!

When she looked up again, her dark green eyes, which always carried a faint sense of aloofness, had lost all warmth.

There was no anger, no roars, only a desolate, frozen plain.

That was the most extreme killing intent born from the deepest sorrow and the death of the heart.

"Om-"

Six spirit rings suddenly rose from beneath her feet without warning.

Two yellow, two purple, two black.