The Legend of the Dragon King

“In the earlier years, his cultivation was nothing special. When Qiangu Dongfeng was nine years old, his cultivation base had already surpassed the twelve-year-old Qiangu Qingfeng. This had made his clan disregard him even more, and he was treated like an outcast. He did not share the same mother as Qiangu Dongfeng. Due to his half-blooded status in addition to his mother dying after giving birth to him, it had made his life in the clan quite difficult. When he was fourteen years old, he took a grant from the clan ostensibly to study abroad. After that, he did not return to the clan for twenty years.”

“Qiangu Dongfeng lived out a smooth life over those years. His elevation was extremely fast thanks to the financial support he received from the whole clan. He had already made a name for himself by the age of thirty and broke through to Title Douluo-rank. He was in high spirits at the time. Around that time, Qiangu Qingfeng suddenly came back. The first thing he did upon his return was challenge Qiangu Dongfeng.”

As they chatted, Yali and Tang Wulin flew into the sky and stood facing Qiangu Qiangfeng and his wife on the opposite side.

“Did Qiangu Qiangfeng win?” asked Tang Wulin to Yali as he watched the opposing team on the other side.

Yali nodded and said, “Yes. It was said that Qiangu Dongfeng lost terribly. Qiangu Qingfeng had only a few words for Qiangu Dongfeng upon defeating him. He said, ‘It’s not that I’m incapable of competing against you, but I just don’t want to compete.’ With that, he walked away once again and never took a position within the Spirit Pagoda. I truly didn’t expect that he would come this time. If he had the ability to suppress Qiangu Dongfeng decades ago, he must be even more powerful now.”

A little nervous, Tang Wulin asked, “Has he never journeyed through the continent before?”

“He did, but…”

Before Yali could finish speaking, Qiangu Qingfeng nodded toward them. He said calmly, “Let’s begin.”

As he spoke, he had already taken the lead to step forward and guided the air with his right hand. Six black and three red soul rings emerged around his body! Surprisingly, the three red ones were one-hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

Meanwhile, at his side, his wife sat cross-legged in midair, a faint smile on her face. A miniature zither appeared on her lap. The zither, a guzheng, was snowy white all over. It was diffusing cold mist into the air. Nine soul rings bloomed from her body. Even though the color combination of her soul rings was not as powerful as Qiangu Qingfeng’s, the last soul ring in her collection was red as well.

They were both Title Douluos with one-hundred-thousand year soul rings. Moreover, Qiangu Dongfeng could very possibly be a Limit Douluo. It was apparent that this two-on-two match would not be finished easily.

“She is the Cold Rhyme Douluo Xia Zhengleng!” Yali gasped in astonishment.

Tang Wulin was also slightly stunned upon hearing the name because he had heard it before. He just could not only recall when or how.

There were thousands of martial soul types available in the soul masters’ world, but it was easier to comprehend when the martial souls were divided into major categories. For example, the main classifications were beast soul, tool soul, and so on. In turn, there were numerous categories for battle systems including assault system, control system, agility system, shield system, food system, and more. There was a category known as soundwave-type martial souls.

It was a minor category because the number of soul masters with this type of martial soul was relatively low. Tang Wulin had heard of the Cold Rhyme Douluo before because she was said to be the first soundwave-type soul master of her generation in Shrek Academy’s records. It was a Cold Rhyme Guzheng that could send shockwaves through Heaven and Earth with a melody that could create chaos in the vault of Heaven.

This woman had been a renowned powerhouse for decades! If she was not a Limit Douluo, she would be a Hyper Douluo at the very least. There had not been much news about her for the past few decades. Tang Wulin did not expect that she would appear here on this day. On top of that, she was representing the Spirit Pagoda.

The Spirit Pagoda’s inner secrets were much more abundant than he had imagined. The combination of the Cold Rhyme Douluo and Qiangu Qingfeng could definitely be considered a terrifying team.

There was a flash of black light from Qiangu Dongfeng’s raised palm, and a long, slim weapon appeared in his hand.

It was an enormous fangtian ji, a crescent-bladed halberd. Judging from its size, it was similar to Tang Wulin’s golden trident, but it had a different design. The golden trident had three sharp blades, while Qiangu Qingfeng’s completely pitch-black ji was fitted with a crescent blade on both sides of the pole and had a purple-black glow. It appeared to be extremely thick and heavy.

“That is Qiangu Qingfeng’s Purgatory Ji. His title is Purgatory and he is the Purgatory Douluo!” Yali swiftly reminded Tang Wulin.

“Alright!” Tang Wulin responded from his side. All of a sudden, everything around them darkened. It was not a visual effect, but more like a spiritual effect. It felt as if his sea of spirit had turned pitch-black.

In the next moment, an incomparably heavy aura rushed at Tang Wulin. Qiangu Qingfeng had made a move.

The Purgatory Douluo had launched his first soul skill, Dark Night Assasination!

Tang Wulin was plunged into temporary blindness. The opponent was capable of fusing his spiritual cultivation base with his soul skill. Additionally, the effect had even affected Tang Wulin at Thought Concretization level. It was enough to prove that the opponent’s spiritual cultivation was definitely not below his own.

As expected, it was very, very rare for anything to happen by chance in this world. Qiangu Qingfeng was genuinely a Limit Douluo-ranked powerhouse.

“Ding!” With a ringing sound, a speckle of light bloomed in the darkness, revealing everything in the outside world once again.

Tang Wulin floated steadfastly in the sky. His dazzling Golden Dragon Spear pushed against the Purgatory Ji and its power was used to shake the Ji away while he remained unmoved in the sky. He had not been repulsed by the opponent’s surprise attack.

Astonishment flashed past Qiangu Qingfeng’s eyes. The purple-black radiance suddenly began to hum around his body. Soon after, the Purgatory Ji in his hand glowed brightly. He swept it horizontally through the air and a purple-black light blade charged at Tang Wulin in a split second.

It was the Purgatory Douluo’s second soul skill, Hell Cut!

The cut appeared to be extremely simple and its range had only reached Tang Wulin, but Tang Wulin felt like he was drowning in extreme danger.

He immediately retreated while golden dragon scales covered his body. As he launched the Golden Dragon Body, he accelerated so much that a wave of golden ripples exploded out from his body. He used the Golden Dragon Tremor Burst to break free from the opponent’s target zone and dodge the Hell Cut.

At the same time, Tang Wulin shook the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand and sent out thousands of golden spear tips to bombard the Purgatory Douluo. It was the Thousand Accusing Fingers!

Tang Wulin had been given the moniker ‘Spear God’ in the past. Over the years, his aptitude with the spear had reached perfection in every way.

The Thousand Accusing Fingers was launched skillfully. The skill had a classic and elegant aura. It was untraceable, as if it had transcended worldliness, yet it did not leave even a wisp of smoke. It felt as if the spear was supposed to appear there and fuse with Heaven and Earth.

It was One with the Heaven!

Reaching such a realm was a dream for many soul masters, but Tang Wulin had already done so some time ago. As the chosen one of the plane, it was much easier for him to achieve One with the Heaven!

“Clang!” A sharp sound suddenly echoed.

Tang Wulin felt as if he was drenched in a basin full of ice water from head to toe. His entire person seemed to turn translucent and his movements had also slowed.

The Thousand Accusing Fingers was as strong as ever, but it had suddenly lost its direction. The purple-black Purgatory Ji had arrived at Tang Wulin’s chest in an instant.

Tang Wulin stayed calm and composed as he quickly shifted the Golden Dragon Spear to both his hands in order to block the attack from the front. At the same time, every scale on his Golden Dragon Body turned as reflective as a mirror. It was the Golden Dragon King’s second soul skill, the Golden Dragon Domineering Body!

“Clang!” Tang Wulin fell back at the sound. On the other hand, the Purgatory Ji also bounced off the Golden Dragon Spear.

Tang Wulin felt as if his soul was about to leave his body the moment he was struck by the opponent’s attack. An extremely unpleasant sensation radiated from his body.

The Purgatory Douluo Qiangu Qingfeng was still attacking with the Hell Cut. Tang Wulin only understood how terrifying the opponent was after he was struck by the attack.

After being struck by the Hell Cut, he felt as if his soul was being stripped away from him. Even though he was still capable of exercising control over his body, he felt as if his body had lost control over his soul. It felt like his soul was merely floating by his side.