The Legend of the Dragon King

At least, Tang Wulin acknowledged that he was incapable of doing so before he created the Dragon Emperor Forbidden Law. He had only acquired some inner secrets for himself when he gained the Dragon Emperor Forbidden Law.

He raised his head and looked at Qiangu Dongfeng. He said plainly, “Pagoda Master Qiangu, we have won the first battle.”

“Continue then.” Qiangu Dongfeng did not waste time talking nonsense either. He looked at Tang Wulin and shouted right away, “Three!”

Tang Wulin followed along and shouted, “Two, one, begin!”

One person flew out from each side once again and headed straight for the sky.

A tall, old man with a large build flew out from the Spirit Pagoda’s side. Tang Wulin had never seen this old man before. He did not look familiar, but Tang Wulin had a change of countenance as soon as he flew into the sky. This was because Tang Wulin sensed the exceedingly powerful spiritual fluctuation radiating from the old man’s body.

Having reached the Spirit Domain Realm, Tang Wulin’s spiritual power was considered extremely powerful in the Spirit Domain realm. One could imagine the extent of the old man’s spiritual power given that even Tang Wulin had noticed its strength.

This person was a Thought Concretization powerhouse at the very least. Could it be that he was the hidden Limit Douluo in the Spirit Pagoda?

On the other hand, the person that rose into the sky from Shrek Academy’s side was none other than the person that had been holding Lan Muzi’s hand earlier, the lover of Lan Muzi, the inner court senior disciple sister of Shrek Academy, and a Sea God’s Pavilion member, Tang Yinmeng.

Tang Wulin was a very low profile person just like Lan Muzi. Both of them had mild dispositions and they were always in harmony with the rest of the world. Years, they had decided to never leave Shrek Academy upon entering the inner court because they loved it there and were willing to serve Shrek.

When they were arranging the lineup, Lan Muzi only needed to tell Tang Wulin that they wished to enter the battle first and Tang Wulin agreed.

Lan Muzi had made a grand display of his formidable abilities in the previous match and in this battle, Tang Yinmeng’s opponent was no simpleton!

The Spirit Pagoda’s side had already lost one round of the battle. They were determined to achieve victory in the second round. Tang Wulin wondered if his senior disciple sister was capable of withstanding her opponent?

A stream of thoughts flooded his mind, but all he could do was choose to believe in his teammate at this moment.

Both of them swiftly soared high into the sky. The tall old man closed his eyes, and there was a distorted glow around his body. Something exceedingly ghastly then appeared.

Out of thin air, a giant nine-headed snake emerged underneath his feet and supported his body.

The giant snake was translucent, and it was not emitting the aura of a spirit soul. It felt as if it was a completely illusionary creature.

The snake’s nine heads were divided into three colors. The three heads in the middle were purple-black, the three on the left were green in color, and the three heads on the right were blue. The only similarity between all the heads was their frosty glare. The snake heads leered at Tang Yinmeng coldly.

What was that?

Soul rings had also emerged on the old man’s body. He had nine black soul rings. It was exactly the same as the Bloodthirsty Douluo’s and Lan Muzi’s had been.

Ever since the spirit ascension platform came into existence, almost all high-ranking soul masters were equipped with such color combinations for their soul rings. It was still very rare to see red soul rings.

Tang Yinmeng unleashed her martial soul as well. Her martial soul was very special. It appeared to be about the size of a fist in the form of a nut-shaped item with many holes on its surface.

The peculiar object would have confused the vast majority of people, as most would have no idea what it was upon seeing it. Only a minority of more experienced people were aware that the martial soul before Tang Yinmeng was a Chinese musical instrument known as the Xun. It was a special vessel flute capable of playing melodious sounds that travelled long distances. It was a rarely seen instrument, and it was even rarer to see it as a martial soul.

Nine black soul rings appeared on her body as well. Tang Yinmeng held the Xun in her hands and began playing it.

“Hoo…” It had a melodious tone that travelled far away. It sounded rather sorrowful, as if the music would take a person back in time to an ancient battlefield. A gush of devastation spread out and bloomed in a split second. It felt as if the entire world had turned dreary and desolate.

The nine-headed snake underneath the old man suddenly moved, raising hall of its simultaneously. The three heads in the middle moved as if to strike, but not a sound was heard. Three beams of purple light blasted out from their mouths and moved toward Tang Yinmeng at lightning speed.

The sound of the Xun echoed once again. “Hoo hoo…”

Ripples appeared in the air. The air seemed to turn into overlapping layers due to the effects of the soundwave. The three beams of purple light seemed to have been refracted as if by light. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the three beams turned backward.

What sort of ability was that?

Was she trying to manipulate space with sound and caused it to retract?

The powerhouses on the Spirit Pagoda’s side were high-ranking veteran soul masters, but it was the first time these powerhouses had seen the unusual martial souls of both Lan Muzi and Tang Yinmeng.

The three beams of refracted purple radiance penetrated the body of the nine-headed snake. However, they simply went right through the snake’s body without having any effect. It flew toward the distance leaving no trace behind. There was no change to the nine-headed snake’s body at all.

Was it transparent? Was it impervious to injury?

What sort of creature was that?

Tang Yinmeng shifted her gaze ever so slightly. It was quite apparent that her opponent was also someone extraordinary.

The nine-headed snake moved, carrying the old man’s body as it slithered toward Tang Yinmeng rapidly. This time, all nine gigantic heads of the snake fired in unison.

Nine beams of light shot out and flew across the sky.

Once again, the Xun played loudly and the air surrounding Tang Yinmeng twisted. There was no change to the soul rings on her body, so no one could tell which soul skill had she unleashed at the moment. Even so, the air around her seemed to be acting as a protective shield that refracted those beams of radiance away from her. It was possible that because more attacks were fired at her simultaneously this time, she could not bend them all back toward her opponent. Only one beam was sent back at the old man standing on the nine-headed snake.

One of the snake heads blew out a beam of light to neutralize the beam aimed at the old man.

As expected, his body was incapable of withstanding the attack!

As compared to the frontal collision of the previous battle, this round of battle appeared to be extremely ghastly.

The nine-headed snake underneath the old man blew out beams of radiance continuously while Tang Yinmeng blew the Xun in her hands without stopping to refract the radiance.

Both of them seemed to be caught in a stalemate, but neither of them intended to take the initiative and change their attack.

Could this become a battle of attrition? These were two Title Douluo-ranked powerhouses though.

Tang Wulin looked toward Yali. “Mother, are you acquainted with this person from the Spirit Pagoda?”

Yali frowned ever so slightly and shook her head. “Not really. I’ve never heard of him either. What is his martial soul? It’s definitely not as simple as the snake underneath his body.”

Tang Wulin said, “That’s right! His spiritual fluctuation is very powerful. I can feel that the snake seems to be condensed from his spirit. Could it be that he has a summon-type martial soul?”

“Not likely. A soul beast or a beast from another plane summoned from a summon-type martial soul has a solid form. His doesn’t have a that. It’s quite different.”

“As expected, the Spirit Pagoda has a group of extraordinary people on their side as expected.”

The Bloodthirsty Douluo, who had lost the first battle, had returned to the Spirit Pagoda’s side. After removing his battle armor, he had a sickly look with many charred black spots all over his body. His aura had obviously weakened and it was apparent that he was injured rather severely.

He looked toward Lan Muzi standing on Shrek’s side icily, cold radiance glimmering constantly in his eyes.

The battle in the sky had already been at a stalemate for three minutes. It appeared to be rather scenic due to the countless beams of light that interlaced with one another in the sky.

Nevertheless, it seemed to be quite meaningless for the beams to be shooting here and there.

Meanwhile, Tang Wulin suddenly heard a voice in his ears, and there was a look of enlightenment in his eyes at once.

He turned around and walked to Lan Muzi’s side. He whispered something into Lan Muzi’s ears softly.

Lan Muzi nodded ever so slightly upon hearing Tang Wulin’s words. He lifted his head and looked at Tang Yinmeng in the sky. His lips appeared to be humming as if he was speaking.

Tang Yinmeng’s Xun music suddenly changed its tone from the earlier sorrowful tune to a violent, murderous one. It sounded like the bugle of a war in the sky. The distorted air around her immediately transformed into monstrous waves that surged toward the old man. She was no longer in a passive defense mode, but was spearheading her offensive.

The snake’s nine heads underneath the old man blew out beams of radiance once again. However, the beams were dispersed in a split second as soon as they came into contact with the soundwave rippling through the air.

At that moment, the soul rings on the old man’s body had finally begun to change. However, instead of one ring glowing, all nine of his soul rings were pulsating rhythmically.

The nine-headed snake below his body suddenly transformed. Its ten-meter-long body grew to one hundred meters in an instant, and a terrifying aura surged forth from its body. It was bursting with a tyrannical energy that exuded an overwhelming sensation.

The nine heads fired in unison. This time, it was no longer beams of light, but a gush of radiance as strong as the Yangtze River that collided into the incoming distorted air.

Tang Yinmeng’s Xun was being played continuously. It created wave upon wave of sound, each taller than the previous one. Meanwhile, the nine-headed snake underneath the old man was also blasting out light without ceasing on the opposite side. Both of them seemed to be in a stalemate once again but in another form this time.

The old man did not speak. In fact, even his eyes were closed as he rose into the sky. Ghoulishness was seeping out from every single part of his body.