Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm lay weakly, its surrounding light dimmed considerably.

"Yuhao, your brother Tianmeng has really burned out all his soul power this time. From now on, it's up to you."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Tianmeng." Huo Yuhao's voice was filled with gratitude as his consciousness returned from the sea of ​​consciousness to reality.

He looked up at Dai Hao, whose face was ashen, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze into ice. "You speak so sweetly, but your thoughts are nothing but filthy malice."

"You think you're worthy to be the father of me and my sister? You're disgusting."

"No! Yuhao, I was just talking nonsense!" Dai Hao was still making a last-ditch effort. He reached out to grab Huo Yuhao's sleeve, but was firmly blocked by a fat figure.

"Hey little kitty, you've already said it, so don't go back on your word." Jing Hongchen patted his round belly, his tone full of disdain. He pointed around the arena, "Look at the way the audience is looking at you now, doesn't it look like they're looking at a pile of trash?"

Dai Hao stiffly raised his head and, sure enough, saw countless contemptuous and disgusted gazes fixed on him. Those gazes were like needles, pricking him all over.

At this moment, his last line of defense completely collapsed, and the pent-up shame and anger exploded instantly. He turned his head sharply, stared intently at Huo Yuhao, and roared throughout the entire Soul Master Competition arena: "Why?! What's wrong with Duke White Tiger?!"

"If you come back with me, you'll have everything you could want: wealth, power, and status! Why won't you choose that path?!"

No one expected that the high and mighty Duke of White Tiger would lose his composure and become so enraged.

That hysterical roar completely tore apart his last shred of dignity, exposing the selfishness and prejudice in his bones.

Huo Yuhao looked at him calmly, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only a deep-seated indifference. He said clearly, word by word, "There has never been any affection between you and me."

"Don't try to hold me hostage with your ridiculous bloodline. It just makes me feel disgusted and want to vomit."

"Did you hear that?" Jing Hongchen patted Dai Hao on the shoulder, his tone contemptuous. "You're nothing but a piece of trash who bullies others because of the White Tiger family's name. Don't take yourself too seriously."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, we'll be going now, so as not to delay the next match."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to lead Huo Yuhao, Jin Tianming and the others back to the Sun and Moon Team's rest area, clearly not wanting to waste any more time here.

"Let's see who dares to leave!"

An aged yet domineering voice suddenly came from the clouds, booming across the entire arena like thunder.

Upon hearing this voice, Du Busi's eyes lit up instantly. He looked up at the sky and burst into laughter: "Xuanzi, you old beggar, you've actually broken through to the Limit Douluo level? Could it be that Long Xiaoyao's death spurred you on?"

A figure slowly descended from the sky; it was Xuanzi.

He was surrounded by a vast earth elemental soul power, and the pressure of a Limit Douluo poured down like a mountain. His eyes were full of arrogant arrogance, as if he didn't take anyone present seriously.

"If you can't be poisoned, this is none of your business. Get out of here!" Xuanzi's tone was icy, carrying an unquestionable command.

Poison Undying's smile vanished, and his body instantly erupted with the same terrifying aura of a Limit Douluo. His cyan soul power collided with Xuanzi's earthy yellow soul power, causing ripples to spread through the air.

"What if I insist on interfering?"

"Then let my fists teach you what regret is!" Xuanzi clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

With the blessing left by Tang San's ancestor, he felt invincible on this continent and didn't take Du Bu Si seriously at all.

His gaze swept past Du Bu Si and landed on Jing Hong Chen, his tone growing increasingly hostile: "You dead toad, I heard you dared to make Shrek Academy sign an unequal treaty? You've got some nerve, you really dared to ask for it!" Jing Hong Chen: "..."

He really wanted to say—it was clearly Shrek's Mo Yan who forced me to sign, and now it's become that I asked for it? But he knew in his heart that he couldn't involve Mo Yan in this matter, and he could only take the blame himself.

He straightened his back and said with a stiff upper lip, "It was Shrek Academy that broke the rules first. I was just trying to fight for the interests of the Sun and Moon Team members!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Take this punch!" Xuanzi didn't bother with any more words. With a swift movement, he unleashed a devastating punch at Jing Hongchen.

Jing Hongchen's expression changed drastically. He had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the fist, containing terrifying power, approached.

He was even prepared to be knocked flying.

Just as the fist was about to land on him, a silver-white spatial ripple suddenly appeared, like an invisible net, tightly trapping Xuanzi's fist.

"This is... a spatial soul skill?" Xuanzi's pupils shrank as he stared in surprise at the silvery-white soul power swirling around his fist. He could clearly feel that the power of his fist had been completely suppressed.

"Xuanzi, what kind of skill is it to bully a junior like me from the Sun and Moon Realm?" A steady voice rang out, carrying the majesty of someone who controls space.

Upon hearing this voice, Jing Hongchen and everyone in the Sun and Moon team looked up in surprise and gazed in the direction from which the sound came.

A figure dressed in a purple robe walked slowly towards them, with a handsome face, a calm demeanor, and faint spatial fluctuations surrounding him.

It is none other than Kong Deming, the strongest Soul Master in the Sun Moon Empire today!

Standing at the edge of the field for a long time, watching this scene before him, he was completely numb.

Wait... isn't this the Soul Master Competition?
How did a perfectly good match turn into a standoff between the strongest players?

How did things get so chaotic?
The audience has already had a great time.

This is much more interesting than the Soul Master Competition, with so many Limit Douluos appearing.

They're wondering now, what if a fight breaks out?

Meanwhile, inside the room dedicated to the Immortal Physician in the Star Luo Empire's palace.

Tang San lay on the bed, his body still swollen and oozing bluish-black venom from the festering sores. He curled up, groans of pain escaping his throat, as if he were about to die from the pain at any moment.

Wen Yu pushed open the door and walked in. She looked at Tang San, who was in great pain on the bed, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she fell into a brief moment of thought.

She was considering whether to increase the dosage, but was also afraid of killing the guy.

She started to feel conflicted.

"Sigh~ Never mind." Wen Yu sighed. "Let's just cripple him for now. The Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, huh? That's an interesting thing."

Tang San never imagined that, just when he thought he had escaped Dugu Luo's poison, he would now step into a new hell; he certainly never imagined that his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline would...

...(End of chapter)