Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 390 A Soul Master Condemned by All! Ten Thousand Dragons Pay Homage, Seeking the Dragon Clan's Supreme Artifact!
On the training ground of the main camp of Tiandou Front, a series of chaotic footsteps broke the afternoon's dullness.

Yu Xiaogang was hurriedly carried into the main camp on a stretcher.

His face was completely covered by a tattered, mud-stained cloth.

Soon the curtain of the main tent was suddenly flung open, and Xue Beng rushed out.

His gaze immediately fell on the conspicuous stretcher, and a sudden, inexplicable unease gripped him. He immediately called out:
"what happened?!"

Lei Dong stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep but clear voice, "Your Highness, the southern camp... has fallen."

The simple words pierced the heart of the avalanche like an icicle, making his vision go black for a moment.

What he feared most happened.

The complete transformation of the Star Dou Great Forest into a Soul Beast Forest within the Star Dou Empire means that the Heaven Dou Empire's most important Soul Beast resource line has been severed, and the subsequent impact will be catastrophic.

They could have fought Xingluo to the death for three or four years, but now their demise has been greatly accelerated.

A surge of immense panic and anger welled up within him, and he almost roared out of control!
But his remaining rationality allowed him to calm down as he looked at Yu Xiaogang on the stretcher.

The sound of the avalanche trembled slightly. He pointed to the stretcher and asked tentatively, with a sliver of hope, "Then the master... he... he was seriously injured in the battle?"

After saying that, he even started to quickly calculate in his mind.

If Yu Xiaogang is truly severely injured in the fight, he might be able to use this opportunity to ask the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for favors and assistance.

However, Lei Dong's words shattered his illusions completely.

"No, he insulted His Majesty the Dragon God and showed great disrespect to the Dragon Emperor. We had no choice but to teach him a lesson to prevent divine punishment from jeopardizing the fate of our Tiandou Kingdom!"

These words were spoken with great conviction and high moral standing, elevating a crime of assaulting an official to the sacred level of "defending faith and protecting the nation's destiny."

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

The expressions on the faces of everyone who heard these words were extremely complex.

Some were astonished, while others suddenly realized.

The avalanche was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, looked at Lei Dong's "righteous" face, and then at the soldiers around him whose eyes were gradually becoming more approving and even gratified. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

He knew better than anyone what kind of person Yu Xiaogang was, and he also understood that there was a 99% chance that these words were just an excuse.

But can he expose it? He can't.

At a time when morale was low and an outlet for pent-up emotions was desperately needed, and at a critical moment when manpower was increasingly insufficient and all Soul Masters needed to fight a bloody battle, he had no choice but to back down.

A profound sense of powerlessness and absurdity swept over the avalanche.

He waved his hand, showing no interest whatsoever in lifting his cloak to glance at Yu Xiaogang's miserable state; his voice was weary and indifferent.

"...Take him away and find a military doctor to take a look."

"Yes!"

Lei Dong felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He immediately got up and told his companions to quickly carry the stretcher away from the main camp area, as if staying there for even a moment longer would bring bad luck.

From that day on, the comical figure holding a small notebook and demanding that everyone run with weights was no longer seen on the training field.

The news that Yu Xiaogang was merely a Great Soul Master spread like wildfire throughout the army, accompanied by the defeat of the Southern Camp, in various embellished versions.

The core of the version is highly consistent: Yu Xiaogang, this charlatan with a false reputation, a useless soul master, and a theory that harms people, not only destroyed the southern camp, but also dared to blaspheme His Majesty the Dragon God, and finally suffered "divine retribution", and is now a cripple.

The name Yu Xiaogang and the title of master have become a complete joke and a negative example.

……

Deep within the realm of the gods lies that forgotten ancient battlefield of the dragon race.

After an unknown period of absorption and integration, the Dragon Clan's Secret Realm has undergone subtle changes compared to when Yu Xiaolie first arrived.

The omnipresent, almost soul-crushing rage of the dragon's might and chaotic remnants did not disappear, but seemed to have been smoothed out by an invisible hand, becoming somewhat "docile."

They remain vast and powerful, but no longer a chaotic onslaught. Instead, like rivers flowing into the sea, they surround the sole entity at the center of the secret realm with a subtle sense of awe.

Yu Xiaolie stood quietly at the head of the Dragon Emperor, his eyes closed, his aura perfectly blending with the massive Dragon Emperor's Dharma Image beneath his feet.

His originally cold and stern face seemed to have gained an ancient majesty, and a faint, chaotic light swept across his skin.

He could feel the power belonging to the Dragon Emperor within him undergoing a qualitative leap, and a sense of enlightenment—the power to control all things and look down upon all living beings—flowed through his heart.

Suddenly, a thought stirred in his mind, and he abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly reflecting the rotation of the sun and moon, and the birth and death of stars.

He felt an irrepressible excitement and longing emanating from the Dragon Emperor Martial Soul—an impulse rooted in his bloodline, a desire to assert sovereignty and summon his subjects. No words were needed; their thoughts were connected.

The Dragon Emperor Martial Soul beneath his feet raised its majestic dragon head, and its chaotic scales lit up one after another, outlining incomparably profound law patterns.

The next moment, a dragon's roar, seemingly from the very beginning of the primordial era, roared out from the Dragon Emperor's mouth!

This dragon's roar was unlike any other dragon's voice in the world!
It is not merely a sonic shock, but a supreme command that strikes directly at the very source of the soul!

It contains the supreme will to rule!
"Roar—!!!"

This move, called Primordial Dragon Roar, can cause tremendous mental shock and dizziness to non-dragon soul beasts and soul masters.

However, for dragon-type soul beasts and soul masters, their consciousness can be forcibly commanded or even temporarily stripped away.

Immediately afterwards, as if in response to the emperor's call, the entire secret realm came to life!

Countless dragon soul phantoms of different colors and shapes, visible to the naked eye, struggled to emerge from the depths of the earth, from the void, and from within the withered bones!

They are no longer the chaotic and aggressive remnants of the past, but have manifested a relatively clear dragon form!
Some of them were as large as mountains, their scales shimmering with an earthy yellow halo.

Some were entirely azure blue, with electric arcs leaping around them.

Some of them were ethereal, as if they were made of shadows.

Some have magnificent wings, scattering glittering icy light...

There were even a few with an exceptionally ancient aura and incredibly powerful dragon might, clearly kings among the dragons!

Thousands upon thousands! A sea of ​​dragons! Covering the sky and blotting out the sun!

They looked around blankly at first, but when their eyes fell on the Dragon Emperor who was floating in the air and exuding supreme imperial power, all their blankness was instantly replaced by a sense of awe and submission from the deepest part of their bloodline!

"Woo——"

"Ow—"

"..."

One after another, the dragon's roars, howls, and cries rose and fell, sometimes low, sometimes high, sometimes desolate, but they were no longer hostile roars, but transformed into a solemn and ancient sound of worship!

The souls of ten thousand dragons, regardless of their attributes or factions in life, all bowed their proud heads in the direction of the Dragon Emperor!

Many even prostrated themselves, pressing their heads tightly to the ground, to express the highest respect!
Ten thousand dragons pay homage!

This scene was incredibly shocking and spectacular!
It was as if time had turned back, returning to the ancient era when the dragon race ruled over all the heavens!
Yu Xiaolie stood at the center of the pilgrimage of ten thousand dragons, feeling the vast and boundless power of faith and submission flowing into the Dragon Emperor Martial Soul, and also feeding back into himself.

Many of the Dragon Emperor's dragon skills have been awakened.

It emitted a deep, satisfied, and excited hum, transmitting a strong message to Yu Xiaolie.

This is just the beginning!
Deep within this secret realm, an even greater opportunity awaits him.

It was a divine artifact that had accompanied the dragon race in their endless wars and had long since developed incredible spirituality!
The Dragon Emperor immediately stopped and, carrying Yu Xiaolie, transformed into a streak of light shimmering with chaotic luster, speeding towards the deeper and more ancient core area of ​​the secret realm!

……

As the Dragon Emperor unleashed his ancient dragon roar, some powerful deities with keen senses in the many temples of the God Realm couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. They looked up at the void in surprise, but couldn't pinpoint the source of the sound.

The God of Destruction gazed at the vast battlefield of carnage below, watching the inheritor who was absorbing wisps of the will of destruction.

The sudden dragon roar caused the destructive aura around him to freeze abruptly, and a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his scarlet eyes.

"Such terrifying and ancient dragon might... This power... This dominion, is it the Dragon God, or... the Dragon Emperor?"

He murmured softly, his tone filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

……

In the deepest part of the forbidden land of the gods, within a cage sealed layer by layer by countless dark red chains of divine power.

A golden energy core, which was originally like a dormant volcano, began to fluctuate violently!
Deep within the energy core, those enormous, mad and violent golden eyes suddenly opened! More clear-headed and sharper than ever before!

"That roar...!"

A deep, hoarse sound, like the friction of rusty metal, rang out, accompanied by a hint of disbelief and shock.

"Not the Dragon God! The aura of order that attempts to transcend everything... is that Dragon Emperor Martial Soul?"

The Golden Dragon King's consciousness perceived the majestic dragon roar that still emanated from the layers of seals with unprecedented clarity, and it became exceptionally serious and solemn.

In that roar, it actually felt a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in its own pure and ultimate destructive power.

(End of this chapter)