Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 394 Tang San transforms into "Qian Renxue," the panicked God of Destruction

In that instant, the entire continent fell into an eerie, almost frozen silence.

Tang San's move caught everyone off guard, followed by a chorus of shocked screams.

Whether it's Seagod Island, the various kingdoms, towns and villages, or even the soul beasts in the Soul Beast Forest.

Including Qian Renxue from the Spirit Hall, and Xiao Wu, who was imprisoned alone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they all watched Tang San fight the flying monster live in front of everyone.

For some reason, looking at Tang San undergoing his ninth trial, Qian Renxue felt extremely fortunate. Thank goodness, her own Angel God trial didn't require her to go through such a process.

Next to the broadcasting soul guide device in the Tiandou military camp.

The ecstasy and excitement on Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen in an instant.

His mouth remained in the shape of his shout, but no sound could be uttered.

An extremely faint voice, filled with disbelief and disdain, reached Yu Xiaogang's ears from outside.

"What...what kind of god is this...so lewd!"

He jolted awake, a glimmer of light returning to his empty eyes, but it was only to be replaced by endless panic.

He shrank back like a startled rabbit, instinctively trying to minimize his presence, wishing the ground would immediately crack open so he could crawl into it.

However, more comments, like cold raindrops, relentlessly pelted him.

"Hey, that's quite an ingenious way to become a god."

"I've really seen something new. This Sea God's legacy is quite 'profound'!"

"It's normal now~"

A drawn-out voice, full of sarcasm and knowing knowingness, was particularly jarring: "Didn't you hear someone shout just now? It was that 'master' Yu Xiaogang's' apprentice! Like teacher, like student!"

"Tsk tsk, a great teacher produces great students, truly living up to its reputation!"

"No wonder they can produce such 'extraordinarily talented' individuals; the reason lies here!"

"Hahahaha!"

Laughter spread like wildfire throughout the military camp.

Every comment, every laugh, was like a red-hot iron, searing into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He kept his head down, his teeth grinding together.

The immense humiliation and despair were more painful than the loss of his symbol as a man.

His newly realized fantasy was ruthlessly crushed by reality, turned into mud, and even spat on.

He dared not look up, dared not look at the sky, and dared not even make a sound, for fear of attracting more attention and ridicule.

The images on the light screen are still playing.

Time passed slowly, and an hour later, a stream of white liquid suddenly sprayed out, instantly blurring the lens of the light screen.

People all over the mainland subconsciously squinted, their faces full of disgust.

Before they could react, the Sea God's majestic voice resounded through the heavens and earth once more: "Not enough! A body possessing the Sea God's divine power should expel blue liquid. Tang San, you have not yet received the inheritance!"

"What?!" The entire continent was in an uproar.

Tang San was also stunned. He looked at the remaining white liquid in his hand, a resolute look flashing in his eyes!
With the divine throne right before him, how could he give it up? For the throne of the Sea God, he would accept being drained of his strength!

He gritted his teeth and gripped Optimus Prime again!

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Tang San, as seen on the screen, repeated the movements over and over, his clothes soaked with sweat, looking as if he had been pulled from the water. The people of the entire continent went from initial shock to numbness, and eventually some even started timing and counting the number of repetitions, discussing "how many more times he can last."

After an unknown amount of time, just as Tang San was about to faint, a stream of blue liquid finally sprayed out, instantly covering the entire screen of the camera.

People across the continent instinctively closed their eyes, as if their eyes were being directly covered by that liquid, and an extremely awkward silence filled the air.

……

In the realm of gods, deep within the secret realm of the dragon race.

Yu Xiaolie slowly opened his eyes, and the chaotic light flowing deep within them gradually faded, becoming even more profound and restrained.

He exhaled softly, a long and deep breath, as if it had brought out the last trace of impurity within him.

He could clearly feel that his own aura had become more stable than ever before.

A surge of power flowed continuously through my limbs and bones, flowing smoothly and freely without any stagnation.

The Dragon Emperor beneath his feet let out a satisfied groan, his massive body appearing even more solid, and the flowing light of the laws becoming increasingly harmonious and natural.

The results this time far exceeded expectations.

With a slight thought, the Dragon Emperor transformed into a stream of light and entered his body.

Without lingering, he flashed and transformed into a chaotic stream of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, speeding away from the outside of the secret realm.

He had barely flown out of that forgotten ancient battlefield area when a rapid, purplish-black streak of light, exuding an aura of chaos and destruction, rushed straight towards him, nearly colliding with him.

The light suddenly stopped, revealing the figure of the God of Destruction.

The usual wicked arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by a rare panic and solemnity, and the aura of destruction around him fluctuated due to his unease.

"God Shura!"

The God of Destruction's voice carried a hint of urgency, "Did you feel it? That dragon's roar just now! It was extraordinary! I sensed that the seal on the Golden Dragon King in the Forbidden Land fluctuated violently because of it, and even... even showed signs of loosening!"

Yu Xiaolie stopped and stood suspended in the void, his expression calm and undisturbed, as if he had already seen through everything.

He glanced indifferently at the God of Destruction, his tone as flat as if he were discussing a trivial matter:

"I know, that was emitted by my Dragon Emperor Martial Soul."

"Your Dragon Emperor?"

The God of Destruction was stunned for a moment, his panic instantly replaced by astonishment, which quickly transformed into an incredulous joy. "You caused this commotion? Wait... your power... you've broken through again?!"

Only then did he carefully perceive the increasingly unfathomable, harmonious, and stable aura emanating from Yu Xiaolie, and he was even more horrified.

But soon, his worries about the Golden Dragon King's seal took over again, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the deal with the Golden Dragon King's seal?"

"I don't know, maybe the Dragon Emperor ignited his dragon bloodline," Yu Xiaolie said calmly.

The God of Destruction said with some dissatisfaction, "Even if you caused the commotion, the fact that the Golden Dragon King's seal has loosened is undeniable!"

We all know the destructive power of the Golden Dragon King; if it escapes, the consequences will be unimaginable! We must quickly summon Good and Evil, gather the power of several god-kings, and immediately reinforce the seal!

With that, he turned and was about to rush towards the direction of the Divine Realm Committee.

"no need."

Yu Xiaolie's voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

The God of Destruction froze, turning back in astonishment: "No need? What do you mean?"

Yu Xiaolie turned his gaze towards the forbidden area of ​​the God Realm, his eyes cold and sharp: "There's no need for all that trouble, I'll just go and destroy it."

(End of this chapter)