Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

The top floor of the Dragon Pavilion boasted an expansive space, its towering dome and ample space large enough to accommodate several giant dragons simultaneously spreading their wings. Mu Xing leaned against the massive body of the black dragon, whose outstretched wings took up almost half the space, yet it didn't seem crowded at all.

The golden dragon spear hovered before her, emitting a faint golden halo. The ground was covered with intricate array patterns. These glowing lines moved across the ground like living creatures, continuously channeling the surrounding life energy into the main building. The array's coverage was so vast that it almost occupied the entire top floor platform.

Ever since the God of Destruction sealed some of the Abyssal Energy within the Golden Dragon Spear, Mu Xing had sensed a vague gaze. That gaze followed her like a shadow, lingering even after she sheathed the Golden Dragon Spear. She knew it was the Lord of the Douluo Plane, a being who had once been nearly supplanted by Tang Hao and who now coveted the energy contained within the Golden Dragon Spear.

"Stop staring at me!" Mu Xing held the Golden Dragon Spear. The energy contained in the spear was enough to take the entire Douluo plane to a higher level, but she had no intention of benefiting the Douluo plane at all, which made the Lord of the Plane feel a little uneasy.

A profound thought suddenly entered Mu Xing's mind. The voice, as obscure as ancient dragon language, resonated clearly within her heart. The Plane Lord's voice was filled with unconcealed desire. The abyssal energy sealed within the Golden Dragon Spear was the key to the Douluo Plane's further evolution.

With this energy...

The voice echoed deep in her consciousness.

The shackles of this world will be broken. Human powerhouses will no longer be limited to the Ultimate Douluo realm, and becoming a 100th-level god will no longer be the privilege of a few fortunate souls...

Mu Xing toyed with the Golden Dragon Spear, his fingertips gently caressing the spear. The entire top-level space reverberated with the urgent thoughts of the Plane Lord, and even ripples appeared in the air.

"What a tempting offer," Mu Xing muttered to herself, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes. She certainly understood what these energies meant. The golden dragon spear trembled slightly in her hand, as if responding to the Plane Lord's desire.

Mu Xing tapped his fingers lightly on the golden dragon spear and sneered, "But I am a dragon. I have talked about the benefits to humans, but what about the benefits to soul beasts?"

The black dragon behind her let out a low roar, seemingly echoing her question.

"Then let me ask you," Mu Xing's voice suddenly turned cold, "Can this energy allow more soul beasts to reach the level of 100,000 years of cultivation? Can it delay the fate of the ferocious beasts?"

There was a wave of silence in the air, and the answer was self-evident.

"Then what are you babble about? I don't understand!" The golden dragon spear disappeared in a streak of light in Mu Xing's hand. "Why should I help you? To watch humans grow stronger so they can hunt soul beasts more easily? Then wouldn't my soul ball promotion plan be in vain?"

The Plane Lord's thoughts fluctuated with agitation, causing the entire top-level air pressure to shift. But Mu Xing remained unmoved, gently stroking the black dragon's scales. "Don't waste your energy! Unless you can offer a solution that benefits me, it's best to keep this energy sealed."

"And I've already helped you solve the problem of Tang Hao," Mu Xing casually snapped his fingers, and a ball of pale soul fire emerged, enveloping Tang Hao's twisted and tormented soul. "How dare you ask for more from me?"

The Lord of the Planes sensed the guy who had tried to take over his body, and immediately emitted a wave that caused the surrounding space to begin to distort.

"Bitch! How dare you treat the father of the God King like this!" Tang Hao's soul screamed and struggled in the flames that burned his soul. "When Xiao San comes, I will make you live a life worse than death! I will peel off your skin, pull out your tendons, and break every bone in you!"

Mu Xing admired the scene with great interest, her fingertips gently stirring the flames. This technique was indeed the essence she had learned from Ilex, just like the Holy God of Death had tortured his enemies until their souls were shattered. Behind her, Di Tian suddenly leaned forward and sprayed a corrosive dragon breath at Tang Hao's soul. A pitch-black mist wrapped around Tang Hao's soul, causing him to scream even more shrilly.

"The fire can't be too strong," Mu Xing watched with pleasure as Tang Hao's soul twisted and deformed in the pale flames. "You know, the most important thing in life is the fire." She said this, but ignored the corrosive dragon breath that Di Tian spewed out again.

The fluctuations coming from the Lord of the Planes suddenly became subtle, carrying with them the pleasure of revenge, but also mixed with fear of this dragon clan.

"Are you still counting on your eldest son to rescue you? You've been burning for years, and even your mother has been squeezed into juice and used to water the trees. Your precious son didn't do anything. Is it because he didn't want to?"

Tang Hao's soul struggled and roared in the flames, "Shut up! My son is the head of the God King. He is not only the God of the Sea, but also the God of Shura. He will definitely..." The roar stopped abruptly, because he saw Mu Xing draw out the blood-red giant sword from the void. The blood light and the firelight intertwined, and the sharp blade of the Shura sword was reflecting his distorted face.

"Impossible!" Tang Hao's soul trembled violently in the blazing flames. "How could you possibly have obtained Xiao San's super artifact? Do you think you are worthy of touching the things of the God King? It must be the God of Destruction. It must be your despicable father who is behind this!"

"This is all thanks to your good granddaughter. If she hadn't personally picked up the sword and fought Tang San, how would I have had the chance to take advantage of this?" She was very good at destroying people's hearts.

"Xiao Qi? How could she disobey Xiao San? You devil, don't lie to me!" Tang Hao couldn't believe it. His son had always been filial to him and never disobeyed him. In his opinion, his granddaughter shouldn't disobey Tang San either. Because there are no wrong parents in the world, how could a father be wrong? Even if he was truly wrong, he shouldn't draw his sword against his father!

"I'm too lazy to reason with you." You can never wake up a person who deceives himself.

Mu Xing felt only annoyance. Tang Hao's foul language had already caused the scales of the black dragon behind her to bristle. With a wave of her hand, she flung the screaming Tang Hao's soul into the undead demiplane, where white flames continued to scorch every inch of his soul. She had always excelled at controlling the heat; after a thousand years, she was sure he would be reduced to ash, eternally incapable of rebirth. Perhaps even longer, perhaps even ten thousand years?