Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is the Emperor Armor

Half an hour later.

At the end of the snack street, the setting sun cast long shadows.

"Na'er, see you next time."

"Goodbye, boss! Remember to treat me to Buddha Jumps Over the Wall next time! Don't you dare renege on your promise!"

Na'er kept turning back to look at Su Yang, clutching two strings of candied hawthorns in her hand. Her sticky eyes made it seem as if Su Yang wasn't a stranger she'd only known for a few tens of minutes, but rather her long-lost biological brother.

Ya Li smiled and waved goodbye to Su Yang, then took the hand of Na'er, whose belly was round, and disappeared into the dim light at the street corner.

When the white figure completely disappeared.

Leng Yaozhu's maternal smile vanished instantly, like a Peking Opera face-changing act, seamlessly switching to "cold and glamorous queen" mode.

She turned around, crossed her arms, and stared down at Su Yang—who was still basking in the joy of "capturing the Silver Dragon King Unit 2".

Leng Yaozhu's tone was chilling, as if she were blowing cold air down his neck:

"Su Yang".

"Hey! Aunt Leng, I'm here!"

Su Yang jolted awake, instantly standing at attention with an innocent expression that said, "I was very well-behaved, I didn't do anything."

"I think I just heard... you call Yali 'sister'?"

Leng Yaozhu narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her red lips curving into a dangerous arc, her slender fingers gently tapping her arm.

"Um... Aunt Leng, wasn't this something you specifically instructed me to say? You said calling her 'Aunt' would sound more intimate, like we're family, and not like strangers..."

"I asked you to call me affectionately, not to discriminate!"

Leng Yaozhu reached out and pinched Su Yang's cheeks, pulling them apart in an annoyed manner.

"You call that woman 'sister' because you think she's better looking than me and deserves to be treated like she's from a higher generation?"

"I'm innocent!" Su Yang cried out for help, his words slurred. "I was just showing respect to my teacher..."

Leng Yaozhu released her grip and snorted, "You're not allowed to call that woman 'sister' anymore! Otherwise... I'll show you what heavy-handed 'elderly care' really means!"

It has been proven that no matter how strong or high a woman's status is, no woman is rational when it comes to issues of age and titles.

Su Yang wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, turned to look at Gu Yue, who had been watching the show from the sidelines with a hint of mockery on her lips, and muttered to herself:

"See? This is what they call 'serving a king is like serving a tiger.' Women are truly fickle creatures."

Gu Yue recalled Na'er's treacherous "whoever feeds me is my mother" attitude from earlier, and immediately gave him a cold glance: "Serves you right."

"Don't think this is the end of it."

Leng Yaozhu composed herself and resumed her smiling demeanor, though the smile didn't reach her eyes:

"You secretly created a time-stopping soul skill without even telling me... Su Yang, you've really given me quite a few surprises. Let's go, tonight's special training is doubled, I'm going to give you a good 'training'."

Su Yang: "..."

Oh no, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Outside the car window, the night scene was dazzling with lights...

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Spirit Pagoda.

Eighteen levels underground, a virtual battlefield, a desolate hilly plain.

"roar--!!"

Countless wind wolves, and even some thousand-year-old demon wolves, surged toward the top of the hill like a gray tide.

"Huff... huff..."

Su Yang was panting heavily, and his Shura Armor was already somewhat dull.

He was not facing a single soul beast, but an entire pack of tireless demon wolves.

In order to hone his mental strength, that freak Han Tianyi forbade him to use the Emperor Armor, only allowing him to use the basic fighting techniques of the Shura Armor to maneuver.

"Gu Yue... I can't take it anymore..."

Su Yang turned his head and looked at Gu Yue, who was also struggling not far away. He shamelessly stretched out his hand, "Give me a puff. Just one puff. As long as we hold hands and the sun and moon shine together, I can be fully revived."

He wanted to use the resonance of the Martial Soul Fusion to help him and Gu Yue restore their nearly depleted physical and spiritual energy with the help of the power of the sun and moon.

Gu Yue casually smashed a demonic wolf to pieces, and upon hearing this, his eyebrows twitched.

Although Su Yang's progress over the past six months has been astonishing to her, his shameless and opportunistic nature has also grown stronger day by day.

"Dream on."

Gu Yue coldly refused, recalling the words of the Illusionary Brain Douluo Han Tianyi: "Only under extreme conditions can mental power break through its shackles." She hardened her heart: "Elder Han said that no one is allowed to stop until your mental sea is completely drained today."

"Heartless! Cold-hearted! Unreasonable!"

Su Yang complained bitterly, and seeing another wave of beasts surging up in front of him, he could only grit his teeth and be forced to continue working.

press.

Extreme exploitation.

When the last bit of soul power in his body was drained, and when his muscles ached so much that he almost lost all feeling, Su Yang felt as if his brain had been stabbed hard by a red-hot dagger.

"Buzz—!"

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, a cool and domineering purple aura suddenly exploded from the depths of his soul!

There are no bottlenecks, no obstacles.

As if sensing the host's will, the Shura Armor's golden inscriptions on its surface suddenly glowed with an eerie purple light.

Beneath his feet, a deep purple soul ring rose up without warning!

millennium!

First Soul Ring, Thousand Years!

"A breakthrough?"

Han Tianyi, who had been watching the data in the observation room, suddenly stood up, staring intently at the soaring mental energy value on the screen: "501 points! Early stage of the Spirit Sea Realm! This kid really did it at the age of six!"

A relieved smile finally appeared on Leng Yaozhu's tense face, and the coffee cup she had been crushing for so long was finally put to rest.

And in the center of the battlefield.

Su Yang did not stop after his breakthrough.

Faced with the oncoming horde of beasts, he suddenly raised his head.

On the mask of the Shura Armor, the pair of red goggles instantly emitted a terrifying and majestic red light.

Behind him, the air distorted, and a blurry, yet terrifyingly murderous, phantom image of an Asura slowly emerged.

The phantom's face was indistinct, except for a huge, purple vertical eye that seemed capable of judging all the sins of the world, which slowly opened and looked down upon all living beings.

"Buzz!"

A silent wave swept across the entire arena.

The beast tide, which had been roaring wildly, seemed to be paused for a moment.

All the soul beasts, whether they were hundreds or thousands of years old, were trembling, and the fierce light in their eyes turned into extreme fear.

That was a crushing defeat on a soul level—"Offending a king is a capital offense!"

The entire audience froze!

Even Gu Yue, who was standing not far away, stiffened slightly for a moment.

The feeling... was like a superior judge holding a knife to the neck of her soul.

"This feeling..."

A storm raged in Gu Yue's heart.

She is the Silver Dragon King! The ruler of all soul beasts! Even if her strength has not yet recovered, how could she possibly be afraid of a soul skill at the level of bloodline?

This is... the law!

It is a law even more domineering than that of the Asura God King!

"snort."

Gu Yue's pride was stirred. She snorted coldly and quietly released a sliver of seal within her body, instantly raising her mental strength to 501 points and breaking through that sense of fear.

But those soul beasts weren't so lucky.

Take advantage of the three seconds when the entire beast horde is stunned.

Su Yang made a move.