Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is the Emperor Armor

Leng Yaozhu did not lose her composure as she had last time.

She still held the cup of coffee, but this time, she didn't drink it. Instead, she gently swirled the cup and watched the replay on the screen.

The image freezes on the moment the five-clawed golden dragon pierces through the unicorn dragon.

"A single, fatal blow..."

Leng Yaozhu parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying an undisguised admiration.

"This is only a nine-hundred-year-old sub-dragon. Although its defense is decent, it's still no match for absolute power. However..."

She watched the replay on the screen as Su Yang's fluid movements unfolded—summoning the Light and Shadow Scroll, charging up, and unleashing his ultimate attack.

The entire process was seamless and efficient; its unique starting stance and energy flow path were unlike any existing soul skill system.

"That brat..."

Leng Yaozhu chuckled softly, put down her coffee cup, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes:

"He awakened his martial soul only three days ago, and he's already figured out a self-created soul skill? And he can even materialize that dragon-shaped energy he's never seen before to this extent..."

She turned to look at Zi Ji beside her, her tone calm, but her pride was impossible to hide.

Zi Ji stared at the screen, her expression complex.

The Lord's aura... didn't seem to repel the so-called "golden dragon," but rather showed a tendency to... submit?

How is that possible?

"However, this move is indeed too taxing."

Leng Yaozhu looked back at the screen, watched Su Yang's slightly unsteady steps, and shook her head.

"Still too young, doesn't know how to conserve energy. Taking time out to show off in a place like the Ascension Platform is not a wise choice."

Although it was a reproach, the smile in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

Who wouldn't love it if their child was a hidden genius?

Moreover, absorbing the spiritual power of this unicorn dragon can elevate one's soul to the thousand-year level.

If you encounter danger again, you can simply retreat.

……

Inside the Ascension Platform, deep within the dense forest.

Gu Yue had just killed a century-old wind baboon with an ice spike, and was slightly panting as he wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Although her soul power recovered quickly, it couldn't withstand the high intensity of continuous combat.

In contrast, Su Yang—

This guy was sprawled out on a large rock, completely unladylike, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, pointing and gesturing like a foreman:

"There's another one at the three o'clock position on the left. Watch your positioning, don't waste your skills. Gu Yue, this is no good. We've only cleared five in three minutes. At this rate, will you be able to advance your soul spirit by next year?"

"Shut up."

Without turning his head, Gu Yue slashed open the throat of a wind baboon with a backhand wind blade, and retorted irritably:

"Wasn't it because someone just exhausted their soul power in one move to show off? Now they have the nerve to complain that I'm slow?"

Although she said that, she was also somewhat helpless.

Su Yang's soul skill "Five Saints' Ultimate Kill" is indeed terrifying in power, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

Now this guy has no soul power left in his body, and has completely become a burden.

"So, I'm here to offer a solution, aren't I?"

Su Yang sighed, jumped off the rock, dusted himself off, and stretched out his right hand: "Give me your hand."

"???"

Gu Yue looked at him warily. "What? I don't have any money. I won't lend it to you."

"Vulgar. Am I the kind of person who's only interested in money?"

Without saying a word, Su Yang grabbed Gu Yue's soft, boneless hand.

He forcefully squeezed his five fingers between hers and clasped them tightly.

"you……"

Just as Gu Yue was about to shake him off, a glint of silver light had already gathered in his palm.

As their fingers intertwined, a strange suction force emanated from Su Yang's palm.

The previously dry and stagnant soul power within the two individuals suddenly formed a perfect closed loop, as if their Ren and Du meridians had been opened.

Life is endless and inexhaustible.

The soul power that would normally take an hour to recover is now increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This feeling... is so comfortable.

Looking at Gu Yue's shocked expression, Su Yang's lips curled into a smug smile that seemed to say, "Praise me!"

"Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao and the Dragon Butterfly Douluo Tang Wutong's martial soul fusion was called the Power of Vast Winter. Ours... let's just call it the Power of Sun and Moon. Doesn't that sound more imposing than theirs?"

"...narcissism."

Gu Yue snorted coldly and turned her face away.

But this time, for the first time ever, she didn't pull her hand back; instead, she subconsciously tightened her grip.

Although this guy has a sharp tongue, this power... is indeed very appealing.

Su Yang snapped his fingers. "I noticed you've been eyeing my armor for a while now. Boss Su's in a good mood today, so you can borrow it to play with."

"Lend it to me?" Gu Yue was taken aback.

"Thunder Yatalis, combine!"

Su Yang had a sudden thought.

The Qiankun Belt that originally belonged to him shone brightly, but this time, the light did not cover him. Instead, it followed the two people's clasped hands and instantly enveloped Gu Yue!

A golden thunderbolt appeared, and the elements cheered.

As the light faded, the slender figure of Thunder Yatalis, enveloped in a dazzling elemental aura, appeared on Gu Yue's body.

"This power..."

I have everything I need.

Gu Yue clenched her fist, which was covered by metal gauntlets, in surprise.

She could clearly feel that her control over the elements had become much smoother at this moment.

The Dragon God's Nine Transformations, stimulated by the armor, silently completed its first transformation!

And what about you? You gave me the armor, what are you going to do now?

Gu Yue turned to look at Su Yang, whose hands were empty, and there was a hint of worry in her voice (although she quickly covered it up).

"Of course, we should change into a new set of armor." Su Yang said matter-of-factly, taking out a silver-gray flip phone.

His soul power gradually recovered, and he was able to summon the Emperor Armor again, but he still couldn't use his soul skills.

He pressed the button, a strange purple light flashing in his eyes.

"Asura Armor, combine."

Om-!

Dark purple mist appeared without warning.

A terrifying suit of armor, covered entirely in silver and gold patterns, with its cloak fluttering in the wind, appeared on the spot.

His cloak was blood-red, his glasses were like lightning, and he exuded an aura of killing intent.

Even the "First Asura God" of the divine realm is far less like an Asura than the one before him.

"You...how come you have another one?!"

Gu Yue's voice changed even as he wore the Yatalis armor.

She felt that even tens of thousands of years of dragon life experience wouldn't be enough.

Is this guy wholesaling armor?!

"This is the Asura Armor. It doesn't consume soul power; the strongest energy it consumes is spiritual power."

Su Yang stretched his neck, producing a crisp metallic scraping sound: "Actually, I don't really like using this set because it's too menacing and can easily scare children."

Gu Yue: "..."

She dismissed her earlier worries.

This guy is a monster with an endless array of hidden cards.

"……abnormal."

Gu Yue struggled for a long time, but only managed to utter these two words.

"Thank you for the compliment. Let's go, let the spirit beasts here experience what a mixed doubles match is like."

Su Yang's figure flashed, and the purple afterimage instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Let's see who kills the most! The loser treats everyone to dinner!"

"dream!"

"Thoughts on the Moon Fist, thoughts flow like a spring. Remembrance of the Moon Sword, unwavering devotion. Sun and Moon Palm, life after life. Moon after moon! Moon after moon! Moon after moon!"

"Su Yang—shut up!!!"

The next half hour was a complete disaster for the soul beasts in the primary spirit ascension platform.

Two figures, one in silver and one in purple, were like the scythe of death, reaping madly in the forest.

Wherever it went, whether it was a hundred-year-old wind baboon or a thousand-year-old earth bear, none of them could last more than ten rounds.

Going back to reality.

The metal hatch slowly opened.