Ultimate: Black Dragon's adopted son, I am the true Demon King!

But strangely, not a drop of blood gushed out.

When Wu Shi Du and Wu Shi Hui realized something was wrong, Duan Yu's palm, enveloped in black and gold light, had already covered their faces.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the heads of Wu Shi Du and Wu Shi Hui collided, and as the sound of cracking bones rang out, their foreheads were already deeply dented.

Duan Yu threw the Corpse Poison and Corpse Destruction at the rising Corpse Darkness and Corpse Venerable, let out a long roar, his black hair flying wildly, and charged towards the two like a demon.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of walls being smashed echoed continuously, and the entire Military Tribunal began to shake. Dust fell from the corners, as if a giant dragon was awakening and moving its body.

Amidst the booming sounds, the black dragon, who had been immersed in cultivation, was awakened and appeared in the front hall in a flash.

Watching Duan Yu swinging his own corpse around wildly, Black Dragon suddenly felt like he was having a heart attack.

"You unfilial son! What are you doing?! Are you trying to demolish my Military Tribunal?!"

The black dragon's furious voice echoed throughout the foyer, even momentarily drowning out the sound of exploding stones.

"I'm sorry, Godfather, I just had a sudden urge to fight after a breakthrough in my strength."

Duan Yu flung aside the Corpse Lord, whose body was already riddled with fractures, and 16000 combat power points flashed across his body.

"16000 points?! You've broken through again?!"

The black dragon's voice was tinged with shock, and even his anger had largely dissipated.

"right."

Duan Yu stared straight at the black dragon, his eyes flashing with black light.

"I'll let it go this time since you just broke through, but remember, there won't be a next time. Otherwise, I'll personally train with you, understand?!"

Black Dragon stared intently at Duan Yu, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"understood."

Duan Yu withdrew his gaze and disappeared.

"His strength has improved so much in such a short time, no wonder he's from the Gold Dimension..."

Black Dragon stared in the direction Duan Yu had left, his eyes flashing with green light, his voice barely audible.

A moment later, his figure disappeared, along with the four martial corpses that had been rendered immobile by Duan Yu.

"This is happening again. It seems I really need to be more careful in the future."

The black dragon seemed accustomed to sensing the thin, ethereal miasma within the corpse.

........

Duan Yu's room.

"The Corpse Sovereign alone provided 1500 combat power points. The combined power of Destruction, Darkness, and Poison only amounted to 1500 points. It seems that the Sovereign is indeed a treasure of the Black Dragon."

As the black sun revolved, the immortal miasma he had just absorbed from the martial corpse had transformed into pure primordial energy and merged into Duan Yu's body.

"Now, it's time to think about why I became the way I am."

Duan Yu did not continue cultivating as usual because he noticed something was wrong with him; he had become irritable and easily angered, and Yu Shengde's sneak attack today had ignited that fuse.

It wasn't until he fought the zombie that he gradually calmed down. However, the situation was somewhat dangerous, which made Duan Yu take it to heart.

He carefully reflected on what he had done during this period, and it seemed that what he had done the most was cultivation.

"System, come out here! What's going on? Isn't the Primordial Devouring Heaven Technique supposed to devour all energy?"

Duan Yu looked annoyed, and his voice was cold.

[The system has detected that the host has absorbed a large amount of demonic energy containing mixed negative emotions. This accumulation of negative emotions is affecting the host's mood. To resolve this, simply release the excess energy!]

"Negative emotions? Is it the ethereal miasma within the corpse of the martial artist?"

The system's words made Duan Yu realize instantly that what caused his current situation was the ethereal miasma within the corpse of the martial artist.

Yes, the Black Dragon's method of refining martial corpses involves beating the opponent to the brink of death before refining them into martial corpses. This method inevitably breeds resentment. It seems that I need to reduce my absorption of the miasma of neither life nor death in the future, or... find someone to vent my anger on?

Duan Yu stroked his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Another week passed in the blink of an eye. During this week, Duan Yu did not absorb the immortal miasma within the corpse of the martial artist, but simply devoured the demonic energy. Sure enough, the irritable and easily angered emotions did not appear.

"A week has passed, it's time to add some more bait, otherwise the little fish will starve to death."

Duan Yu stretched and smiled slightly before getting up and walking into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Duan Yu, who had changed into clean clothes, glanced at his reflection in the mirror and vanished in a flash.

........

Ultimate Class.

"Narcissist, Xiaoyu, have you two noticed that our homeroom teacher has been a bit absent-minded these past few days?"

Wang Dadong looked at Wang Yase and Ding Xiaoyu, who were sitting in the same row, with a hint of worry on his face.

"Aren't you just asking a pointless question? Xiaoyu's mind is only filled with sheet music, and I only like reading poetry. In the entire Ultimate Class, you're probably the only one who would pay attention to that long-legged girl, right?"

Wang Yase glanced at Wang Dadong, then looked at the poetry collection in her hand.

"That's true. So, if I go ask the class teacher now, do you think she'll tell me?"

A flicker of interest crossed Wang Dadong's eyes; he wanted Wang Yase and Ding Xiaoyu to give him a push.

As Shakespeare once said, "To be, or not to be, that is the question!"

I don't know if she'll tell you, but I know she definitely won't tell you unless you ask.

Wang Yase still spoke in a refined and scholarly manner, but Wang Dadong still got what he wanted. Without the slightest hesitation, he got up and went directly to Tian Xin's office.

........

"What?! No...no way! I won't go to the hotel with you!"

Just as he reached the door of Tian Xin's office, before Wang Dadong could even knock, Tian Xin's angry and embarrassed voice reached his ears.

A hotel? What hotel? Who is our homeroom teacher talking to?!

Wang Dadong's expression tightened, and his hand was already on the doorknob. Before he could push the door open, Tian Xin's voice rang out again.

"Are you sure my brother is still alive?... Okay, I understand. I'll go to the Black Rose Hotel..."

Even through the door, Wang Dadong could imagine the pitiful and helpless look on Tian Xin's face. An impulse surged in his heart, and with a loud "bang," Wang Dadong pushed open the office door.

Upon seeing Wang Dadong suddenly appear, Tian Xin subconsciously stuffed her phone into her pocket, wiped her face haphazardly with her soft hand, and wiped away the tears that kept dripping down her cheeks.

"Da Dong? What brings you here?"

Tian Xin forced a smile and tried to appear calm.

"I noticed you seemed a bit distracted these past few days, so I wanted to ask what happened, but... but... but I heard..."

Wang Dadong stammered, wanting to say something, but his mind was blank and he didn't know what to say. For the first time in his life, he regretted why he hadn't studied harder. Otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to say a word of comfort now.