Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

The East Gate has now completely changed hands! The strongest barrier of Dongyang City has been breached, and the scales of war have tipped completely!

However, just as the imperial army surged into Dongyang City like a tidal wave, and the city's defenders suffered a crushing defeat and scattered in all directions, Tang Lan was preparing to further interrogate the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo about information regarding "that door"—

At almost the same moment, without warning, two immense and terrifying pressures suddenly rose from the eastern and northern horizons, causing the heavens and earth to change color!
An oppressive force, scorching and domineering, seemed capable of burning away the entire world, carrying endless resentment and a destructive aura, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting!
The other pressure was even deeper and more restrained, yet it was like a bottomless abyss, cold and deathly silent, as if it could devour all light and hope, containing the ultimate darkness and dragon's might!

These two auras were far stronger than the previous Ten Thousand Souls, Hatred, and Nightmare auras, and even seemed to be slightly superior in terms of quality to the aura of "Dragon Xiaoyao" that Tang Lan had disguised!
The moment they appeared, the air on the entire battlefield seemed to freeze, the shouts of battle paused, and all the soul masters felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making their soul power circulation sluggish!
They are tearing through the sky at a breathtaking speed, frantically approaching Dongyang City!

Sensing these two familiar yet terrifying pressures, the Soul Douluo trapped in the spatial cage was first stunned, then his eyes burst with indescribable joy and hope, as if a dying person had grasped a lifeline, and he screamed hoarsely.

"It's Elder Ye! And... Elder Long?! The two Grand Elders... have finally arrived!!!"

The sharp roar of Wan Hun Douluo, filled with the ecstatic joy of escaping a desperate situation, exploded like a drop of boiling oil in the already extremely tense and oppressive area above the East Gate!

Not only him, but also the Abomination Douluo and the Nightmare Douluo in the spatial cage next to him, after feeling those two familiar and terrifying pressures, suddenly had their ashen faces light up with excitement, as if they had seen the arrival of a savior.

On the battlefield below, countless evil spirit masters belonging to the Holy Spirit Cult and some loyal defenders seemed to have been injected with a powerful stimulant, their morale, which was on the verge of collapse, experiencing a brief resurgence. With two Supreme Elders arriving simultaneously, what crisis couldn't be resolved?
However, this ecstasy and anticipation froze and shattered instantly in the face of a cold, deep voice filled with suppressed anger and boundless majesty that followed!
"Tang Lan..."

The sound wasn't particularly loud, yet it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power and a soul-shaking effect, clearly echoing in everyone's ears, even overpowering the battlefield clamor and the rapidly approaching oppressive roar from afar.

"...I never expected you to dare impersonate me."

"That's really...what audacity!"

The last few words were as chilling as ice picks, and the anger and murderous intent they contained made the air seem to suddenly drop in temperature!

On the eastern horizon, from the source of that scorching and domineering pressure, a streak of blood-red light approached first. The light subsided, revealing a figure shrouded in a wide, blood-red robe.

Her face was hidden in the shadow of her hood, with only her pale chin and lips that looked like they were stained with blood visible. She was surrounded by a tangible smell of blood and the wailing of vengeful spirits.

It was Ye Xishui, another supreme elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, a level 99 Limit Douluo who possessed the twin martial souls Blood Soul Demon Puppet and Light Phoenix!

A short distance behind her, the terrifying pressure from the north, as deep as an abyss, arrived in an instant. The black light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, with a cold and aloof face and eyes as deep as the night.

His appearance was more than 90% similar to that of "Long Xiaoyao," who was currently suspended in mid-air and had just ordered the surrender! Only his temperament was more composed.

That dark dragon might, originating from his very bones, was even purer and more vast, as if he himself were the embodiment of darkness and dragons! He was none other than the true Dark Saint Dragon Douluo, Long Xiaoyao himself!

The two Limit Douluos stood in mid-air, and the aura they naturally exuded was enough to suffocate countless people on the battlefield below. Those with low soul power even felt their soul cores tremble.

Their gazes, like four of the sharpest blades, instantly traversed hundreds of feet, locking onto the imposter "Long Xiaoyao" and the three women, Tang Ya, Wang Qiu'er, and Ma Xiaotao, who were standing not far from him.

The real Long Xiaoyao, with eyes that held endless darkness and coldness, swept his gaze over the imposter's face, which was identical to his own.

When he saw the dark dragon aura around the other party, which, although pure, always seemed to be separated by a layer of "imitation," his pupils suddenly contracted, and a huge anger of being offended and desecrated erupted like a volcano!

He didn't waste any words, not even bothering to ask a second question. The instant he revealed the other person's identity, the void behind him violently twisted and expanded!

A terrifying black dragon phantom, more solid, larger, with more ferocious scales and claws, and filled with ancient savagery and extreme darkness than the one Tang Lan had previously simulated, roared and materialized!

The dragon's shadow was nearly two hundred feet long, almost covering half of the sky, and its eyes burned with pure, destructive black flames!
"die!"

Long Xiaoyao uttered a chilling word, raised his right hand, and made a fierce grabbing motion in the air towards Tang Lan's direction!
The enormous black dragon phantom behind him moved in sync with the action. A massive black dragon claw, composed entirely of condensed dark energy and dragon might, tearing through space and carrying a terrifying power capable of annihilating everything, came furiously downwards towards Tang Lan!

Before the dragon claws even arrived, the terrifying pressure that locked down space and froze souls had already descended. The earth below cracked and buildings collapsed. Many soldiers and soul masters who were close by were forced to lie prostrate on the ground by this pressure, blood gushing from their mouths and noses!

This claw strike, unleashed in fury, showed no mercy; it was the full-force attack of a true Limit Douluo! Enough to easily crush mountains and annihilate cities!
Faced with this sudden and deadly attack, as well as the terrifying pressure brought by the combined arrival of two Limit Douluos, they were caught off guard.

Tang Ya, Wang Qiu'er, and Ma Xiaotao's expressions instantly turned extremely solemn, and they instinctively wanted to step forward or unleash their soul skills. However, "Long Xiaoyao" in front of them suddenly raised his hand, stopping their movements.

His usually cold and aloof face, belonging to "Long Xiaoyao," showed no sign of panic. Instead, a hint of... interest appeared on his face, as if he had seen some interesting toy.

Just as the overwhelming black claw was about to strike, Tang Lan's exquisite "disguise" quietly faded away like ripples on water.

The Thousand-Faced Mask silently slid off and was stored in his soul storage device, revealing his original handsome face and tall, upright figure. At the same time, the simulated dark dragon aura emanating from him instantly dissipated. In its place rose an even more ancient, vast, and seemingly primordial dragon's might, as if from the very beginning of creation!

hold head high--!!!
A roar, more ancient and majestic than Long Xiaoyao's black dragon roar, seemingly capable of awakening a dragon's cry that had slumbered for millennia, erupted from Tang Lan's body! The space behind him twisted violently, not in black, but in a chaotic and unclear state, as if containing earth, fire, wind, and water.

A dim, golden glow, a testament to the passage of time! Within this chaotic halo, the shadow of an ancient dragon, so immense it defies imagination, its mere scales seeming to contain the very essence of an entire world, slowly emerged!

This ancient dragon's shadow wasn't particularly solid, yet it carried a supreme aura that transcended all living beings and looked down upon the cycles of time!

It was Tang Lan's martial soul—the Ancient Dragon!
Facing the overwhelming black claws that reached out to grab him, Tang Lan remained calm, even showing a hint of indifference.

He also raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and gently clenched it towards the empty space above.

"break."

With his calm voice, a hazy, ancient dragon phantom appeared behind him, an equally enormous dragon claw, but in a chaotic, hazy yellow hue, its surface seemingly engraved with countless ancient runes and mountain veins.

It suddenly broke free from the constraints of space, emerging from the void, neither dodging nor avoiding, and crashed head-on into the dark dragon claw!

There are no fancy techniques, no complicated soul skill names, just the purest and most direct... clash of power!
Boom!
An indescribable, terrifying roar erupted at that moment! It was as if two stars were colliding in the sky! Above Dongyang City, the point where the two claws struck was the center.

Visible to the naked eye, the soul power shockwave, a mixture of pitch black and dim yellow, spread wildly in all directions like a destructive tidal wave!

The sky seemed to be torn open with countless fine black cracks, which were then quickly smoothed out by chaotic energy flows. The earth below trembled violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred!
The remaining buildings near the East Gate collapsed and turned to dust as if struck by an invisible giant hammer! Instantly, a terrifying circular crater appeared on the ground, several meters deep and over a hundred meters in diameter!
Those soldiers and soul masters from both sides who were closer and unable to escape in time, whether friend or foe, were as fragile as paper in the face of the devastating aftershocks of the collision!
Hundreds upon hundreds of figures were torn apart and blown away by the raging storm of soul power before they could even scream! Limbs, broken armor, and weapons, mixed with blood mist and dust, were swept into the sky and then crashed down like a torrential rain! The scene was extremely tragic, as if the end of the world had arrived!
The aftershocks of just one collision caused such horrific casualties!

High in the sky, at the heart of the collision.

The dark dragon claw that blotted out the sky trembled and twisted violently the moment it came into contact with the chaotic, dim yellow ancient dragon claw! The dark energy covering the surface of the dragon claw was eroded and melted away by the chaotic, dim yellow light at a speed visible to the naked eye! It was as if ice and snow had met the blazing sun!
"Dengdengdeng..."

In the void, the real Long Xiaoyao's face suddenly turned pale, and his body uncontrollably staggered backward more than a dozen steps! Each step landed on the void.

Each step he took created tangible ripples in space, showing that he was trying his best to neutralize the overwhelming and terrifying power that was coming back from the connection of soul power!
He steadied himself, suddenly looked up, and stared at Tang Lan, who was still standing motionless opposite him. For the first time, an undisguised and immense shock and horror appeared on that perpetually icy and stern face!
"How is this possible?!"

Long Xiaoyao's voice trembled slightly.

"How could his strength... possibly have reached this level in such a short time?!"

He could clearly feel that the level of power contained in the opponent's claw had completely and utterly surpassed his own! It had surpassed the scope of an ordinary level 99 Limit Douluo!
It was a qualitative change, a leap in the level of life and the essence of energy! The other party no longer felt like a "strong person of the same level," but rather... "a higher level being!"
"Do not……"

Long Xiaoyao's eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at the slowly receding, dim yellow ancient dragon phantom behind Tang Lan, and the unfathomable, vast aura surrounding Tang Lan that seemed to merge with heaven and earth. He added in a low and solemn voice.

"He's not just a little stronger than us... his strength has probably already... touched that legendary threshold!"

The "threshold" he was referring to was naturally... the god-level!
Ye Xishui, standing to the side, felt a slight ripple in the shadow beneath her hood. Although she hadn't personally fought like Long Xiaoyao, with her cultivation level, she could clearly sense the terrifying gap in power contained in the previous clash.

The stench of blood around her seemed to freeze for a moment, and the gaze hidden in the shadows became even more unfathomable, filled with unprecedented solemnity and apprehension.

The oppressive aura emanating from Tang Lan was indeed far beyond that of a Limit Douluo, causing Tang Lan to feel a tremor and... threat from the depths of her soul!
Long Xiaoyao's astonishment and judgment were clearly also perceived by Ye Xishui.

She didn't speak, but the aura around her became even colder and more murderous.

After a brief silence, the shock in Long Xiaoyao's eyes was quickly replaced by an even stronger fighting spirit and icy coldness. As the Dark Holy Dragon who had dominated the world for nearly two hundred years and stood at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, he possessed his own pride and decisiveness. No matter how strong the enemy, there was only one way to fight!

He tilted his head slightly and transmitted his voice to Ye Xishui beside him, his voice short and clear.

"This boy is strange, his strength is unfathomable, and he seems to have touched the divine realm. I will go and test him with all my might to find out his true strength. Xi Shui, you take this opportunity to rescue Wan Hun and the others. If you can retrieve the Soul Refining Furnace, that would be best. If not... then find an opportunity to interfere, or strike at his important targets below to distract him!"

Before Ye Xishui could even respond, Long Xiaoyao unleashed an unprecedentedly terrifying surge of soul power! His aura almost completely merged with the massive black dragon phantom behind him!
"Black Dragon's True Form! Domain—Eternal Night Dragon Domain!"

With a deafening roar, Long Xiaoyao's body suddenly swelled and deformed, transforming in an instant into a dragon over three hundred feet long, its entire body covered in pitch black ink.

Huge dragon scales gleaming with a cold metallic light, each scale seemingly capable of devouring light—this was the terrifying entity of the Dark Holy Dragon! This was his complete Martial Soul True Form!
At the same time, centered on his enormous dragon body, endless darkness surged out and spread like a tidal wave, instantly covering the sky within a radius of several thousand feet!
This darkness is not simply a lack of light, but contains the ultimate laws of darkness and the might of dragons, forming an independent and terrifying realm that seems like an eternal night!
Within this domain, all light was devoured, soul power flowed sluggishly, and perception was greatly weakened; only pure darkness and the dragon's might reigned supreme! (End of Chapter)