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

boom--!!!
In the next instant, the incomparably powerful golden ancient dragon shadow crashed heavily into the dark red light screen!
An indescribable roar and a surge of energy swept across the heavens and earth once more! Golden light and blood-red light intertwined, annihilated, and exploded wildly! The blood-red light curtain dented, twisted, and trembled violently.

The countless phantom souls on the surface shattered after emitting mournful howls, and the light screen itself rippled with violent waves, flickering and undulating, as if it would break at any moment!
However, this defensive light barrier, which combines the immense power of the Death God Tower with Ye Xishui's near-demigod soul power, is more resilient than anyone could imagine!

Although the golden ancient dragon's giant shadow made it teeter on the brink of collapse, and the chaotic divine fire and destructive power attached to it were frantically eroding and wearing down the blood light, in the end... it failed to completely penetrate it in one blow!
The ancient dragon's colossal shadow remained locked in a stalemate before the light barrier for several breaths. Its power was rapidly depleted in the intense clash, and it finally let out a roar of resentment. The golden light gradually dimmed and dissipated, turning into countless golden specks of light.

Although the blood-red light curtain had dimmed considerably and was covered with cracks, it still stood stubbornly in front of the Tower of Death and had not been completely breached!
"It's blocked!"

Ye Xishui felt a little calmer, but the fierce look in her eyes intensified.

She no longer paid attention and focused all her energy on activating the Death Tower. The speed at which the blood-red vortex at the top of the tower spun suddenly increased, and the destructive energy it condensed became even more terrifying. The aura it emitted made the entire sky seem to be wailing!
"Your opponent is me now!"

A deep and resolute dragon roar resounded. The massive body of the Dark Holy Dragon suddenly shifted sideways, tearing through the Eternal Night Dragon Domain, and with a resolute aura, it forcefully blocked Tang Lan and the Tower of Death! Long Xiaoyao's dragon eyes, burning with black flames, were fixed on Tang Lan, filled with an undeniable sense of obstruction.

His goal was simple—to stop Tang Lan at all costs! To buy enough time for Ye Xishui to unleash the devastating attack from the Death God Tower!

Although deep down he didn't entirely agree with Ye Xishui's actions of slaughtering millions of lives to increase her strength and control the Death Tower, and had even tried to dissuade her, his deep affection and protection, which had spanned nearly two hundred years and was etched into his soul, remained unchanged.

He couldn't bear to watch Ye Xishui be interrupted and fall into danger while preparing a crucial attack.

As long as he could buy her time, he believed that Ye Xishui, who was now almost a demigod and in control of the tenth-order soul tool Death God Tower, could threaten or even severely injure the unfathomable Tang Lan in front of him with her prepared attack!

However, facing the imposing Dark Holy Dragon blocking her way, Tang Lan did not immediately launch a fierce attack in an attempt to break through, as Long Xiaoyao had anticipated.

Instead, he stopped his forward charge, holding the Dragon Soul Overlord Spear with its light slightly subdued, hovering in the chaotic domain, calmly looking at Long Xiaoyao, a smile even appearing on his face that was... indescribable, as if carrying regret and a faint mockery.

"The mighty Dragon Emperor Douluo, the Dark Holy Dragon, once a peerless powerhouse renowned throughout the continent and on par with the Light Holy Dragon..."

Tang Lan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the energy turbulence and reached Long Xiaoyao's ears. Her tone was calm, yet every word was like a needle.

"...Have we really fallen to such a state?"

Long Xiaoyao's enormous dragon body paused slightly, and the black flames in his dragon eyes flickered.

Tang Lan continued speaking slowly, her gaze seemingly piercing through Long Xiaoyao's Dark Holy Dragon form, revealing something deep within his heart that he was unwilling to confront.

"For you, does loving someone mean tolerating her, or even helping her slaughter millions of innocent lives? With the blood and cries of countless people."

Paving the way for her so-called 'divine position'? Even if that path is littered with corpses, flows with rivers of blood, and reeks of resentment that would make heaven and earth weep?

His words were not harsh, but they carried a power that went straight to the heart.

"Ah……"

Tang Lan gently shook her head, her tone filled with even more regret.

"Back then, that legendary 'trio' who traveled the continent, righting the wicked and punishing the strong, striking fear into the hearts of countless evil spirits... now seems to say they were nothing more than that. For personal feelings and obsessions, they betrayed their original intentions, succumbed to evil ways, and drifted further and further away from their former ideals..."

He paused, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distant Shrek City, his voice tinged with a hint of emotion.

“Senior Mu En… Holy Dragon of Light, your former elder brother. If he could see this scene today, see his former brothers and… sister, reduced to this state, their hands stained with indelible sins and blood, what would he think?”

Perhaps he truly misjudged him back then, or perhaps the guilt and regret he never truly let go of were far deeper than we imagine.

Tang Lan spoke very casually, as if she were simply recounting a past event that had nothing to do with her.

But to Long Xiaoyao, it sounded like invisible yet incredibly heavy hammer blows, striking the deepest part of his heart, which was already frozen but not completely numb!

“The trio…Big Brother…Moun…”

Memories sealed away for nearly two hundred years surged forth like a flood bursting its banks! Those faded yet incredibly clear images instantly filled his mind!

In their spirited youth, the three of them traveled the world together, swords in hand.

He is a dark holy dragon, exceptionally talented, proud and unruly; she is a light phoenix, bright and beautiful, yet carrying a hint of subtle melancholy; and their eldest brother, Mu En, is a light holy dragon, calm and generous, shining like the sun, a pillar they can always trust and rely on.

They cultivated together, explored together, fought against evil forces together, and talked about their ideals and future under the starry sky.

Back then, their eyes shone with light, their hearts burned with fire, they firmly believed in justice and light, and vowed to sweep away the injustices of the world.

However, the gears of fate quietly turned, and darkness quietly descended. The secret of Xi Shui's origins, the hidden dangers of her martial soul, one accident after another, one conspiracy after another, one misunderstanding after another, and one difficult choice after another... In the end, the three parted ways and embarked on completely different paths.

He chose to follow the emotions he could not sever, even if it meant going against the light; she fell into the abyss of hatred and power, going further and further away.

Meanwhile, the eldest brother, Mu En, burdened with guilt and responsibility, protected Shrek Academy and became the mighty Dragon God Douluo, but he also forever lost his former brothers and... his lover.

Nearly two hundred years of entanglement, nearly two hundred years of guilt, nearly two hundred years of escapism and obsession! This complex emotion, like the heaviest shackles, has locked their hearts and twisted their paths.

Mu En, the elder brother they once respected and relied on most, how much had he endured all these years? Long Xiaoyao dared not think about it, nor did he want to. Every time he thought of it, it was like cutting open a wound that had long since scabbed over. "Shut up!!"

A furious roar, brimming with pain, rage, and an indescribable bitterness, erupted from the Dark Holy Dragon's mouth! Long Xiaoyao's composure was completely shattered by Tang Lan's seemingly calm words, which struck at the very heart of his soul!
The Eternal Night Dragon Domain surrounding him churned wildly, with dark energy surging like boiling water! Every single black dragon scale on his enormous dragon body stood on end, radiating an even more ferocious and dangerous aura!

"This is a matter between the three of us! It's none of your business to judge, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Long Xiaoyao's voice was hoarse, carrying emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

"Further words are useless! Today, I will witness firsthand just how powerful this so-called 'demigod' you speak of truly is! Whether he is truly qualified to spout such nonsense and judge the past!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Long Xiaoyao held nothing back and gave Tang Lan no more chances to continue his psychological maneuvering! He transformed all the complex emotions churning within him into a raging fighting spirit and a destructive impulse!

"Dark Holy Dragon True Form - Ultimate Mode! Eternal Night Descends, All Things Return to Silence!"

boom--!!!
A deeper, purer darkness erupted from Long Xiaoyao's massive dragon body! His aura surged once more, his dragon body seemed to expand even further, and his dragon scales became even darker.

The dragon horns became even more ferocious, and the black flames in its eyes almost materialized and flowed out! The coverage and suppressive power of the Eternal Night Dragon Domain also suddenly increased, as if it wanted to drag this world into eternal darkness and death!

Immediately afterwards, his enormous dragon head was raised high, his mouth opened wide, and a terrifying dark dragon breath, far more solid, thicker, and deeper in color than ever before, seemed capable of swallowing all light.

Condensing the ultimate laws of destruction and devouring, like a dark torrent piercing through heaven and earth, it spewed towards Tang Lan first! Wherever the dragon's breath passed, space did not shatter, but was directly annihilated, turning into nothingness!
At the same time, his enormous dragon wings, which blotted out the sky, suddenly flapped, stirring up an endless dark storm. His massive dragon body followed closely behind his breath, charging towards Tang Lan with a terrifying force that could crush stars and shatter the heavens!

The dragon claws tore through the darkness, and the dragon tail stirred the void. Every strike contained the full power of a peak Limit Douluo, determined to hold back Tang Lan or even severely injure him with the most ferocious and direct close combat!
Seeing Long Xiaoyao launch such a resolute and valiant attack, a complex light flashed in Tang Lan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even more intense fighting spirit.

He suppressed the regret and mockery on his face, replacing them with respect for a worthy opponent and... absolute confidence in his current strength.

"Very well! Since the Dragon Emperor Douluo insists on fighting, then I, Tang... will accompany him to the end!"

Tang Lan laughed loudly, his laughter filled with pride and arrogance! The chaotic domain around him shone brightly, and the Dragon Soul Overlord Spear in his hand once again burst forth with dazzling golden light that pierced through the darkness!
Before she finished speaking, Tang Lan's figure had already vanished from the spot. It wasn't an afterimage left by high-speed movement, but rather as if she had merged into that chaotic halo.

He achieved a mysterious synchronization with the space itself. In the next instant, he appeared directly in front of the Dark Holy Dragon's overwhelming dragon claw, powerful enough to cover half a mountain!

On the Dragon Soul Overlord Spear, the golden dragon patterns that were originally coiled around it were completely brought to life, as if the soul of a real ancient dragon was roaring! A golden light at the tip of the spear was condensed to the extreme, as if a star had been compressed, or as if it had pierced through countless ages, emitting an extreme sharpness and aura of destruction that could freeze the soul!

"break."

Tang Lan uttered only one simple word. His spear, seemingly slow yet moving with speed beyond the limits of perception, thrust forward to meet the overwhelming dark dragon claw.
There was no earth-shattering collision or roar, no violent energy turbulence.

Only a single, perfectly condensed golden ray of light, seemingly capable of severing cause and effect and ignoring defenses, pierced through the layers upon layers of dark dragon scales—enough to withstand the impact of mountains—in a fraction of a second.

It penetrated the heavy dragon power and dark laws contained within, and also penetrated the almost materialized protective soul skill that Long Xiaoyao attached to the dragon claws—the "Dark Dragon Scale Armor" that was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Limit Douluo of the same level!
puff!

A soft yet exceptionally clear sound, like a sharp blade piercing leather, rang out.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Lan's figure, holding a gun, appeared a hundred feet away, hovering silently. The Dragon Soul Overlord Spear was pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip unstained by any blood.

His aura remained as calm as ever, as if the earth-shattering shot from just now had not come from his hand.

Meanwhile, the massive dark holy dragon's true form abruptly froze in mid-air as it struck. A gaping, bowl-sized, translucent blood hole appeared in the center of its giant claw, covered in dark dragon scales!

Dark golden dragon blood, containing the immense life essence of the dragon race, gushed out from both ends of the blood cave like a fountain, sprinkling into the sky!

Where the dragon's blood dripped, even the space itself hissed, corroded by the darkness and dragon power it contained. A sharp pain shot through the air, and the Dark Holy Dragon let out a muffled groan, its massive body trembling uncontrollably.

The black light flashed violently, and the enormous true form of the Dark Holy Dragon rapidly shrank and dissipated, transforming back into Long Xiaoyao's humanoid form.

He staggered back a few steps in the void before barely managing to steady himself. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and on his left shoulder, near his heart, was a wound that ran through him from front to back, corresponding to the location of the dragon claw's blood hole.

Dark golden blood was continuously gushing out, staining half of his black robe red. At the edge of the wound, a faint trace of chaotic golden light lingered, constantly eroding his flesh and soul power, preventing the wound from healing.

Long Xiaoyao looked down at the shocking blood hole in his chest, feeling the strange power that was piercing his heart and bones and constantly eroding his life force. His eyes were filled with unprecedented shock, as well as a trace of... indescribable bitterness and enlightenment.

"That was... such a powerful shot."

Long Xiaoyao's voice was hoarse and weak. He raised his hand to cover his wound, trying to suppress the erosion of the chaotic power with his dark soul power, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Lan, who was calm and composed a hundred feet away.

"My Dark Dragon Scale Armor... was pierced by you so easily... it couldn't even stop me for a moment..."

A tidal wave of emotions surged within him. The Dark Dragon Scale Armor was one of the strongest protective soul skills he had created by combining the characteristics of the Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul with his profound understanding of the laws of defense.

Attacks from ordinary Title Douluos were like tickles, and even Limit Douluos of the same level would need considerable effort to break through. But against Tang Lan's spear, it was as fragile as paper! (End of Chapter)