Douluo: Reborn as a Dragon, I am the Lord of Soul Beasts

Ying Qian stared at the expanding golden light column of the Slanted Eyes Saint King, and was extremely alert. The Slanted Eyes Saint King was no longer the same person as before. His strength and aura had reached an extremely terrifying level, even exceeding the limit that Ying Qian could imagine.

"Ultimate form..." Ying Qian whispered, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes. He clenched the Emperor's long sword in his hand, and the purple light on the sword became more and more blazing, as if competing with the golden light column of the Slanted Eyed Saint King. However, although he tried his best to stimulate the power of the Dragon God in his body, he could still feel the sense of oppression increasing.

The voice of the Slanted Eyed Saint King came out from the golden light column, low and hoarse, as if it came from another world, "Ying Qian, you are indeed very strong, but in front of me in my ultimate form, you are still vulnerable!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden light column suddenly burst out with an extremely blazing energy, and the whole world was instantly enveloped by golden light, as if the sun had suddenly descended. The figure of the Slanting Eyes Saint King emerged from the light column, and at this moment he was completely different from before. His originally sturdy body became even taller, and his golden muscles were as hard as steel, emitting an irresistible pressure from head to toe.

"Feel my true power, Ying Qian!" The Slanted-Eyed Saint King roared, and suddenly punched out with both fists. Two huge golden fist shadows streaked across the sky like meteors and went straight towards Ying Qian.

Ying Qian did not dare to be careless, and quickly swung the Emperor's long sword in his hand, and the purple sword energy rushed towards the fist shadow of the Slanted Eyed Saint King like a violent storm. However, to his surprise, the two fist shadows actually penetrated his sword energy without any hindrance, and bombarded him with destructive force.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, Ying Qian's figure was instantly submerged in the golden light. The ground cracked under this powerful force, and dust flew everywhere, as if the whole world was shaking.

A sneer appeared on the face of the Slanting Saint King. His ultimate form gave him unparalleled power, allowing him to surpass the limits of mortals. Even if Ying Qian was strong, he would be no match for this power.

However, when the dust gradually dispersed, Ying Qian's figure was still standing. His armor was broken and blood was flowing from his mouth, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife, and he was fearless.

“The Slanted Eyed Saint King is indeed powerful…” Ying Qian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense, “But this is not enough to make me retreat!”

After saying that, he suddenly stimulated the Dragon God power in his body again, and the purple light on the Emperor's sword suddenly surged, as if to dye the whole world purple. At the same time, his figure turned into a purple light, and rushed towards the Slanted Eyed Saint King like lightning, with the sword pointing directly at the opponent's heart.

The Slanted-Eyed Saint King snorted coldly, crossed his fists, and the golden fist shadow condensed again, like steel. The two people's attacks collided violently in the air, erupting with a deafening roar, and a powerful shock wave swept around, tearing the ground into bottomless cracks.

Although Ying Qian tried his best to stimulate the power of the Dragon God, he still felt powerless under the ultimate form of the Slanted Eyed Saint King. Every time they fought, he could feel the extremely powerful force of the Slanted Eyed Saint King, as if he wanted to crush him completely.

Gradually, Ying Qian began to lose the upper hand. The attacks of the Slanted Eyed Saint King became more and more fierce, and each punch carried a destructive force, forcing Ying Qian to retreat continuously, and his injuries became more and more serious.

"You are no longer capable, Ying Qian!" The Slanted-Eyed Saint King laughed, the golden light shining brighter on his body, "In my ultimate form, you are completely powerless to resist!"

Ying Qian's breathing became increasingly rapid. His strength was rapidly consumed in the fierce battle with the Slanted Eyed Saint King, and the Dragon God power in his body was gradually exhausted. However, there was still no thought of giving up in his eyes.

"I won't lose..." Ying Qian gritted his teeth, his voice firm and unyielding, "Even the power of the Dragon God is enough for me to turn the tide!"

After saying that, he suddenly concentrated the last of the Dragon God's power on the Emperor's sword. The purple light suddenly surged and transformed into an earth-shattering sword light, heading straight for the Slanted Eyed Saint King.

The Slanting Saint King felt the powerful force contained in the sword light and frowned slightly. He knew that Ying Qian had concentrated all his strength on this attack. If he could not block this sword, he would suffer a serious injury.

"Ridiculous!" The Slanted Eyes Saint King roared, and the golden light in his body burst out again. He suddenly punched out with both fists, and the golden fist shadows rushed towards the sword light like two huge mountains.

The sword light and the fist shadow collided in the air, and a loud noise shook the earth. The whole world seemed to be shaking at this moment, and countless lights intertwined in the air, as if to tear the whole world apart.

However, when the light gradually dissipated, the Slanted Eyes Saint King showed a look of astonishment on his face. Although his fist shadow successfully blocked the sword light, the purple power was still eroding his body, as if it was going to devour him completely.

"This... is impossible!" The Slanted Eyes Saint King was horrified. He felt the power in his body rapidly draining away. The purple power seemed to carry endless destructive power and was gradually destroying his body.

"Goodbye, Saint King Slanted Eyes!" Ying Qian's voice was cold and ruthless. He swung the emperor's sword in his hand violently, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Saint King Slanted Eyes' heart.

The Slanted Eyed Saint King wanted to resist, but the strength in his body had been eroded by the purple power. His body gradually weakened, and the golden light gradually dimmed, and finally collapsed completely under the sword of Ying Qian.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the body of the Slanted Eyes Saint King turned into countless golden fragments under Ying Qian's sword and dissipated in the air.

Ying Qian's breathing was rapid. He watched the fragments of the Slanted Eyed Saint King floating in the air, but he did not feel the slightest joy in his heart. Because he knew that this was not over yet.

At the moment of killing the Slanted Eyes Saint King, Ying Qian felt an even more powerful aura coming. That aura seemed to come from outside the nine heavens, carrying endless pressure, as if it was going to suppress the entire world.

"Who?" Ying Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold. He turned and looked up at the sky, only to see a blue light gradually condensing into a tall figure. It was a man in a blue robe. His face was handsome and stern, and he was surrounded by an extremely powerful divine power, as if a god had descended to the earth.

"Are you Ying Qian?" The blue-robed man's voice was low and cold, with an irresistible majesty.

Ying Qian's heart suddenly sank. He felt the powerful aura of the other party, and a trace of uncontrollable fear arose in his heart. This kind of power... was far beyond the limit of what he could bear.

"Who... are you?" Ying Qian asked through gritting his teeth, the imperial sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if he was becoming uneasy under the opponent's pressure.

"I am Seagod, Tang San." The blue-robed man said calmly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, "You have destroyed the balance of heaven and earth, and you must pay the price for it."

"Seagod, Tang San..." Ying Qian's heart was shocked. He had heard that when Ying Qian was pierced by the golden sword, there was no fear on his face, but a sneer. He felt the powerful force, and what surged in his heart was not fear, but endless fighting spirit.

"Do you think you can make me surrender like this?" Ying Qian said coldly, the dragon blood in his body was completely aroused at this moment. It was a power from ancient times, and the pride and fighting spirit of the dragon race instantly filled his mind. His body did not collapse as expected, but trembled violently under the piercing of the lightsaber, and golden dragon scales appeared from under his skin, forming an indestructible layer of defense.

"Dragon bloodline?" Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice still calm and majestic.

Ying Qian snorted coldly, and the Emperor Sword in his hand suddenly burst into a more blazing light. His wounds healed quickly under the repair of the dragon blood, and his body became more resilient. The power from the ancient dragon clan gave him renewed fighting spirit. "Tang San, even if you are a god of Douluo Continent, don't think of stopping me today!" Ying Qian's voice was full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were like burning flames, as if he wanted to completely burn the enemy in front of him.

Tang San looked at the emperor in front of him. He could feel Ying Qian's fearless will and the dragon race's unique unruly nature. Such a person would not easily surrender even when facing the most powerful enemy.

"In that case, I will grant your wish." Tang San said calmly, the lightsaber in his hand condensed again, the sword light became sharper and colder, as if it contained the purest power between heaven and earth.

Ying Qian laughed loudly, and the dragon power in his body was completely released. In an instant, he turned into a huge golden dragon, and the dragon's roar shook the world. His Emperor Sword and Dragon Claw merged into one, emitting unparalleled pressure.

"Come on! Let me see the power of the gods!" Ying Qian roared, and his dragon body suddenly rushed towards Tang San. The Emperor Sword and Dragon Claw drew a golden lightning in the air and went straight towards Tang San.

Tang San's eyes shone, his body moved slightly, and the lightsaber and Ying Qian's dragon claw collided violently in mid-air. In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be torn apart, and the golden light and the white light intertwined to form a huge energy storm.

The two kept fighting in the air, and every collision seemed to shake the heaven and earth. Inspired by the dragon bloodline, Ying Qian's power reached an unprecedented height, while Tang San used his divine power to steadily suppress the opponent. The battle between the two plunged the entire battlefield into chaos, and the violent energy fluctuations caused the surrounding soldiers to retreat.

Ying Qian became more and more courageous as the battle went on. The dragon blood in his body seemed endless, and his attacks became more and more fierce. However, Tang San remained calm, and every move was extremely accurate, easily defusing Ying Qian's offensive.

Although Ying Qian's body was pierced by the golden lightsaber, he did not feel fear. On the contrary, the fighting spirit in his chest was ignited like a raging fire. His eyes became more determined, and his whole body burst out with a more powerful momentum.

"The blood of the dragon clan will not let me surrender! Tang San, don't even think about making me bow my head!" Ying Qian roared, and the dragon blood in his body was instantly fully aroused, and his body began to change. His originally slightly pale skin gradually turned into a dark blue color like dragon scales, and his eyes became like dragon pupils, revealing a fascinating majesty and power. His momentum reached an unprecedented peak at this moment, and the whole person seemed to have transformed into a true dragon god, standing between heaven and earth.

Tang San stared at Ying Qian in front of him, his expression was still calm, but a hint of approval flashed in his eyes. He could feel the unyielding will and endless fighting spirit in Ying Qian's body. Such an opponent was worthy of his full effort.

"Very good, Ying Qian, you really didn't let me down." Tang San said lightly, slowly raising the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. The air around him began to become extremely heavy, as if the entire world was holding its breath for the upcoming showdown.

"Come on, Tang San, let me see your true strength!" Ying Qian roared, and moved suddenly, like an angry dragon, rushing straight at Tang San. His speed was amazing, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he appeared in front of Tang San, and his fist was wrapped in a powerful dragon power, smashing into Tang San's chest.

Tang San responded calmly, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer to meet Ying Qian's attack. The two forces collided in the air, erupting with a deafening roar. The entire battlefield was shaken, as if the heaven and earth were about to collapse because of their battle.

The two fought fiercely, with each punch of Ying Qian carrying the power to tear apart space, while Tang San countered with the unparalleled power of the Clear Sky Hammer. Their battle unfolded in the air, and each blow seemed to be able to shake the mountains and rivers and stir up endless storms.

Although Ying Qian was extremely powerful, Tang San's combat experience and skills were clearly superior. Each of his attacks was extremely accurate, and he cleverly took advantage of the opponent's weaknesses to force Ying Qian into danger again and again. However, Ying Qian's fighting spirit did not diminish at all. Every time he was repelled, he would counterattack with a more fierce attack, like a tireless beast, vowing to tear his opponent to pieces.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, Tang San began to use his magical skills, and every move he made was full of divine power, forcing Ying Qian to go all out. However, the dragon blood gave Ying Qian extraordinary recovery ability, his wounds healed almost instantly, and his combat power always remained at its peak.

The two of them started an epic duel in the air, and the strong men of Douluo Continent could only watch from a distance and could not intervene at all. This battle has gone beyond the comprehension of ordinary soul masters, and every confrontation may determine the fate of the entire continent.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and only Tang San and Ying Qian were left in the world. Their battle was like a battle between gods and demons, and each strike contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Finally, Tang San seized a fleeting opportunity, and his Clear Sky Hammer suddenly burst out with endless divine light, and with the power to destroy everything, it smashed fiercely into Ying Qian's chest. This attack not only condensed all of Tang San's strength, but also integrated his supreme understanding of battle.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ying Qian's eyes, but then it turned into an endless fanatical fighting spirit. He roared, the dragon blood in his body completely burned, and his fists burst out with overwhelming dragon power, facing the fatal blow.

The two forces collided in the air, bursting out unprecedented light and energy. The entire world seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and countless lights and air currents raged, shaking the entire battlefield.

When the light faded, Tang San and Ying Qian reappeared. Tang San stood in the air, his expression still stern, while Ying Qian's body was panting violently. The part of his chest hit by the Clear Sky Hammer had cracked, and blood was constantly pouring out. However, his eyes were still burning with an unyielding fighting spirit.

"What a great Tang San! He is indeed worthy of being a legendary figure in Douluo Continent!" Ying Qian said gritting his teeth, his voice full of admiration and unwillingness.

Tang San stared at Ying Qian and said slowly: "You are indeed very strong, but the outcome of this battle is already clear."

Ying Qian didn't say anything else. His body began to tremble, but he still stood straight. Facing the impending death, he had no fear at all. He only had persistence in fighting and respect for the strong.

However, at this moment, a huge dragon roar came from afar, and then a huge dragon shadow appeared in the sky above the battlefield. It was a giant dragon with a golden glow all over its body, and its appearance shocked the entire battlefield.

"This is..." There was a flash of surprise in Tang San's eyes, while Ying Qian's eyes revealed complicated emotions.

"That's... my ancestor..." Ying Qian murmured in a low voice, his eyes flashing with excitement and awe that were difficult to conceal.

The giant dragon hovered in the air, its eyes fell on Ying Qian, with an indescribable majesty and mercy. Then, it slowly leaned down, and the dragon head gently touched Ying Qian's forehead, as if conveying some kind of power.

Ying Qian's body suddenly shook, his pupils suddenly dilated, the dragon blood in his body began to boil violently, and his breath became extremely violent at this moment. He understood that this was the power of the dragon clan responding to him, the recognition and blessing of his ancestors.

"Hahaha... So that's it, this is the power I've always been pursuing!" Ying Qian laughed wildly, his voice full of power and fanaticism.

With the blessing of his ancestors, Ying Qian's strength was greatly enhanced at this moment, and his body began to become transparent, as if it had merged with the blood of the dragon clan. Tang San noticed this change and couldn't help but feel a little dreadful.

"Ying Qian's power has surpassed the limit of human beings. He is accepting the inheritance of the dragon race..." Tang San thought to himself. He knew that if he didn't end this battle as soon as possible, Ying Qian would become even more difficult to deal with. (End of this chapter)