Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

That dragon's might was far beyond what the likes of Emperor Tian could match.

Di Tian's dragon might is the awe-inspiring power of a soul beast overlord over all living beings; while the aura emanating from Jin Tianming is the oppressive aura of an absolute superior looking down on all things, the innate suppression of lower creatures by the top of the food chain.

Ten thousand years ago, Niu Tian and Titan might have been afraid, but now they are priests. Even if their cultivation has fallen back to the limit of Douluo, they would not take Di Tian seriously.

But when Jin Tianming's dragon might resounded throughout the Haotian Sect valley, every cell in their bodies trembled, and the fear that penetrated to their very bones was simply uncontrollable.

This is an instinct etched into the genes of living beings—awe and submission to the top of the food chain.

They were clearly priests, and in principle they shouldn't be suppressed by this power, but in reality, they didn't even have the strength to raise their hands.

"I hope you are worthy of my attention."

Jin Tianming's voice was as cold as iron, and the aura emanating from his body became increasingly terrifying. He gripped the golden spear tightly in his hand, the cold light at the tip reflecting his contemptuous gaze, as if he were looking at two insignificant ants.

In the distance, Wang Dong'er looked at Hei and Baiyu, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and hurriedly took out several bottles of high-grade pills from her soul tool, wanting to hand them to them to restore their soul power, but Hei raised his hand to stop her.

“It’s no use.” Hei’s voice was weak as he slowly said, “What we just overdrawn wasn’t soul power, it was life force.”

Just now, I forcibly used the Dragon Pill to fuse the power of light and darkness, and the Dragon Pill has already shattered.

This finally made them understand why their powers instinctively repelled each other—they had underestimated the domineering nature of this power.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Dong'er frowned, vaguely understanding a few points, but still unable to believe it.

Xiao Xiao, who was standing to the side, had already covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

"It's alright~" Bai Yu looked at Wang Dong'er, his tone surprisingly relaxed, "The two of us are going to take a nap for a while."

"But if you have any questions, you can ask them now."

“But…” Wang Dong’er looked at the two people’s pale faces, her eyes reddening slightly. Before she could finish speaking, Bai Yu interrupted her.

"Stop, stop!" Bai Yu waved his hand, his tone becoming more urgent. "We don't have time to dawdle with you here. Ask what you want to ask!"

Wang Dong'er: "..."

Xiao Xiao: "..."

The two, who were still grieving, were rendered speechless by Bai Yu's words.

He looks like he's about to collapse, how can he be so relaxed?!

Wang Dong'er took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart, and without hesitation asked directly, "Is the legendary Tang San really my father?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking." Hei glanced at her indifferently.

"But why..." She couldn't understand. If he was her father, why would he divide her soul? Why would he treat her like a tool?

"Come closer." Bai Yu beckoned to her, a sly glint in his eyes. "I'll show you something really interesting."

Wang Dong'er hesitated for a moment, but still obediently moved closer and pressed her forehead against Bai Yu's forehead.

The next second, countless images flooded her mind like a tidal wave—how Tang San planned for the Douluo Continent, how he split Tang Wutong's soul, and how he transferred a part of her soul into the Douluo Continent to become Wang Dong'er, all so that she could become his help in controlling the continent in the future…

Wang Dong'er's expression changed instantly, from initial astonishment to disbelief, and then to extreme anger.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, but they were bright red tears of blood. "Dong'er! What's wrong?" Xiao Xiao rushed forward to support her, her voice filled with worry.

"So... I was just his tool..." Wang Dong'er's voice trembled with tears, yet it also carried a chilling coldness. "Heh, what a father..."

She suddenly stood up, all the vulnerability in her eyes vanished, leaving only a resolute killing intent.

She turned to Xiao Xiao and said, "Xiao Xiao, you stay here and take care of them. I'm going to kill that guy outside!"

Hei watched Wang Dong'er's resolute back as she walked away, then turned to Bai Yu beside him and asked softly, "Is this really a good thing?"

“That’s how it should be, that’s how it should be, isn’t it, brother?” Bai Yu’s voice was as light as a breeze.

"Never mind." Hei sighed softly, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

He never expected that the second and third to be eliminated would not be Lei Ze, but him and his sister.

They overestimated the dragon pill. They thought it could support the fusion of their powers, but in the end, they still had to consume their life force to fill the gap.

On the battlefield outside, Niu Tian and Titan had long lost their initial confidence.

As priests, even if their cultivation level is at the limit of Douluo, they are still far superior to ordinary titled Douluo.

However, when faced with Jin Tianming, their combined attack was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was easily neutralized by him.

Both men were covered in wounds, their clothes soaked in blood, and every breath was excruciatingly painful, while Jin Tianming was completely unharmed, not even a single hair on his head.

They were now certain that the creature in front of them was definitely not a native being of the Douluo Continent!

"How many monsters from outside the Douluo Continent have come to this era?!" The two roared in their hearts, filled with despair.

Just then, Jin Tianming suddenly stopped, planted the golden spear in the ground, turned his gaze to Wang Dong'er who was walking over from not far away, and curled his lips into a meaningful smile: "It seems that you already know the truth."

"Why don't you do it yourself, friend?"

Wang Dong'er's delicate face was now filled with anger and sorrow.

She never imagined that she, a living, breathing person, was merely a tool in Tang San's scheme, and that her birth was so tragic.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Her voice was hoarse, but it carried an undeniable firmness.

"I'm no senior, I'm just doing this on someone's behalf." Jin Tianming chuckled, raised his hand, and the power of ultimate gold surged, instantly transforming into an exquisite golden spear that flew towards Wang Dong'er. "Come on, let me see your resolve!"

He was really curious whether the guy in the sky would continue to watch the show or intervene when Wang Dong'er attacked Tang San's clone.

Wang Dong'er reached out and caught the spear; the coldness of the blade made her even calmer.

Her gaze was fixed on the three people in front of her, and finally settled on Tang San, who was struggling to crawl out of the Haotian Sect.

"My dear father, where are you going?"

The icy voice, like a death warrant from hell, made Tang San's body stiffen abruptly.

...(End of chapter)