Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 406 Yu Xiaogang's tragic death, a story that evokes deep sorrow.
Which Soul Master in the world doesn't envy Yu Xiaogang's talent?

If he were to achieve the Holy Dragon Martial Soul, how would those soldiers dare to show him the slightest disrespect?
Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

He chose the easiest path, and with his cowardice and laziness, he personally stifled the opportunity that trillions of people longed for but could not obtain.

"Roar...roar..."

A faint sob, filled with pain and sorrow, rang out beside him.

Yu Xiaogang stiffly and extremely slowly turned his eyes to look at the dying Luo Sanpao.

He looked at this companion who had been with him for most of his life, enduring countless scornful looks and ridicule.

Looking at this dragon emperor's embryonic form, which had forever lost its qualification to transform into a dragon because of its own choice and could only exist in this ridiculous and humble form forever.

"Heh...hehe...haha...hahaha..."

He suddenly laughed, a hoarse, broken laugh that was a hundred times worse than crying.

He smiled, but tears unexpectedly streamed down his face from his empty eyes.

Scalding tears mingled with cold bloodstains, streaming down his filthy cheeks and dripping onto the cold, barren earth beneath him.

He reached out his hands, which were as thin and dry as chicken claws, covered in mud and scabs, trembling as if he wanted to touch Luo Sanpao's head one last time.

However, just as Yu Xiaogang's fingers were about to touch it...

Luo Sanpao's body began to become transparent.

It raised its head and took one last look at Yu Xiaogang. The sorrow in its small eyes faded, and it revealed an extremely human and liberating emotion.

The faint purplish-black light flickered gently, like the last flicker of a candle in the wind.

It vanished completely.

It left no trace, as if it had never existed in this world.

That faint connection, originating from the Dragon Emperor and having accompanied Yu Xiaogang for decades, was completely severed at this moment.

"puff--!"

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently, and the mouthful of blood mixed with endless regret, despair, and poison that had been accumulating in his chest cavity finally gushed out uncontrollably!

Black blood mist spread through the air, carrying a nauseating stench.

All his strength was completely drained away with the spit out of that mouthful of blood.

My vision began to darken rapidly, and the humiliating scene of light in the sky and in my mind gradually blurred and faded away.

Sect, younger brother, cousin, disciple... a series of figures flashed through his eyes, but in the end, they all turned gray.

A generation of "masters" thus died in despair.

The curtain of light in the sky slowly dissipated, and the last trace of chaotic light disappeared into the clouds like the receding tide, as if it had never appeared.

But the entire Douluo Continent seemed to be struck by this silent thunder, falling into an eerie, buzzing silence.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped moving.

An indescribable sense of shock and sorrow lingered in the air, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Wuhun Temple.

Qian Renxue floated high in the sky, her pure angelic attire radiating holy light.

But on her stunningly beautiful face, her golden eyes stared blankly at the spot where the light screen had disappeared, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

The might of the Dragon Emperor, originating from the primordial era, the tragic grandeur and choices that transcend the river of time, the cruel contrast of one step leading to an abyss... all deeply resonated with her soul.

She once thought that the inheritance of the Angel God was supreme, sacred and majestic, and could be compared with Yu Xiaolie.

But the Chaos Dragon Emperor who had just made a fleeting appearance possessed a more ancient and profound source of power. It was a supreme power that ruled over all things and controlled the origins of all things, a sacred power imbued with an unquestionable domineering nature. It was completely different from the orderly angelic power she inherited, yet it was equally captivating.

The man she fell in love with possessed such power, and with his unparalleled perseverance and courage, he awakened her step by step, ultimately leading her to the pinnacle of the divine realm.

Qian Renxue's admiration for Yu Xiaolie grew even stronger.

She was slightly dazed, then took a deep breath to calm her turbulent emotions.

His gaze shifted, landing in the distance on the Tiandou Empire, where the flames of war had subsided but the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated.

My grandfather's aged yet solemn instructions before his ninth sacrifice are etched into my mind like an imprint:
"Xiaoxue... after the Star Luo Empire unifies the continent, you must stand up for the Spirit Hall and ensure its status on the continent and in the world of spirit masters..."

The fierce war between the two empires, which has lasted for many years, is now clearly nearing its end.

The last vestiges of the Heavenly Dou Empire were like a candle flickering in the wind; the iron cavalry of Xingluo were at the city gates, and its demise was inevitable.

This will be a bloody and significant milestone in the history of Douluo Continent. The old era will be completely crushed, and a new order is about to be established.

As the successor of the Spirit Hall and the newly promoted Angel God, she felt it was necessary to witness this moment in person.

It was not only to ensure that his grandfather's last wish could be fulfilled more securely, but also to personally examine the new landscape of this continent and consider how to establish a new and stable balance on this ruin, so that the glory of the Spirit Hall could continue.

It even shines with new brilliance in her hands.

Without further hesitation, her angelic divine power surged, transforming into a dazzling golden streak that pierced the sky and sped towards the direction of Heavenly Dou City.

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the other side.

Tang San slowly withdrew his gaze from the sky, his face devoid of any emotion or shock, only displaying a cold, almost sarcastic mockery.

He gave a cold, mocking laugh, his voice so low that only he could hear it:
"Yu Xiaogang... Ha, so he's a self-destructive, utterly useless piece of trash."

The truth revealed on the screen did not evoke any sympathy in him; instead, it made him feel incredibly ironic and disgusted.

The thought that he had once sincerely taken such a cowardly and lazy person as his master and respectfully listened to him expound on those seemingly profound but actually nonsensical "theories" made Tang San feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

"I really don't know how I was fooled into becoming his disciple."

He cursed under his breath, then turned and continued flying towards the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

After becoming a god, his speed reached an incredible level.

The mountains and rivers rushed past beneath my feet, and in just a moment, the majestic mountain range shrouded in faint lightning came into view.

The mountain gate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan remains magnificent, with ancient stone steps and electric snakes crawling on the plaque.

But Tang San's gaze was immediately drawn to the towering Dragon Emperor statue in the center of the square.

The statue stood majestically, its chaotic-colored stone shimmering with a mysterious luster under the sunlight, as if it contained endless power of laws.

In the past, Tang San might have only felt that the statue was imposing, but at this moment, he could vaguely sense a faint but real dragon's might from it.

The pressure was extremely restrained, yet supreme, like a breath unintentionally released from a sleeping ancient beast.

Even though he had already become the God of the Sea, his divine heart trembled slightly, and the vast divine power within him produced a trace of instinctive fear.

(End of this chapter)