Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 102 Sick
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Dai Mubai took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then, he stared intently at Xuan Ming, his voice trembling with uncertainty: "You...you are the Bloodthirsty Nether Dragon?"

Upon seeing this guy's peculiar appearance, a name immediately popped into his mind.

Since he came to Soto City and joined Shrek Academy, he has often heard the dean mention a certain name.

The legend of the Great Battle Arena!
Bloodthirsty Nether Dragon!

"Don't call me by such a childish name." Xuanming frowned.

Because the Blood Spear was too destructive and dangerous, the people from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy wouldn't fight him, and the teachers were also hesitant to spar with him. However, he needed to undergo practical combat training, so he had no choice but to go to the Great Soul Arena.

He originally used his own name when he registered for the Battle Soul Arena, but after he won 100 consecutive matches, the Arena inexplicably gave him the nickname "Bloodthirsty Nether Dragon".

He then won 500 consecutive matches, and then the Blood Prison Dragon King appeared in the Great Soul Arena.

Six months ago, after he achieved an unprecedented 1,000-game winning streak and obtained the Diamond Battle Spirit Badge, the Netherworld Dragon Emperor appeared.

That's so damn cringey!

……

"I thought he would call you Lord Dragon Emperor of the Underworld."

Having recognized Xuanming's identity and sensed the vast difference in their abilities, Dai Mubai stopped seeking further humiliation and, as agreed, left with his twin sisters.

The hotel manager seemed to have heard about the Great Soul Arena as well. After learning Xuanming's identity, he immediately offered to waive all expenses for him and Qian Renxue at the hotel, allowing them to stay as long as they wanted.

“If you want to live here alone, you can continue to tease me.” Xuanming walked to the window and sat down.

"Isn't this nickname nice?" Qian Renxue looked around at the red roses that filled the room, as well as some special items in the corner.

"Netherworld Dragon Emperor, I think that sounds pretty imposing, and it suits you quite well."

The Netherworld is what the outside world calls Xuanming's white light domain.

Once enveloped by that domain, you've practically stepped halfway into the underworld's death zone!
As for the Dragon Emperor, it is his martial soul, his unique appearance, and his feat of achieving a thousand consecutive victories in the Great Soul Arena.

"Domineering? That's just attention-seeking." Xuanming didn't take it seriously.

“Other Soul Masters’ nicknames may seem a bit attention-seeking, but yours is a symbol of strength and status,” Qian Renxue said.

Since the establishment of the Great Soul Arena, this is the first time someone has achieved a thousand-win streak. Half a year ago, Xuanming fought his thousandth Soul Battle in the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City. The seven great Soul Master families behind the Great Soul Arena came forward together and personally awarded him the Diamond Soul Battle Badge after he won the match.

The Diamond Soul Badge is not just a simple honor, but a symbol of status. In the past hundred years, no more than ten Diamond Soul Badges have been awarded in the Great Soul Arena, and now there are no more than five Soul Masters who possess it. Each of them is a powerful Soul Master who is famous throughout the Soul Master world.

Gu Rong, the guardian elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, was already a holder of the Diamond Battle Soul Badge before officially joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, decades have passed, and the ancient banyan tree has been inactive for so long that almost no one remembers this incident.

Xuanming is the fastest Soul Master in history to obtain the Diamond Soul Badge, and also the youngest. If it weren't for the presence of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and Dugu Bo, a guest elder of the Heaven Dou Royal Family, the seven major Soul Master families behind the Great Soul Arena would have already stepped in to pull Xuanming to their side.

Even so, the seven major families released a statement that Xuanming would always belong to them and would be the most honored guest of the Great Soul Arena.

The meaning is clear: as long as Xuanming has that intention, they are ready to welcome him anytime.

Even the title of Netherworld Dragon Emperor was personally recognized by the seven major families. In particular, the word "Emperor" cannot be used casually. Unlike the name of a martial soul, only Title Douluo are qualified to use this word in their nickname!
However, Xuanming was only a minor Soul Venerable before, so giving him such an honorific title was obviously inappropriate and even a transgression of etiquette, but the seven major families did just that.

The Seven Great Families are not small forces. In a sense, they are the largest Soul Master organizations in the Douluo Continent, because the Seven Great Families have Soul Masters in all the major sects, the two empires, and the Spirit Hall!

The titled Douluo elders and even the enshrined elders in the Elder Hall all come from the seven great families.

These people are the true neutrals; they never participate in overt power struggles and are friends with everyone.

This is a large part of the reason why the Great Soul Arena has such a scale and prestige in the Douluo Continent.

“It’s no use. If you can’t beat them, you still can’t beat them. If you’re destined to die, you’re destined to die,” Xuanming said.

"No matter how noble your status, it doesn't prevent you from being beaten to death."

Qian Renxue's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. "What do you mean?"

Someone of such high status, beaten to death?
Is this definitely not a veiled criticism of her?
“The literal meaning,” Xuanming said.

"If you want to kill me, my noble status is meaningless."

Qian Renxue was taken aback. "When did I say I was going to kill you again?"

“I was just giving an example,” Xuanming said. “Can’t you give another example?” Qian Renxue asked, somewhat annoyed.

How many years has it been since she used this kind of implied threat? And you still dare to say it?
“Other examples?” Xuanming paused.

"Wasn't Pope Qian Xunji's status prestigious enough back then? He was still beaten to death outside. If you're not strong enough, don't pretend. Otherwise, one wrong step will lead to eternal regret."

Qian Renxue's face darkened. "Could you give me another example?"

"What a hassle." Xuanming glanced at Qian Renxue speechlessly, stood up, walked into the bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

He lay down right in the middle.

Qian Renxue's eyes twitched slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Rest." Xuanming closed his eyes.

Because of the two dragons on his back, he is not suited to a hard bed and finds it very uncomfortable. He can only lie down and sleep on a very soft bed that collapses in and completely supports his body.

"If you sleep here, where will I sleep?" Qian Renxue asked.

"Isn't the sofa outside quite spacious?" Xuanming said with his eyes closed.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath. "You... want me to sleep on the sofa?"

“If you don’t like the sofa, you can sleep on the floor,” Xuanming said.

"Why aren't you sleeping on the floor?" Qian Renxue asked, displeased.

“Because you insisted on living here, and you insisted that I live here with you,” Xuanming said.

"Now, you will pay the price for your stubbornness."

Qian Renxue's face darkened. "What if I insist on sleeping in this bed?"

“Of course.” Xuanming shifted his position.

"The bed is big, make yourself at home."

Qian Renxue blushed slightly. "Are you serious?"

"..."

Xuanming didn't speak and lay down on the left side of the large bed.

Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and lay down on her side.

"you……"

"Goodbye."

Xuanming got up from the bed at lightning speed and walked out of the bedroom.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Qian Renxue jumped out of bed and chased after her.

"Let's find somewhere else to stay," Xuanming said.

"I'm afraid I'll ruin my reputation if I stay with a woman as thirsty as you."

Qian Renxue's face darkened, her divine soul power surged, and golden flames burned fiercely, the intense heat distorting the surrounding air. She gritted her teeth and glared at Xuan Ming: "What do you mean by a thirsty woman? What do you mean by fearing to ruin your reputation in your later years? You won't leave this room without a reasonable explanation!"

Xuanming turned around. "Explain? I'm a normal man, not a eunuch in the palace. You insist on making me stay in a place like this, and now you want to sleep in the same bed with me? What do you want? What do you want?"

"Knowing you as I do, if I react, you could probably put the Holy Sword to my neck in the blink of an eye."

"If I remain unmoved, you will definitely get angry, and there is a high probability that you will resort to physical force, forcing me to react, and then repeat the above steps."

"You've put me on the hot seat of a fire, and you expect me to explain?"

"ill."

Xuanming turned his head and opened the door.

“I don’t have a masochistic tendency. If you want to play with this kind of thing, go find someone else. I can’t afford to serve you.”

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)