Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 258 Mini Three Realms Judgment Sword, the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings are deployed, their voices overwhelming the Blood God Legion.

"The interplay of black, white, and red light, drawing upon the boundless laws of heaven and earth, what kind of sword technique is this?"

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In the airspace above the Blood God Legion, Feng Zaixing drew his sword and unleashed a triple sword beam. The Heavenly Saint Sword swelled dozens of times in the wind, its three-colored sword light mixing with countless laws of power, condensing into a giant sword with its sharp edge rising thousands of meters, aimed at the Hao Ri Tian Qin from afar.

The moment the three-colored giant sword appeared, Feng Zaixing's face turned slightly pale. The speed at which the void collapsed was beyond imagination. Soul Masters below the Title Douluo level felt intense pain in their eyes just from looking at it. The strings of the Haori Tianqin became unstable, and Ao Rui asked in surprise.

Zhang Huanyun, Luan Hongchen, Yuan Entiandang, Kong Yao and other masters also found it novel, even in their previous understanding, such a sword style was unprecedented.

At this moment, Feng Zaixing's three major domains merged into one, as if trying to evolve into a new world, a world that transcends the Douluo plane.

"Swordsmanship that can defeat you." Feng Zaixing exhaled and swung his sword down. The three-colored giant sword fell with the light of judgment, and the sky was easily torn apart like a curtain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The strings of the Haori Tianqin vibrated four times in succession, sensing an immense crisis.

Meanwhile, at the top of the Spirit Transmission Tower thousands of miles away, Gu Yue's brows furrowed suddenly as she vaguely sensed an existence attempting to transcend the plane.

"Teacher, I'm going out for a bit." After saying goodbye to Leng Yaozhu, Gu Yue vanished from the top of the tower with a thought.

Leng Yaozhu withdrew from her cultivation, looking surprised, then smiled helplessly. "Now that my disciple has achieved some success in her cultivation, she has her own ideas."

In the research institute, Sima Jinchi, who was being studied, finally had a chance to prove himself, but was taken away by Gu Yue using spatial teleportation while still en route.

"My lord, what is this all about?" Sima Jinchi asked, puzzled.

"Of course, we're going to fight," Gu Yue replied, then paused and added, "The enemy might not be from this plane, but invaders from another plane."

At the Spirit Transmission Academy, Tang Wulin was meditating and cultivating when the Golden Dragon King suddenly sensed something. His eyes widened in disbelief, and almost instinctively he cursed, "How can there still be a trace of that thing in this godforsaken place? The Sword of Judgment of the Three Realms, I—"

"Judging by my senses, this was done by that kid. What on earth is that kid doing?!"

At the same time, a thought that had never crossed his mind before appeared: Could there really be a human who could absorb all the essence of his eighteen layers of seals?

After a moment's thought, the Golden Dragon King broke out in a cold sweat. Although over 98% of his essence was in the last two layers, if that variable could break through to godhood, he might be able to leap into the sky.

Rather than being put on the defensive, it's better to—

"There's a saying among the people here: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' Others say, 'A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on.' If that kid really manages to conjure up the Sword of Judgment of the Three Realms, it seems I might as well take a gamble."

Recalling the scene from several years ago when Feng Zaixing had tormented and killed Tang San's consciousness, the Golden Dragon King's eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty excitement. Since there was room for cooperation, he might as well take advantage of the moment to get more benefits.

"Tang Wulin, Tang Wulin, you need to wake up—"

This was the first time in his life that the Golden Dragon King had called out Tang Wulin's name. As soon as he released his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel quite disgusted—Tang Wulin was still only at the fifth ring level. Although he had absorbed some of the essence that had overflowed from him, his strength was still not in the first tier.

Tang Wulin was awakened, his face full of displeasure, but he was also amazed by the caller's extraordinary cultivation. He couldn't help but get up and respectfully ask, "Which senior is instructing me?"

"It is I, the King!"

The Golden Dragon King couldn't stand it any longer and sneered, "That bastard Tang San is stupid to the core, but he's good at using schemes and tricks; you, kid, really don't seem like his biological son."

Tang Wulin was taken aback, then quickly shouted, "Don't talk nonsense, my father is Tang Ziran—"

"Alright, alright, enough of this nonsense. I don't have time for your idle chatter."

Although I really wanted to see Tang San experience the dramatic scene of "father bidding farewell to son laughing", the Golden Dragon King was a dragon capable of great things, and immediately said: "You should head to the western part of Douluo Continent right now. Feng Zaixing is there. You are an adult now, so you can ask him to help you evolve your martial soul."

"This little Blue Silver Grass has a really weak foundation. Even if it absorbs my noble dragon bloodline, it still won't become strong."

Tang Wulin asked in confusion, "The West? The West is so big, how would I know where it is—"

"I will lead the way for you!" the Golden Dragon King interrupted.

Tang Wulin was even more puzzled: "You'd be so kind?"

"I naturally have my own purposes, which are beneficial to both of us," the Golden Dragon King said coldly.

Tang Wulin immediately relaxed his brows. This feeling was right; the Golden Dragon King had always maintained a superior attitude.

The Golden Dragon King snorted, "There's no need to tell you anything. Just go there immediately. You can even contact him in advance and have him send someone to pick you up."

Tang Wulin leaped into the air: "Wait a minute, I'll go and call Xie Xie over too—"

The Golden Dragon King was suddenly taken aback; this kid and Xie Xie were inseparable.

Xie Xiaozi's Twin Dragon Daggers bear the shadow of a time-space dragon, but unfortunately, while the dragon god's shadow guards have inherited the legacy, the dragon god himself is no longer here.

"However, the Dragon God is not immune to rebirth if the conditions are right."

The Golden Dragon King had more ideas popping into his mind, and his eyes crinkled with laughter.

"Whoosh!"

The miniature version of the Three-Colored Sword of Judgment pierced through the air, deflecting the Hao Ri Tian Qin light blade. This martial soul fusion skill, which had the best control, immediately collapsed, and Ao Rui and Mo Zihong both coughed up blood and flew around.

"boom!"

The energy fluctuations in the sky subsided at this moment, the scattered blazing clouds were restored by the surging wind, and everything returned to calm.

But at this moment, no one could maintain a calm expression.

The blood-red golden dragon disintegrated, and Chen Xinyun, who had been swallowed whole, fell from the sky. A figure shot out and caught him with an arm.

"Old man, old man, why are you still so competitive at your age? Now look what's happened, I almost had to bury my parents."

Xue Jiu, the former Blood God Legion member and Chen Xinyun's biological son, brought his father back to his hometown and teased him for a while.

"You unfilial son!" Chen Xinyun was originally just weak all over, but when he heard his son say this, he remembered that his lifelong reputation was half ruined, and he was so angry that he fainted.

He tilted his head and pretended to faint.

"Why did you fall asleep so easily? I can't bear such a bad reputation, can I?" Yuan Xuejiu shook the old man, looking very anxious.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of the Blood Eight just falling from the sky, so he put down the old man and turned to look at the goddess.

"You've been really dragged into this mess by my old man. I apologize on his behalf. I'm so sorry, so sorry—"

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Chen Xinyun opened her eyes halfway and saw her son run away. She was furious and then felt drowsy and fell asleep.

You little brat, just wait until I recover!

With the help of the Blood God Legion's experts, Yunlan and Yuan Xuewu landed with minor injuries. Even their cracked Heaven-Breaking Spear was now completely intact, as if their previous defeats were all illusions.

"I told you we couldn't win, so why bother?" Yuan Xuewu sighed deeply, patting his clothes and tidying himself up, feeling that he had lost both the fight and the battle.

"Impossible, how could he really be that strong—" Yunlan was bewildered, her eyes vacant, still reeling from the devastating blow.

The miniature version of the Three Realms Judgment Sword was still too overpowered for ordinary Soul Masters. The spatial rift that stretched across the sky and slowly crept was like a barrier in her heart, tearing apart all her confidence.

Could Yun Ming launch such an offensive?

With a whooshing sound, Feng Zaixing descended, hovering a hundred meters in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the six Blood Gods: "You, submit or not?"

Ao Rui and Mo Zihong were the first to bow their heads, cupping their hands in a gesture of respect: "We admit defeat."

Just being grazed by the sword's parry felt like a brush with death for the two of them; if they had been struck head-on by the blade, the Haori Tianqin would never have existed again.

Upon seeing this, Original Blood Five and Original Blood Eight immediately followed suit: "I admit defeat."

Yuan Xuejiu Chen Zezhou shouted loudly, "My father is unconscious, I surrender on his behalf!"

Feng Zaixing's lips twitched slightly when he saw this. Your father is truly blessed to have you.

Turning his gaze to the last remaining member of the original bloodline, Yunlan, Feng Zaixing said calmly, "What do you say?"

Yun Lan was startled. She looked up, gritting her teeth, and said, "I can't beat you, but I refuse to accept defeat!"

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Zaixing asked.

"I'm not convinced! No matter how much stronger you are than me, I won't accept it!" Yunlan shouted.

"Alright." Feng Zaixing nodded gently and said in a clear voice, "Since that's the case, let's go. Leave the Blood God Camp, and I'll arrange your discharge pay."

Yunlan glared: "By what right do you expel me?!"

Do I really need to say more?

Feng Zaixing sighed softly, looking at the woman who was as foolish as Cai Yue'er with pity, and said, "What use is there for me to keep you if you don't obey orders? You have no other choice now."

Yunlan roared, "How dare you! Many members of the Blood God Legion are warriors from Shrek Academy!"

"That depends on how many people you can take with you."

Feng Zaixing smiled faintly and said, "Perfect timing. This despicable policy of canceling military pay and recklessly issuing loans is a legacy from your ancestors. I'm going to crack down on it with all my might. Take everything you can with you. I'll process it all today."

Yunlan screamed in horror, "You dare to split the Blood God Legion!"

This time, Feng Zaixing didn't answer, seemingly feeling it wasn't worth it, and his face showed even more disgust and stupidity.

Often, he hated fools more than enemies.

Why can't there be more normal people in Douluo Continent?

Aruheng stepped out from behind Feng Zaixing and shouted, "Are you going to get lost or not?!"

Yunlan trembled: "You, you dare—"

"snort!"

Aruheng didn't waste any words with her. He took a step forward and threw a punch. His god-level physical strength slammed into Yunlan three times, making a series of loud bangs.

With Yunlan trampled under his feet, Aruheng raised his sword and roared, "Anyone who disobeys will suffer the same fate as her! Either take off your uniform and leave, or stay and obey orders. There is no third way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people from the Blood God Legion cautiously stepped forward. There were over a thousand people in total, most of whom were from Shrek Academy.

Upon seeing this, Feng Zaixing laughed loudly: "Very good! Today, those who are willing to leave openly and honestly will receive generous resettlement and demobilization allowances. As long as you return to the mainland and live a normal life, your descendants will be worry-free for three generations."

"From this day forward, you have no further connection with the Blood God Legion. I hope you will all have a new life in the Federation; of course, you may also travel across the ocean—"

Luan Hongchen chuckled and temporarily took on the role of cashier, settling accounts one by one. Thousands of sets of Blood God Legion uniforms and Blood God Rings fell to the ground, and Zhang Huanyun felt her heart bleed with heartache.

All the high-ranking members of the Blood God Legion understood that from this moment on, a voice within the Blood God Legion would quickly drown out theirs.

The sound of the wind rising again.