Douluo Continent: The Silver Winged Star, a Night of Clan Extermination at the Start!

and many more!

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the guard on the right hurriedly gave instructions, turned around, pushed open the heavy mansion gate, and rushed into the courtyard, without even having time to say a word to his companion.

"You...you wait here!"

The guard on the left remained where he was, his expression slightly dazed, as if he had also realized it.

Bai Chen is probably really related to the Min clan and the White Crane clan leader.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

"Bang!"

The mansion gate was suddenly pushed open by a large hand, the force so great that the heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

A figure burst forth like an iron tower.

It was a giant over two meters tall. Although his hair and beard were gray, his body was as strong as a mountain. His bare arms were thicker than an average person's thighs, and his muscles were like the roots of an old tree, full of explosive power.

He wore a sleeveless leather jacket and loose linen trousers, and was barefoot. With each step he took, the bluestone pavement trembled slightly.

His face was dark red, his thick eyebrows were like brooms, and his large, round eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Bai Chen in front of the door.

He was the patriarch of the Power Clan, a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, Hercules Titan.

Titan's gaze fell on Bai Chen's face as if it were a physical object, scanning him carefully from top to bottom, inch by inch.

His breathing was heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

Those large hands, capable of easily wielding a massive hammer weighing a thousand pounds, were now trembling slightly.

"you……"

Titan found it hard to believe.

"You said... your name is Bai Chen? Old White Crane's... grandson?"

"Yes."

Bai Chen met Titan's gaze without flinching or avoiding it, and raised the Swift Token in his hand again.

"My ancestor was Baihe, my father was Baiming, and my mother was Qingling."

"I, Bai Chen, have come today to seek refuge with Grandpa Titan."

"I hope Grandpa Titan can help me find my grandfather and return to the Min clan!"

"The Swift Order...it really is the Swift Order..."

Titan's gaze fell on the token, and he murmured to himself.

I never imagined that the annihilation of our clan would happen back then.

The old white crane's youngest grandson miraculously survived.

If the old white crane knew about this, it would probably be so excited that it would faint.

"Although this is the Swift Token, how can you prove that you are the old white crane's grandson?"

But soon, as if he had thought of something.

Titan suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light.

"A single token is not enough to prove anything!"

"The white crane's grandson must possess the Swift's Martial Soul! If you truly are his grandson, unleash your Martial Soul for me!"

The two guards nodded repeatedly.

The token can be real, but the person can be faked.

A martial spirit is a better proof of identity.

Bai Chen stood at the center of the oppressive aura, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his slender body standing ramrod straight.

He slowly shook his head, his voice remaining calm.

"My martial spirit... is not the swift."

Titan's pupils constricted sharply, and his oppressive aura intensified instantly: "What did you say?!"

"My mother, Qingling, possesses the Martial Soul Dragon Eagle."

Bai Chen spoke slowly.

"My martial spirit... has mutated."

Titan stared intently at Bai Chen, his eyes seeming to see right through him.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath, frowned, and forcibly suppressed his surging blood and oppressive aura, speaking each word clearly.

"Release your martial spirit, now."

Bai Chen remained silent.

He knew this was the final test.

If the martial spirit has no connection with the Min clan, even with the Swift Token, it would be difficult to believe.

He said no more, took a half step back, and closed his eyes.

Consciousness sank into the body, touching the sleeping dragon.

next moment--

"roar--!!!"

It wasn't a true dragon's roar, but a trembling hum originating from the depths of one's bloodline, which erupted with a thunderous roar centered on Bai Chen!

Behind Bai Chen, a massive silver phantom appeared.

That was a dragon.

A dragon unlike any recorded in Douluo Continent.

Its entire body is covered with a silvery-white, metal-forged skeleton and layered carapace, with cold, sharp lines that shimmer with an inorganic luster.

It is nearly three meters long, and although it is a phantom, it is as solid as a real object.

The most striking feature is its pair of wings—not particularly wide, consisting of only three columnar wing bones covered with serrated spikes, with talons at the front and expanded, perforated bones at the ends.

The entire design unfolds in a fan shape at the back, resembling a sword blade.

These are not wings for soaring, but bio-propulsion arrays designed for extreme speeds.

The dragon's head is long and narrow, resembling both a bird and a dragon. It is covered with silvery-white blades and has a pair of light blue vertical pupils with red undertones. Its body is covered with layers of silvery-white dragon scales, like a carapace, exuding an unbreakable sense of hardness.

The silver dragon scales on its chest opened and closed, revealing several air intakes that emitted a dazzling red light and released intense energy fluctuations.

The phantom hovered silently behind Bai Chen, its cold, precise, mechanical silver-white skeleton intertwined with the blazing, violent crimson energy, exuding a contradictory yet harmonious sense of unity.

It doesn't make any unnecessary movements, yet it naturally exudes a pure sense of oppression originating from the top of the food chain.

That was the Dragon's Might. Although it was weak due to Bai Chen's low soul power, it still caused an instinctive tremor in the Great Ape Martial Soul within Titan's body.

"This...this is..."

Titan's eyes widened, and the muscles in his face twitched.

With his Contra Douluo cultivation and knowledge, he actually felt a chill run down his spine!

This is not a mutation of the swift, nor even a mutation of the dragon eagle!

This was a dragon-type martial soul that he had never seen or heard of before!

Moreover, the pressure emanating from that martial spirit was, in essence, subtly surpassed all the beast martial spirits he knew!

"Dragon... Dragon's might..."

Titan's voice was hoarse as he stared intently at the dragon-shaped phantom, its silver-white body intertwined with crimson energy, and the dazzling red light emanating from its chest.

"This isn't an ordinary mutation...this is...bloodline sublimation?!"

Bai Chen slowly opened his eyes. He was not possessed by a martial spirit and still had a human appearance, but there was a faint trace of crimson flowing deep in his black eyes.

He looked at Titan and spoke calmly.

"I call this martial spirit—the Heavenly Comet Dragon."

The sound was calm, yet it carried an echo like a dragon's roar, reverberating in front of the Power Clan's mansion.

Titan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The two guards behind him also looked horrified.

On the street, the crowd watching from a distance remained completely silent.

Everyone was awestruck by the terrifying martial spirit form and dragon might.

After a long while, Titan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and his huge hand wanted to slam down on Bai Chen's shoulder, but he stopped just before touching him and only pressed down lightly.

He stared at Bai Chen's crimson vertical pupils, at the dragon shape interwoven with silver and crimson, and at the Swift Token tightly held in the dragon's claws.

This time, there was no doubt!

Because such a martial soul is definitely a top-tier dragon martial soul!

No powerful organization would send such a genius on an undercover mission!

"child……"

Titan's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he sighed deeply.

Those massive hands, capable of shaking mountains and splitting the earth, were now as gentle as if they were holding a fragile piece of porcelain.

"You...you've suffered..."

I never expected that the old white crane's grandson was actually still alive.

"Come with Grandpa Titan!"

"You must have suffered a lot out there."

"Today, let's not talk about much or little; Grandpa will treat you to a big meal!"

Titan grabbed Bai Chen's hand, laughed heartily, and strode into the mansion.

His voice, like the clanging of metal, was a roar directed at the two guards who were still reeling from the shock.

"Close the gates! No visitors today!"

"I will not see anyone who comes!"