Chapter 237: Blood Dragon

In an instant, the astonishing evil aura began to surge wildly into Tang Wulin's body.

Tang Wulin's whole body froze; he only felt the world before his eyes turn blood‑red, and the extreme mad thought made him want to go insane and destroy everything.

Yang Xiao looked smugly at the suspended Tang Wulin in the air and reached out his hand.

Looks like he'll have another slave.

But then his complexion changed dramatically, and he scrambled to dodge backward.

"Boom!"

The next second after his dodge, a huge pit appeared where he had stood, and standing at its edge was Tang Wulin bathed in blood‑golden light.

"You…"

At this moment, there was no trace of reason left in Tang Wulin's eyes; his blood‑colored dragon pupils stared intently at Yang Xiao, revealing only madness.

"Tch." Yang Xiao clicked his tongue, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes, "A dying struggle!"

He still hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.

Countless threads coiled toward Tang Wulin, instantly surrounding him in a ball of strings.

This is his fifth soul skill, ranking among the top three of all his control-type abilities.

But before he could revel, his smile vanished.

A bright, maddening dragon roar rang through the forest, and the blood‑golden giant dragon forcefully broke its restraints.

"Impossible!"

Yang Xiao blurted out.

Although this move is only his fifth soul skill, because of the special nature of hunting soul beasts, its effect is extremely powerful; even a Honored Douluo would need some effort to break free.

He had just been beaten into helplessness, yet in the blink of an eye he's this strong now? Is it because of his eighth soul skill's effect? The absurd thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Xiao hurriedly discarded it.

Impossible; he knows his eighth soul skill's effect best, and this move's effect is madness, crushing the enemy's spirit, not frenzy, and it doesn't boost the enemy at all.

In fact, his eighth soul skill indeed lacks any amplifying effect, but the Golden Dragon King's power does.

The Golden Dragon King's consciousness has long dissipated, yet its lingering power still harbors its destructive will; previously, when Tang Wulin absorbed the seal, it was enough to suppress it, forcing it to obey Tang Wulin.

However, Yang Xiao's move simultaneously suppressed Tang Wulin's consciousness and triggered the ferocious power within him; the Golden Dragon King's will naturally seized the chance, directly linking with Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline to attempt possession of his body.

Although a successful possession is still far off, at least control of Tang Wulin's body has been seized.

A massive golden dragon claw shot out across the sky, reaching for Yang Xiao.

"Tsk!"

Yang Xiao's expression darkened as he manipulated the surrounding threads, trying to stall the Blood Dragon with them while darting backward to flee.

Regardless, Tang Wulin's madness is a settled fact, his goal is thus achieved, and handing the rest over to the Ri Yue Di Guo officials poses no problem; he need not intervene.

He basked in a mental victory, a twisted smile curling at his mouth.

But the next instant, his smile froze on his face.

The blood‑golden giant dragon that Tang Wulin had become completely ignored the entangling threads, as if they had never existed, and instantly surged forward.

"!"

Yang Xiao only felt a maddening aura intent on destroying everything bearing down on him, and his body, which had tried to dodge, suddenly halted.

That pause at such a moment was fatal. "Puff!"

The golden dragon claw instantly pierced Yang Xiao's body, running through him.

The light of life vanished from his eyes.

Having lost its immediate target, the Blood Dragon turned its gaze toward the nearby city.

The yearning to annihilate life subconsciously drove it toward there.

At that moment, a soft sigh sounded beside its ear.

"Alas, it seems I can only accompany you this far."

The Blood Dragon's previously restless body suddenly halted.

One could see golden light on its surface flickering wildly.

But this golden light split into three types.

One is a maddening blood‑gold, another a radiant gold suffused with bright aura, and the last a blue‑gold hinting at a vast aura.

When the three clash, the strongest is undoubtedly the maddening blood‑gold, flashing incessantly, seeking to fully seize control of Tang Wulin's body.

However, the other two auras, though weaker, unite outwardly to jointly counter the blood‑gold light.

Especially the blue‑gold light; although its power is the weakest, its quality clearly surpasses the other two.

Specifically, the radiant gold's layers aren't as high, and while the blood‑gold's layers aren't inferior, it lacks the rationality of the blue‑gold.

Guided by the vast blue‑gold, the radiant gold's bright aura gradually begins to suppress the blood‑gold aura, even starting a counterattack.

The Blood Dragon let out a resentful roar, its light flaring brightly, attempting a final counterstrike.

But all this was futile; the instinctual Golden Dragon King power could not match the rational forces of the other two, which together blocked the strike and completely extinguished the blood‑gold from the Blood Dragon.

The Blood Dragon emitted its final roar, then gradually withered away, leaving only a naked Tang Wulin on the ground.

Soon, a small squad of Soul Mentors flew in from the nearby city, watching the fallen Tang Wulin warily, preparing to approach.

At that moment, a sudden heavy snowstorm erupted without warning, engulfing them.

These Soul Mentors were elite, all possessing strength above Level 5, with the leader being a Level 7 Soul Mentor; yet faced with the extreme cold they faltered, and just as they reformed their formation to counterattack, the blizzard vanished, and the unconscious Tang Wulin on the ground disappeared without a trace.

"Bastard!"

The Level 7 Soul Mentor couldn't help but curse aloud, ordering:

"Search! He can't have gone far!"

The commotion caused by the blood‑golden giant dragon in the outskirts wasn't minor; if the target were simply lost, perhaps his judgment about losing his livelihood wasn't wrong— the attackers hadn't fled far, yet they could no longer catch her.

Using a simulated soul technique to conceal his form, Huo Yutong sprinted through the forest at high speed, her pretty face flushed, straining to keep her gaze from drifting toward the Tang Wulin in her arms.

With a simulated soul skill, she doesn't have to worry about being caught by pursuers; as for concealment ability, her scores in the extreme solo‑operation program are perfect every time.

What she didn't expect was that after nine months apart from Tang Wulin, their first meeting would be Tang Wulin's unilateral "candid encounter".

That scene is still too thrilling for her now.

Side note, well, many may have forgotten that Old Tang was only in a deep slumber at the start, not completely dead.

But after this time, he's truly… gone.

(End of chapter)