Chapter 558: Xiao Yu

It's not a true dragon, just transformed into one.

Xiao Yu warned: "Don't focus on my current form or aura—pay attention to the 'Dragon Soul Light' ignited by the eighteen ancient dragon techniques on the dragon's body."

"What is Dragon Soul Light? There are only sixteen ancient dragon techniques in the Dragon Pearl," Black Gold asked, puzzled.

Xiao Yu said: "Dragon Soul Light is a combination of techniques forming the 'Ancient Dragon Soul.' It's hard to explain—you must perceive it with your spirit."

Source energy fluctuations can be hidden, and Shenxing can be concealed behind obstacles, but flowing blood never stops.

Gao Yue's condition was indeed as Lin Lei had said—his state was unstable; now that Lin Lei pointed it out directly, it might cause Gao Yue secondary harm.

Wan'er's sword swept freely, appearing chaotic, yet perfectly blocked Li Qiutong's attacks.

The greatest contributor here was the Nine Orifices Pill, which sealed the primordial essence within alien beast bodies so it wouldn't leak—even beasts that had previously overextended benefited greatly from it.

Shen Lang stepped forward, his dragon-like body crushing the air as he unleashed a punch, then ten, then a hundred punches straight at Zhao Gouying.

Although he'd watched for months, he usually stayed in the livestream only briefly, and besides, he only had more time at night.

With blue sky above and white clouds beneath, racing through rosy mists, a lifelong immortal's dream had finally come true.

Only Tang Xuan, lost in deep contemplation, knew he was forcibly activating the Chaos Scripture, struggling against the Mountain God within his body.

In fact, reduced to this state by Lin Lei's chopping, it could not even attempt to extinguish the burning You fire—it could only wait to die.

Faced with such blunt, unmasked mockery, Mo Qingyu's face turned pale; she lowered her head, Bugankantadeyanjing, and whispered weakly.

Yan Liu, though saying so, pulled two yellow papers from his Ten Thousand Treasures pouch—one inscribed with "Fate Reading," the other with "Child"—stuck them onto the two of them, then followed them into Jiulong Ridge.

Instantly, his thinking deepened. Zhang Daoran had once thought him immature—it was actually a philosophy of officialdom and worldly conduct.

The situation had reached this point; though still imperfect, it could be considered a temporary conclusion.

To insult their Prince, Qing Luan flew into a rage and immediately summoned Qing Thunder to strike him.

Watching Lao San and Yu Wei grow more animated in conversation, the remaining city defenders exchanged glances, clearly confused by the situation.

Mo Shaohua was furious, but to learn about Jia'er's condition, he had no choice but to obey and drink the medicine.

Mu Yun twitched his nose, shook his head hard to pull his gaze away from Sister Xi Shuang, yet still couldn't help stealing another glance at her—as if she possessed a charm, an irresistible allure that made one want to keep looking.

Sometimes she'd hop and skip, though only when Ye Chu wasn't looking—he'd change his expression if he saw.

"Fusang people," Xiang Li also recognized it—the distinctive white headband was unique to those strange Fusang nationals; no other place dressed this way in mourning.

Xue Ren Gui's gaze flashed, and the soldiers and officers within the Dragon Gate Formation immediately began moving—the formation resembled a coiling dragon soaring through the sky, dancing across the land.

Fortunately, Hughes didn't truly intend to kill him then; after squeezing for a while until his eyes rolled back, he casually tossed him aside—he slammed into the wall with a loud thud.

Among them, Confucius figures of various ages, especially those past youth, wore solemn expressions, their auras fluctuating wildly, as if in a state of sudden enlightenment.

Shu Ziao did not deny that at this moment, his impression of Ouyang Mingbing had sunk to its lowest—he didn't want to accept it.

Likewise, Xiao the steward was completely unaware that the stone had unconsciously glanced back at him—and all his cruelty had fallen squarely into his sight.