Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Dragon King

In the midst of the Thousand Dragon Dance, countless giant white dragons were revolving around Tang Wulin, placing him under immense pressure, which was only mounting by the second. The most effective and suffocating way to defeat someone of a lower cultivation rank was to crush them with a superior domain.

If a Limit Douluo were to activate the domain actualization effect of their suit of four-word battle armor, they'd be able to crush any number of Hyper Douluos unless there were also four-word battle armor masters among them.

If it weren't for the soul missiles and other super soul weapons that humans had created, Limit Douluos would still be invincible beings in this world.

The pressure was becoming more and more severe; Tang Wulin could even hear his suit of three-word battle armor groaning and straining to keep the external pressure at bay. At this point, his battle armor domain had been compressed to a radius of only around four meters. Its golden color appeared to have become brighter, but in reality, this was a sign that the domain was on the verge of collapse.

En Ci wasn't taking advantage of this opportunity to attack Tang Wulin; he was clearly trying to force Tang Wulin into conceding without even raising a finger!

This was the power of a Limit Douluo.

Tang Wulin had once tried to attack Light Dark Douluo Long Yeyue to experience the power of a Limit Douluo, but there was obviously no way that she would release her four-word battle armor and use her full power against him.

Only now, in the face of a Limit Douluo who was displaying the full extent of his power, did he truly realize just how fearsome a Limit Douluo was.

Was he going to have to use his final trump card now? But that was his only hope for victory! Seeing as this was a competition, he had never considered giving up without a fight. No matter who his opponent was, his ultimate objective was always to win. It seemed that victory was beginning to stray further and further away from him, but he was truly unwilling to accept this.

Was the debut battle of his Dragon Moon Song going to end in a crushing defeat? Was he really going to lose?

The Tyrant Dragon only possesses a hint of your bloodline, yet it's renowned as the unyielding soul spirit. You are the masters of violence and destruction; is a suit of three-word battle armor that's imbued with your aura really going to just concede like this? 

As Tang Wulin raised these questions to himself, a series of subtle changes began to take place deep within him.

All of the spectators in the venue were astonished by the majestic sight of the Thousand Dragon Dance. The giant white dragons were soaring through the air while releasing peerlessly dazzling radiance, and even the spectators could sense the enormous pressure that they were giving off.

Tang Wulin resembled a tiny helpless raft in a violent turbulent ocean, looking as if it could capsize at any moment.

They had thought that the Tang Sect Master could be powerful enough to defeat the empire, but En Ci had shown them that he was still just a young man. In the face of a truly powerful being, there was still a massive disparity.

It was over. The empire was only going to secure a single victory, but that was sufficient consolation to all of the spectators who were holding up banners that were supporting the empire.

It wasn't the case that the empire didn't have the power to defeat this Tang Sect Master; it was just that this was a friendly exhibition where the outcome wasn't important. If En Ci had participated in any of the previous matches, he would've been able to defeat Tang Wulin just by unleashing his domain. Even though this was a rather narrow-minded way of thinking, and it wasn't all that realistic, either, the image of invincibility that Tang Wulin had forged for himself was beginning to crumble in the eyes of the spectators.

Are you willing to just accept defeat? 

A voice rang out in the deepest part of Tang Wulin's soul, and he felt as if a peculiar scene had appeared before his eyes. A series of giant beasts were soaring between rainbow clouds, arranging themselves into rather uneven groups. Their auras were filled with indignation and intense yearning.

Their bodies were each over a kilometer in length, and all of them were radiating dazzling light.

"Are you content to be oppressed by those gods?" A rumbling authoritative voice echoed through the air.

Countless roars rang out in response, expressing a collective unwillingness to accept their fate.

In the distance, a dazzling palace could be seen hovering above the clouds. There were countless dazzling humans standing in front of the palace, awaiting the arrival of the army of giant beasts.

"Fight for the rage and indignation in your hearts! Make them cry, make them scream, make them despair!"

The authoritative voice took on a hint of insanity, and a layer of crimson light suddenly spread from the forefront of the beastly army, staining their bodies the same color.

An indescribable sense of insanity and indignation erupted forth!

"Roar!" 

When the golden domain had been compressed to only around two meters in radius, Tang Wulin abruptly raised his head and roared to the heavens.

The huge golden flower beneath his feet finally blossomed, transforming into a gigantic crimson color.

Crimson light instantly rose up from beneath Tang Wulin's feet before erupting outward like a wave of crimson flames.

The thunderous dragon's roar guided the crimson flames, and the surrounding air congealed as powerful blood essence fluctuations proliferated outward in all directions. The crimson light was as exuberant as blood, and it threatened to devour anything and everything.

All of a sudden, the Holy Dragon domain faltered momentarily, following which the giant white dragons around Tang Wulin stiffened before being stained the same crimson color. The crimson color was like an infection, and their bodies began to crumble away one after another. 

This was the aura of true terror. The contagious crimson color spread outward like a plague, and an indescribable aura of destruction abruptly erupted from Tang Wulin's body.

On the rostrum, all of Shrek's Six Monsters rose to their feet in unison with alarmed expressions upon seeing this.

Was this the same blood dragon that had destroyed the Spirit Pagoda?

Inside the Spirit Pagoda booth, Gu Yuena had also stood up involuntarily. Thankfully, Zhang Geyang had also risen to his feet from astonishment, so her actions didn't appear out of place.

Zhang Geyang had sparred with En Ci in the past, so he was well aware of just how powerful En Ci's Holy Dragon domain was.

However, it was as if a crimson flower had suddenly bloomed within the domain, and the giant white dragons were being devoured one after another.

What on earth was that? How was it able to devour even a four-word battle armor domain?

En Ci's expression also changed drastically as he could clearly sense that the crimson flames that had risen up around Tang Wulin had also been ignited in his own heart. 

An indescribable sense of violence welled up deep within his soul.

Are you willing to just accept defeat? 

Cry, scream, destroy! 

An impulsive urge to destroy everything rose up within him, and crimson flames appeared over the competition platform, as if the giant crimson flower had bloomed throughout the entire venue.

Any form of energy that came into contact with the massive crimson flower was instantly devoured and converted into a part of its destructive aura, while the light radiating from Tang Wulin's body only became brighter and brighter.

Golden Blood Dragon!

Tang Wulin finally knew the name of his three-word battle armor domain.

This was a manifestation of the unyielding destructive intent within his Golden Dragon King bloodline. On this occasion, he hadn't been driven insane. Instead, the insanity lay within the crimson flames that the suit of battle armor contained.

Even the suit of three-word battle armor that he had painstakingly crafted was close to being unable to handle the power of his own domain.

Thousand Dragon Dance was instantly set alight, and the giant white dragons were reduced to nothingness in the span of just a few breaths.

Tang Wulin's eyes were glowing particularly bright, and a series of bright red patterns had appeared over his suit of golden armor. 

He abruptly took a step forward and swung his Golden Dragon Spear through the air, upon which his suit of battle armor suddenly disintegrated as specks of crimson-golden light, then transformed into a giant dragon again.

On this occasion, the giant dragon was of a crimson-golden color, and it was glowering down at En Ci with a pair of bright red eyes. In that instant, En Ci felt as if something inside his brain had exploded.

"Cry, scream, destroy!" The thunderous roar of fury struck him with a sense of disorientation, and his suit of four-word battle armor suddenly crumbled away. It transformed into a giant white dragon that burrowed into space, vanishing almost simultaneously with the crimson-golden dragon manifested from Tang Wulin's suit of three-word battle armor.

The Golden Blood Dragon domain halo beneath Tang Wulin's feet also disappeared, yet his suit of three-word armor still remained, but it had dimmed significantly.