The Legend of the Dragon King

The wings on his back vibrated within a certain range to accelerate him to an exact speed. In a split second, he hurtled to Qiangu Qingfeng like a golden meteor.

Qiangu Qingfeng smiled coldly. Once again, he slashed the Purgatory Ji horizontally and launched Hell Cut. He had perfectly precise control over the distance. As long as Tang Wulin’s momentum remained unchanged, he would certainly charge into the range of Qiangu Qingfeng’s Purgatory Ji. If Tang Wulin were to change his attack, Qiangu Qingfeng would be able to make the first move and begin an even more powerful attack immediately.

The sound of the Cold Rhyme Guzheng was not heard this time. The Cold Rhyme Douluo Xia Zhengleng plucked at the guzheng’s strings gently. Streams of invisible waves bounced out silently and caused ripples of distorted glows in the sky. It was utterly impossible for Tang Wulin to find his bearings through the distorted light and air. With Qiangu Qingfeng in front of him, his field of vision was also limited.

However, at that moment, Tang Wulin displayed his incredible control over his body. His physical capabilities were not only shown in his strength and speed, but also in his acceleration.

The light around them became slightly distorted suddenly. The flow of time abruptly accelerated, speeding up the flight of the Purgatory Ji. When the Purgatory Ji swept past, Tang Wulin’s body had yet to arrive at the spot.

Qiangu Qingfeng felt surprised. In midair, he moved sideways at incredible speed as he instinctively tried to dodge.

Meanwhile, the invisible sword unleashed from the Cold Rhyme Guzheng had already arrived from behind by the time Qiangu Qingfeng moved away from his original position. The husband and wife complemented one another’s movements perfectly after fighting together for so many years.

On the other hand, Tang Wulin’s body suddenly froze. Without any warning, he went from moving frantically to a complete halt. It was like he had completely broken the laws of physics.

He then arched his upper body backward and turned his entire person into a bow shape. In his right hand, he held the Golden Dragon Spear at its center and held it out behind his head.

Qiangu Qingfeng was startled. He swung the Purgatory Ji instinctively and sent out a burst of glowing purple-black orbs. A total of eighteen balls of light surged out and surrounded his body.

It was the Purgatory Douluo’s fourth soul skill, the Purgatory Roar! It was the embodiment of both attack and defense.

Tang Wulin swung his Golden Dragon Spear. In the split second when Tang Wulin was focusing all his strength into the swing, Qiangu Qingfeng had a drastic change in countenance.

He could clearly sense that the original target lock on his body had disappeared. In the next moment, the Golden Dragon Spear transformed into a golden lightning bolt and shot past him.

The opponent only had two targets. If the target was not Qiangu Qingfeng, there could only be one other person naturally.

Tang Wulin’s sudden attack utilized the Time Backtrack to accelerate time before abruptly pausing it and then to shift the target lock. The entire process was as smooth and natural as clouds in the sky. Everything was completed almost instantaneously.

If the attack targeted the Purgatory Douluo Qiangu Qingfeng, he had countless methods to respond. In fact, he was very confident of his wife as well. Even so, he was feeling rather wary of Tang Wulin due to the abilities the young man had displayed earlier. How could Tang Wulin’s suddenly attacking Cold Rhyme Douluo in the distance not leave him infuriated?!

The Cold Rhyme Invisible Sword had arrived before Tang Wulin’s face almost at the same time. Golden light bloomed from Tang Wulin’s body as he unleashed the Dragon Air! At the same time, he launched the Golden Dragon Tremor from the center of his body. A booming noise like a dragon’s roar dragon echoed within a range of five meters. The Cold Rhyme Invisible Sword exploded into frost flowers in the sky, but it had not even left a scratch on Tang Wulin.

When Tang Wulin tossed out the Golden Dragon Spear, the Cold Rhyme Douluo immediately felt an intense piercing pain in her chest, as if her blood had frozen.

Could she dodge? It was too late. The Golden Dragon Spear was moving too quickly. The spear had almost completely fused with Tang Wulin’s essence, energy and spirit.

It was the Final Stake!

Nevertheless, the Cold Rhyme Douluo had fought through countless battles before. Her reputation as the first soundwave-type soul master on the Douluo Continent was not for nothing.

As Cold Rhyme Guzheng began humming on its own, her battle armor rapidly encased entire body. Even though it was just a set of three-word battle armor, it was covered in frost flower patterns and looked magnificent. Following that, a faint musical tune echoed through the sky.

The Cold Rhyme Douluo Xia Zhengleng made a minor motion, flipping over the Cold Rhyme Guzheng to shield herself.

In the next moment, the Golden Dragon Spear arrived.

The flipped Cold Rhyme Guzheng had its strings facing Xia Zhengleng. One of her hands gripped the top of the Guzheng to keep it from getting too close to her body while her other hand plucked at the three uppermost strings rapidly. She then released it abruptly.

“Clang!” A piercing noise echoed from the instrument. When the strings were plucked, the side of the ghuzheng facing the Golden Dragon Spear immediately conjured a crystal-clear barrier of light around her. In a split second, the glowing shield of light produced nine overlapping layers. Every layer was like frost and the snowflakes in between the layers were everchanging. The enchanting notes of the Guzheng lingered in the air long after the music faded.

It was the Nine-layered Cold Rhyme!

Xia Zhengleng had fought against numerous formidable enemies in her lifetime and had cultivated to rank-97. She relied on her Cold Rhyme Guzheng to defeat her many foes as she was adept in both attack and defense.

After sensing something was wrong, she unleashed her battle armor at once to strengthen her defense and the channeling of her soul power. At the same time, she had unleashed the Nine-layered Cold Rhyme to elevate her defense to its peak in the shortest amount of time.

She was very confident in her husband. Qiangu Qingfeng would never give Tang Wulin the chance to launch a second attack. Tang Wulin would certainly weaken to a certain extent after losing his weapon.

The Golden Dragon Spear arrived before the Cold Rhyme Guzheng under such circumstances!

Its exceedingly sharp aura burst out in a split second while its All-conquering effect was triggered. The spear easily cut through the layers of the Cold Rhyme Guzheng’s defense, like it was splitting bamboo.

“Ding!” There was a soft sound. The Golden Dragon Spear had pierced the back of the Cold Rhyme Guzheng with a clear hum.

The Cold Rhyme Guzheng was not only a weapon, but also Xia Zhengleng’s martial soul. A martial soul was supposed to be one with the soul master. Xia Zhengleng gave out a muffled groan as her body quickly fell back from the impact. The piercing energy continued to spread wildly through the Guzheng into her body.

Such a powerful attack!

Xia Zhengleng felt astonished. ‘This attack definitely meets the standard of a Limit Douluo-ranked powerhouse. Fortunately…’

Just as she was planning on how to counter the attack, she noticed a remarkable sight. A brilliant seven-colored light abruptly burst out from the dazzling golden spear.

Oh no!

An ominous feeling emerged in her mind. There was a ringing sound as the Golden Dragon Spear went through the Cold Rhyme Guzheng and into the right side of Xia Zhengleng’s chest.

There was no pain. Xia Zhengleng could only feel a chill radiating through her chest. All of her strength vanished like melting snow. Despite her rank-97 cultivation base, she lost control of her body. She descended from the sky and dropped straight toward the ground.

“Wifey!” Qiangu Qingfeng was planning to launch another attack at Tang Wulin when he saw that Xia Zhengleng had built her barrier. Little did he know that Tang Wulin’s strike was so powerful such that it could pierce through Xia Zhengleng’s defenses.

There was a saying that ‘man and wife are connected at their hearts’. When Xia Zhengleng’s chest was impaled, he felt as if his chest was pierced as well.

He frantically blasted the glowing orbs of the Purgatory Roar at Tang Wulin from his body as he turned around and chased after his wife. Qiangu Qingfeng reached Xia Zhengleng’s almost immediately and caught her in his arms.

As the blood drained from her face, Xia Zhengleng turned ghastly pale while her body was icy cold. Her life source was also dropping at a shocking speed.

Something was not right with this spear!

As a Limit Douluo, Qiangu Qingfeng was an experienced and knowledgeable man. He grabbed the Golden Dragon Spear instinctively, but he could immediately sense that his life energy was being absorbed by the spear.