The Legend of the Dragon King - Chapter 471

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Chapter 471 - Annihilation

Tang Wulin hissed . His body shuddered without end, limbs tense and joints locked, teeth chattering . Chaos . His blood essence thrashed in chaos . A searing heat engulfed his mind, and if he were any less in pain, any more lucid, he would have wondered if it was actually set ablaze . The Phosphor Fire Soul Refinement was undoubtedly one of the world’s most vile torture methods . He screamed, the pain sharp and unforgiving, all-encompassing . He screamed, begging for it to end .  

At the sound of Tang Wulin’s miserable cries, the ashen-robed man broke into a grin full of sharp teeth . The greater his victim’s spiritual power, the greater their spirit’s resentment after refinement . And the larger his revitalization .  

Tang Wulin couldn’t bear it . He lost consciousness as the green flame encroached on his spiritual world . But just as he was about to succumb to it, his forehead shone with a mysterious golden mark, the light bright enough to coax tears . In a flash, his spiritual world was rid of the flame .

When the man laid eyes on the golden mark, his eyes dyed the same gold, superego and ego snapping momentarily . Then he let out a miserable shriek, retracting his bone spikes from Tang Wulin and retreating as if he had just encountered a monster .  

Tang Wulin’s blood sprayed from his open wounds, but he didn’t collapse . He stood there, motionlessly . His eyes still shut .  

“You bastard! What was that? What the hell did you do to my fire?” the man howled .  

The phosphor fire was the source of power for his martial soul . Every bit of it added to his strength . He had spent decades torturing and refining people’s souls to increase the hungry flames, to coax them brighter and brighter . But to his shock, a tenth of it had just disappeared .

“I’ll kill you!” The man soared into the air . The bone spikes on his finger transformed into large claws and he slashed down at Tang Wulin .  

Suddenly, Tang Wulin’s eyes shot open .  

A wave of dizziness struck the man when he looked into Tang Wulin’s eyes, his movements slowing to a crawl .  Those eyes! What are they? 

No longer their original obsidian, Tang Wulin’s eyes had bled into a brilliant gold . A tinge of blue danced at the outer perimeter . Gone was youthful innocence, in its place an aura of omniscience .  

His body jerked, tilting backward until it was almost parallel to the ground . And then it bounced back like a coiled spring . His limbs twitched, his muscles spasmed, the crackle of joints echoing throughout the carriage . He brought his right hand over the gaping holes in his chest . Waved it once . The wounds hissed and sewed themselves back together, the leaking of blood obstructed in the process . Then the golden mark appeared on his forehead again .  

The man had felt his soul power freeze the moment he laid eyes on it .  A golden three-pronged trident .

The person before him was not the brave young boy who had dashed head-first into danger for the ones he loved . No, this was someone different . Someone else entirely .  

He raised his right hand, but didn’t bring out his dragon claw . Instead, golden light converged within his palm, manifesting as three-meter-long double-headed spear .  

Tang Wulin’s figure flickered, reappearing right in front of the man’s nose, his spear in a thrust .

The man howled . His prey had become the predator . His instincts screamed doom as the spear closed in . He urged his body to the side, desperate to avoid the impending stab . But no matter how much he yelled  at his body, it refused to move .  

The spear impaled him .  

What? But he was just over there a second ago! The man groaned, disbelief in his eyes at the spear protruding from his chest . His soul power would not circulate despite his desperate attempts . Then a chilling cold seeped into his body, the spear greedily sapping his soul power and life force away . Out from his body and into Tang Wulin .

The ashen-robed man shuddered . He could feel himself rapidly aging, skin sagging and bones thinning by the second .  W-what’s happening to me? How is taking my life force?

Not only was he a Soul Emperor who had slayed Soul Sages in the past, he was also a one-word battle armor master! He was utterly shocked to be powerless before Tang Wulin’s spear .  

Those with the least regard for life feared death the most, and this man was no exception . Organs failing, body shriveling up, and life force flowing away, he could only stay still and watch as the spear grew brighter and brighter until it was a dazzling gold . He let out a silent scream at the thought of his inevitable, impending death . He screwed his eyes tight . When he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded in suffocating green . Mournful wails filled the air, countless flaming green wraiths in tow . They flocked to him . Embraced him . They swallowed him whole in their flames .  

“Evil leads to destruction!” Tang Wulin said in a faint but clear voice . Far from his usual brand of boyish determination . He touched his face with his left hand, feeling the features, then smiled warmly .  

He let out a sigh . Tang Wulin lifted his spear with the man still dangling from its end, flicked it to rid the spear of the shrivelled up husk of a body .  

A second sigh slipped from his lips . The spear disintegrated into specks of light . They flowed back into his hand, disappearing among his skin . He lowered himself to the ground and lay still as the golden mark on his forehead dimmed and vanished .  

A minute later, a red glow spread through the skies . But it disappeared as quick as it had come . In its wake, a person clad in scarlet armor descended to Tang Wlin’s side .  

The armor had flames engraved onto it, each and every one unique, each and every one a powerful circuit core . The flames were numerous, as if intent on devouring the world . A scarlet visor obscured the user’s identity . Large bat-like wings sprouted from the person’s back, enabling flight, and with a single flap of the wings the flames flared to life .  

“There’s someone over there!” someone shouted from a distance .  

A whistle pierced the air somewhere off in the distance . Moments later, the silhouettes of a dozen mechas approached, most of them sporting purple models . . They were led by a single black mecha with three pairs of wings, flames spewing from its propulsion jets . As the black mecha neared the person in the scarlet armor, it unfurled all six of its wings . It slowed to a halt a hundred meters away .  

“Hello, Your Eminence . I am Captain Liu An of Heaven Dou City’s 1st Mecha Regiment . ” His voice rang loud from the speakers . “May I ask you to identify yourself?”