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Fang Yang stepped out of the Spirit Pagoda and soon spotted Tang Wulin not far away—utterly broken, tears streaming down his face.
He hurried over, concern in his voice: "Wulin! Are you alright?"
Tang Wulin's eyes were red-rimmed. He stared at the soul spirit orb in his hands, then at his calloused palms—rough from years of labor.
His voice cracked: "Fang Yang… my soul spirit is defective…"
The moment the words left his lips, tears spilled freely.
Fang Yang listened in silence as Tang Wulin poured out his pain:
"When I awakened my martial soul and learned it was the 'useless' Blue Silver Grass, I didn't cry—because I still had innate soul power. There was still hope.
"When we had no money for a soul spirit, I didn't cry—I worked to earn it myself.
"The first day at Master Mang Tian's forge, I swung the hammer a thousand times and passed the test. I saw hope. And with hope, success felt possible.
"Every day, I wore a smile. Every day, I told my parents everything was easy.
"But now… three years… three years of relentless effort…"
His voice choked—he couldn't go on.
He'd finally reached Level 10. He'd saved every credit, every drop of sweat—30,000 Federation coins—only to receive this worthless Grass Snake soul spirit, devoid of even a trace of true spirit beast essence.
All his resilience, his strength, his determination—shattered in an instant, dissolving into rivers of tears.
Then, Tang Wulin heard Fang Yang's voice, soft yet firm:
"Wulin… sleep. The road ahead will be brilliant."
Before he could react—a precise chop struck his neck.
Tang Wulin collapsed forward, tears still trailing down his cheeks—his consciousness fading into darkness.
Fang Yang caught him before he hit the ground. At his mental command, the Heavenly Flame Orb within him blazed with fiery light.
Space rippled—and Tang Wulin vanished, drawn instantly into the orb's inner realm.
Moments later, Fang Yang stood within the familiar Heavenly Flame Plaza.
Twenty-three towering pillars loomed around him, each wreathed in a different Heavenly Flame, radiating terrifying energy.
Tang Wulin lay motionless at the plaza's center.
Fang Yang gazed down at his unconscious friend and murmured, "Don't hate me, Wulin."
"Heaven-Sealing Divine Ban—Activate!"
At his command, the plaza trembled violently.
From the ground beneath Tang Wulin, a colossal golden array erupted—countless arcane runes swirling with refining power, not sealing energy.
"Heavenly Flame—Xuanhuang Flame, return to your pillar!"
The deep golden flame roared from Fang Yang's body, racing back to its designated column.
Instantly, all twenty-three Heavenly Flames erupted simultaneously, forming twenty-three blazing pillars that shot into the sky—converging into a gigantic vortex of fire above.
BOOM!
From the vortex's core, a beam of terrifying energy blasted downward, engulfing Tang Wulin completely.
"The extraction… begins," Fang Yang whispered.
Tang Wulin's body contained eighteen seals suppressing the Golden Dragon King's bloodline—and hidden within, a sliver of Tang San's divine consciousness.
Direct force would fail. Only cunning would work.
This was the Heavenly Flame Orb's domain—here, even dragons must coil, and tigers must crouch.
"Aaahh…!" Tang Wulin groaned in his sleep.
His face flushed crimson, body temperature spiking unnaturally. Beneath his reddened skin, meridians glowed faintly, blood surging through them.
Golden runes spread like a web from his forehead down his limbs. His bones crackled softly.
Fang Yang knew well: Xuanhuang Flame alone couldn't extract the bloodline.
So he drew a thread of essence from each of the other twenty-two sealed Heavenly Flames, weaving them into the Heaven-Sealing Array.
The Golden Dragon King—one of the Dragon God's divine avatars—possessed world-shattering power, rivaling even a God-King.
It inherited the Dragon God's indestructible physique, transcendent speed, and unmatched destructive force.
If Fang Yang could seize that bloodline—such power would be his.
As the array churned, the Golden Dragon King's essence began peeling away from Tang Wulin's soul…
Then—
BOOM!
A divine aura exploded outward!
From within Tang Wulin's chest, a figure in noble blue robes snapped open his eyes—deep as abysses, burning with wrath.
Tang San's divine consciousness had awakened!
This sliver of awareness had been left behind to suppress the Golden Dragon King's bloodline and guide his son's cultivation—and secretly served as Tang San's trump card for returning to the Douluo Continent.
But now—prematurely roused by the extraction—it surged with fury.
Tang San's eyes blazed with cosmic rage. His voice froze the air:
"Insolent thief! You dare steal my son Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline? You have brought death upon yourself!"
Fang Yang remained calm—almost amused.
"Tang San… have you no shame? When did the Golden Dragon King's bloodline become your property? And stop shouting—I'm saving your son."
Truly, the "pure and righteous" God-King Tang San!
"You seek death! Blue Silver Bind!" Enraged, Tang San flicked his wrist.
Countless Blue Silver Emperor vines, infused with Sea God energy, lashed through the air—powerful enough to bind or destroy any non-divine being!
Fang Yang sneered. "Is this your famed Blue Silver Grass technique? Amusing."
"Burn."
Heavenly Flame erupted.
The divine vines—capable of restraining gods—vaporized in an instant, reduced to ash.
"You… truly have brought death upon yourself!" Tang San's divine consciousness recoiled, eyes wide with shock.
Fang Yang stood with hands clasped behind his back, voice dripping with mockery:
"What? Is this all the 'righteous and noble' God-King Tang San has to offer?"
"You leave me no choice!" Tang San roared, face crimson with fury. "Sea God's Trident!"
The trident flew from his hand, hurtling toward Fang Yang.
"Sea God's Thirteen Techniques—Third Form: One Goes With No Return!"
A single-strike divine art said to be the strongest in the God Realm—a blow capable of piercing a God-King's defenses.
Fang Yang merely raised a hand, calm and unbothered:
"Refine."
The unstoppable spear of divine judgment—dissolved upon contact with the Heavenly Flame, absorbed into the orb's essence.
"How… is this possible?!" Tang San gasped in disbelief.
Fang Yang's smile turned icy. "Tang San… it's over. Did you really think I was just waiting?"
"You… were stalling for time?!" Tang San's face twisted in horror as realization struck.
Facing the dual-title Sea God and Asura God—the so-called "pure-hearted, righteous, filial" God-King Tang San—
Fang Yang spoke no more.
Channeling the array's full might, he raised his hand.
Heavenly Flame coalesced into a colossal flame hand, vast enough to blot out the sky—and seized Tang San's divine consciousness.
"No… this cannot be!" Tang San howled in defiance.
"Refine—NOW!"
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