Chapter 176: The Dragon-Slaying Blade Hero Rescues the Beauty!
"Phoenix?"
Tang Wulin was slightly surprised. The phoenix never sought help from others—why was it asking him for help?
He tugged at the companion beside him and asked, "Did you guys hear a call for help?"
"What? What call for help?"
Xie Xie looked at Tang Wulin with confusion.
"Are you heat-struck or something?"
Tang Wulin ignored Xie Xie and turned to the others.
"You?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"This?"
No one else heard it. Only he did—and his Golden Dragon King bloodline was reacting to it?
Tang Shenwang woke from his thoughts and said slowly, "It's likely because of the phoenix. It's said that the phoenix once contended with the dragon race, but its kind was wiped out by the Dragon God. That may be triggering the Golden Dragon King's bloodline reaction. The phoenix must have initiated this."
Even Tang Shenwang wasn't entirely sure of it. Those events were far too ancient.
Let alone himself as a second-generation god—even some of the first-generation gods didn't know much about the history between the dragon race and the phoenix clan.
Not to mention, the details of both races were never recorded in the Divine Realm.
He was merely making an intelligent guess based on his wisdom as a God King.
"Come with me. I found the phoenix!"
Tang Wulin grabbed Xie Xie and ran in the direction of the call within his spiritual sea.
"Eh? You found the phoenix?"
"Clang! Clang!"
"It's—coming—out!"
A piercing phoenix cry swept through the molten lava of the volcano.
It lingered and roared.
Finally, unable to withstand the Holy Spirit Cult's assault, the last surviving phoenix of the world revealed itself at last.
A dazzling streak of crimson-gold light erupted from the depths of the magma, dyeing the entire world red.
Its body resembled a river of molten rock, flowing endlessly with red and gold hues.
Emerald flames danced along its feathers, outlining its massive wings like a churning volcanic belt.
The fire was everlasting.
Rebirth through flame.
The Fire Phoenix!
"It's the Fire Phoenix! She's finally come out!"
They could finally leave this cursed place. If they fought any longer, the Federation would soon wipe them out.
"Mortals, you deserve death!"
The Fire Phoenix's voice was proud and filled with divine authority, yet tinged with helplessness when facing the people before her.
Since her birth, she had inherited all the memories of the phoenix clan.
As the only phoenix left in existence, her first goal was survival—and her second, to see the phoenix reborn in the world once more.
When she discovered that the phoenix's ancient enemies—the dragons—had already been destroyed by humans, she rejoiced.
But the accursed Dragon God had imposed the cosmic law of the million-year Soul Beast Tribulation, preventing her from ever ascending to godhood!
When did the phoenix become classified as a soul beast?
That was only because the Dragon God, for convenience, defined all non-human beings as soul beasts.
Non-humans could never become gods!
Even dead, that cursed Dragon God still pursued her!
Otherwise, how could she be cornered by mere mortals into such a desperate situation—
To the point of betraying her ancestors and seeking help from the dragon race?
There was no choice.
The dragons and phoenixes had fought endlessly. In understanding each other, few races in heaven and earth were so closely studied.
Through inherited memory, she remembered the method to call the dragon race.
Originally meant to enrage them, she now used it as a cry for help.
"Forgive me, ancestor!"
"Playing tricks!"
A bolt of lightning crashed down, smashing apart the flames and magma raised by the Fire Phoenix.
Amidst flying debris, countless bolts of lightning howled like artillery shells, descending upon the Fire Phoenix.
But they were blocked once again by her surging magma.
This was why she had lingered here for so long—
This was her Fire Phoenix's domain!
"Perish!"
The Soul-Devouring Thunderwolf lunged, extending massive lightning claws toward her.
"Mortals! Die!"
The Fire Phoenix hurriedly dodged, but the Thunderwolf had locked onto her. Escape was impossible.
"You forced this, mortal!"
The Fire Phoenix spread her wings before herself, taking the strike head-on.
Endless flames spiraled around her, spinning into a fiery vortex.
"Hel—p—me—!"
Tang Wulin arrived first, only to find hundreds of eyes staring straight at him.
He froze awkwardly.
"Sorry, wrong place!"
He had no idea what madness had taken over him. The moment he heard that call, his blood boiled, fury rising uncontrollably, nearly driving him insane.
Without thinking, he ran straight here.
"What's wrong with me?!"
"Boss, intruders!"
"Kill them!"
The men in black, thinking the newcomers were Federation troops, were startled—then realized it was just a group of kids.
"Dragon Clan's Judgment Blade! Death!"
Not only was Tang Wulin drawn by the call, the Dragon Clan artifact—the Dragon-Slaying Blade—was also summoned.
However, unlike Tang Wulin's enraged state, Sima Jinchi remained calm.
The Dragon Clan Judgment Blade was a weapon of internal trial—used to execute dragons, not allies.
The phoenix's provocation had little effect on him.
Still, the moment he sensed the call, he came immediately.
With one slash—
A blinding golden light cut through the skies.
It shattered the vile aura in the air, the Dragon-Slaying Blade's power severing the Thunderwolf's claw cleanly.
"You!"
The Soul-Devouring Thunderwolf was forced out of its true form, glaring bitterly at Sima Jinchi.
"You from the Federation?"
"How about a deal? Take these men as your prize and let me take her away!"
The Holy Spirit Cult elder pointed to the hundreds of cultists beneath him, offering them as bargaining chips for his escape with the phoenix.
Sima Jinchi snorted coldly.
"The phoenix stays. None of you are leaving alive."
The elder laughed. "Arrogant boy!"
He could tell Sima Jinchi's youth at a glance. Even if this young man was a genius and an Ultimate Douluo, how powerful could he really be?
He was an evil soul master who had devoured countless human souls—a hundred and fifty years of cultivation to reach Rank 96, Super Douluo!
"My century of cultivation—how could you surpass me in just twenty years? Impossible!"
Not everyone was Yun Ming.
Sima Jinchi said nothing. The Dragon-Slaying Blade appeared in his hand.
He said softly to the phoenix beside him, "Step back. Leave this to me."
"Caw."
The Fire Phoenix obediently flapped her wings and shrank into a smaller form, hovering behind Sima Jinchi.
Nine mighty soul rings slowly appeared—
Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Black.
Eight black rings in total!
The ninth and final ring radiated blinding golden light!
He no longer hid his aura—Level 95, Super Douluo!
"What?"
The Holy Spirit Cult elder's eyes widened in shock.
"Dragon Clan Judgment Blade!"
"Dragon-Slaying Strike!"
(END CHAPTER)
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