Yet before anyone could recover from the shock of this unbelievable Martial Soul evolution, another anomaly erupted!
The colossal Green Phosphorus Flood Dragon phantom hanging in midair twisted violently once more—its massive form swelling, expanding, as though breaking free of invisible shackles!
"ROAR—!!!"
A dragon's roar thundered forth, deeper, more ancient, and far more majestic than before.
This time, it was no longer mere pressure.
It was absolute dominion—the supremacy of a life-form standing at the pinnacle of existence!
"Crack… crack…"
Beneath the Flood Dragon's belly, its four sharp claws tore through flesh again—evolving into five-clawed talons!
Each claw tip shimmered with a chilling, spatial-rending cold light.
Its rugged horns split and branched, growing intricate and elegant, resembling those of an ancient divine deer.
The contours of its ferocious head elongated, while two flowing dragon whiskers unfurled from the corners of its jaws.
The bluish-black scales covering its body shed all traces of impurity, transforming into the deepest, purest azure. Every single scale seemed etched with primordial dao patterns from the dawn of creation itself.
Its form was perfect—
A body like a serpent.
A head like a qilin.
Horns like a deer.
Eyes like a shrimp.
Ears like an ox.
A neck like a snake.
A belly like a mirage.
Scales like a carp.
Claws like an eagle.
Palms like a tiger.
This was no Flood Dragon anymore.
This was a Dragon.
A true Azure Dragon, spoken of only in the deepest myths and most ancient legends!
"Om—!"
The instant the Azure Dragon Martial Soul fully manifested, an indescribable, terrifying pressure surged outward like a celestial tsunami, sweeping through the entire Feng Ran Pavilion!
"Thud!"
Saint Dragon Douluo Tuoba Xi didn't even manage a cry. His legs buckled, and he fell to his knees on the spot!
His Sacred Giant Dragon Martial Soul trembled violently, like a quail before a predator—utterly incapable of producing even a hint of resistance.
This was not suppression by strength.
It was absolute submission from the root of bloodline.
And it wasn't just him.
Qian Daoliu and Posey's expressions changed simultaneously, horror flashing across their faces.
Though their Angel and Sea God Martial Souls weren't reduced to such a pitiful state, frantic warnings screamed within them—fear akin to encountering a natural-born nemesis.
Not far away, the body jointly occupied by the Angel God and the Rakshasa God shook violently. In those eyes where divinity and malevolence intertwined, there remained only boundless terror.
"This… this Martial Soul!!"
Its aura had already surpassed the divine realm they could comprehend!
At the very same moment—
Far away, within the Star Dou Great Forest, at the core of the Lake of Life.
In an isolated underground space untouched by time.
A colossal purple dragon's eye—closed for tens of thousands of years—suddenly opened.
The stars of the cosmos reflected within it, as though it contained the birth and death of the entire world.
A majestic yet bewildered thought echoed through the void.
"This aura…"
"An illusion? No…"
"Ditian! Come to me—now!"
…
Back inside Feng Ran Pavilion.
The drastic transformation of the Martial Soul brought earth-shattering changes to Dugu Bo himself!
His disheveled hair—once withered green from poison—turned jet black from the roots, inch by inch, visibly transforming into smooth, lustrous strands.
The wrinkles on his face, once like the cracked bark of an ancient tree, rapidly smoothed away.
His skin regained vitality and firmness, and within seconds, his previously shriveled appearance sharpened into striking, almost wicked handsomeness.
Combined with the aura of a Titled Douluo, he now appeared more heroic and extraordinary than many of the so-called "young" powerhouses present!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His spirit power surged like a dam bursting apart!
Level 92!
Level 93!
Level 94!
The terrifying feedback from the leapfrog evolution of his Martial Soul caused his cultivation to skyrocket three levels in an instant—reaching the peak of Level 94 Titled Douluo!
Dugu Bo stood dazed, feeling the unprecedented vastness of power flowing through him—and the indescribable comfort of the virulent poison that had tormented him his entire life vanishing without a trace.
He was completely stunned.
So were the surrounding diners.
In the dead silence, behind the counter, the man who had created this miracle calmly observed the majestic Azure Dragon phantom.
He nodded, satisfied.
Lin Feng's voice rang out, serene yet crushing, exploding directly within everyone's souls.
"Azure Dragon Martial Soul."
"Its level far exceeds the divine tier."
Far exceeds the divine tier.
Those four words struck like four heavenly axes, cleaving through every mind present.
Breaths stopped. Thoughts went blank.
Yet Lin Feng was not finished.
"As for its initial form, it is known as a Flood Dragon—a divine-tier Martial Soul."
"From this day onward, descendants of the Dugu Clan will awaken only the Flood Dragon Martial Soul."
"When they reach the Titled Douluo realm, their bloodline will undergo a second awakening, and their Martial Soul will evolve into… the Azure Dragon."
His gaze settled on the petrified Dugu Bo, and a faintly playful smile appeared.
"I used this method to 'detoxify' you."
"Are you satisfied?"
Satisfied?
This was beyond satisfaction!
This was nothing short of rewriting destiny itself!
Lin Feng's understated words were like a violent hurricane, stirring monstrous waves in the hearts of everyone present.
Every Titled Douluo felt their faces burn, as though they'd been slapped repeatedly.
What had they been doing earlier?
Pitying Dugu Bo.
Mocking him for offering something worthless.
Even secretly despising him, suspecting he would regret his choice.
And the result?
What did Dugu Bo exchange for an herb garden he couldn't even fully identify?
A Martial Soul surpassing the divine!
Three full levels of spirit power, rocketing him to Level 94!
A complete overhaul of his clan's bloodline—benefiting generations to come!
At that moment, regret flooded the hall like poison.
"Damn it!"
Devil Bear Douluo slapped his thigh, staring at the imperial green thumb ring in his hand—once treasured beyond measure, now suddenly dull and meaningless.
"I was an idiot!"
"I actually hesitated—hesitated between an Immortal Herb garden and pleasing the senior!"
"What kind of existence is the senior?! Would he ever care about a mere herb garden?!"
"What he values is attitude!"
"If the senior is pleased, wouldn't even a casual reward surpass hundreds of Immortal Herb gardens combined?!"
His anguished roar echoed the thoughts of everyone present.
One person's offering.
Ten thousand generations blessed.
This was true divine grace!
At last, Dugu Bo emerged from his half-minute of petrification.
He felt the boundless, comfortable power surging within him.
He felt the poison—his lifelong nightmare—vanish as if it had never existed.
This once-arrogant, reclusive Titled Douluo could no longer suppress the emotions flooding his heart.
"Thud!"
He prostrated himself once more before Lin Feng, kowtowing deeply.
This time, not for survival—
But from boundless gratitude, reverence, and fervor born deep within his soul.
"Satisfied! This junior is beyond satisfied!"
Tears streamed down his face as his voice trembled violently.
"I will never forget the grace of recreation bestowed by the senior!"
"From this day on, my life belongs to the senior! Should the senior have any need, I will cross mountains of blades and seas of fire without hesitation!"
Lin Feng merely nodded, expression indifferent.
"In that case…"