Chapter 139: Die, You Wicked Beast!
The ground around them was scorched and lifeless, littered with withered soil. Not a single soul beast was in sight.
Could it be that the Federation had already cleared this place—or had the Poison Miasma Jiao Dragon devoured them all?
Walking through a swamp of floating bones, tension grew across the group's faces.
"You all stay here. I'll scout ahead."
Aimlessly wandering while their enemy lurked unseen was suicide. If ambushed, the entire team would be slaughtered.
Qian Gu Zhangting intended to draw the Miasma Jiao Dragon out himself. Once its position was exposed, the group would strike together.
In the next instant, his two-word battle armor appeared, golden light enveloping him while the Panlong Staff materialized in his grip.
"Battle!"
With a roar, he shot forward like lightning.
"I'm coming with you!"
Despite his rivalry with Zhangting, Le Zhengyu couldn't stand aside when teamwork mattered. Whatever his personal views, this mission came first.
"First soul skill—Holy Light's Radiance!"
As divine light flared from his Holy Angel martial soul, even the corrupted mists of the swamp seemed to disperse.
"Behind you!"
Jiang Chen shouted just as a dark shadow surged from the fog behind Le Zhengyu.
Reacting instantly, Le Zhengyu's second ring lit up.
"Second soul skill—Divine Judgment!"
A blinding sword of light, ten meters long, appeared in his hands and swung backward in one swift motion, striking something massive.
A chill ran down his spine—the warning had come just in time.
Before him rose a massive beast, its body covered in moss-like scales of decaying green, a single horn protruding from its skull.
"ROAR!"
Purple venom dripped from crimson fangs, and two amber eyes gleamed with sickly, bubbling light—like a swamp come to life.
Le Zhengyu almost collapsed. Just another second, and he'd have been eaten alive.
He exhaled shakily, spotting the creature—a serpentine monster spanning nearly ten meters long.
A ten-thousand-year soul beast.
The Poison Miasma Jiao Dragon.
"ROAR!"
Against ordinary soul masters, such a beast would be unstoppable. But its misfortune lay in facing Le Zhengyu, whose divine aura countered every trace of corruption in its body.
The holy energy of his martial soul burned like acid to the creature's flesh. Every strike delivered agony beyond wounds.
With a rage-filled roar, the Miasma Dragon spread its wings and lunged, claws slashing toward its radiant foe.
Countless weaker humans were around, easy prey—but that sacred light enraged it. It wanted to tear this golden angel apart.
"Beast!"
Le Zhengyu didn't retreat. Instead, he shouted furiously.
"Fourth soul skill—Angel's Descent!"
Golden light erupted from his body, flooding the murky swamp like dawn breaking across night.
White wings unfurled behind him, and an ethereal angelic figure appeared in his wake—his Legendary Soul Spirit.
A tiny, adorable angel shimmered at his back, floating above the battlefield.
"Second soul skill—Holy Sword!"
"Third soul skill—Divine Judgment!"
The two synchronized perfectly—one bright slash after another.
"Cut!"
Twin beams of divine energy collided, unleashing a single devastating strike. The dragon's body was hurled backward, crashing violently into the swamp.
Ordinary humans couldn't have scratched it—but holy energy was its bane.
"ROAR!"
The beast shrieked and thrashed.
"Stop gawking and help already!" Le Zhengyu yelled through clenched teeth.
Was he seriously the only one fighting? Ridiculous!
The others shook themselves from shock and joined in.
"Blue Silver Bind!"
Tang Wulin's vines coiled outward, ensnaring the dragon's torso.
It struggled, roaring furiously—but the sacred aura lingering from Le Zhengyu's blows made it hesitate.
"Attack!"
Xie Xie, Zhang Yangzi, Xu Xiaoyan, Wang Jinxi, and Huo Yun'er all unleashed their martial souls at once.
Yet the dragon's response was faster. With a roar, a massive claw swept through the air.
"First soul skill—Starwheel Chains!"
Xu Xiaoyan's starlight-linked chains glittered brightly—but they shattered instantly under the beast's raw power.
"ARRRGH!"
"Beast! Die!"
A thunderous battle cry shook the air—Qian Gu Zhangting joined the fight, his radiant armor blazing.
Jiang Chen, Gu Yue, and the Snow Empress stayed behind, calmly observing.
It wasn't their time yet.
If they interfered, what would be the point of the trial? Might as well skip it and claim free victory.
And even if their classmates failed, no one would truly die—not with Sima Jinchi, the embodiment of the Dragon-Slaying Blade, as instructor.
For any dragon-type beast, facing him meant instant annihilation.
Gu Yue's faint aura alone was enough to send trembling energy across the swamp.
"Keep watching?" Jiang Chen murmured.
"Mm," Gu Yue replied, indifferent.
Meanwhile, Qian Gu Zhangting, the shining prodigy of the Spirit Transmission Tower, advanced proudly, unwavering in front of the raging dragon.
"Earth-Shaking Heaven-Smashing!"
"ROAR—!"
Staff met claw.
For about three seconds.
Then Zhangting was smashed straight into the ground, sent flying like a ragdoll.
He had underestimated the Poison Miasma Jiao—the sheer might of true dragon blood.
Compared to the weakened Fire Lion he'd fought before, this beast was a different world entirely.
"Damn! I misjudged—!"
Feeling its mountainous power crush him, Zhangting's heart sank.
How did the Federation ever consider this a fair assessment?
They were being set up to fail!
Even with his two-word battle armor and master-level training, there was no way he alone could slay this soul beast.
"Guess… we'll have to retreat."
Tang Wulin clenched his fists. No one wanted to admit defeat, not with rewards this tempting.
"Martial Soul Fusion—Dark Hawk Dragon!"
A colossal black dragon burst from shadow and wings, shrieking across the sky.
The Poison Jiao hesitated, startled at first—recognizing familiar dragon energy.
But realization dawned immediately—it was human-made.
Impostors.
Fury ignited in its eyes.
It was the real dragon here!
These humans dared to mimic its kind?
"ROAR!"
"Courting death!"
With a single swipe, it crushed the fusion attack, scattering the dark projection like dust.
Tang Wulin refused to yield, his golden blood surging.
Crimson and gold light unfurled behind him as the Golden Dragon King's aura awakened. The Golden Night Dragon appeared beside him, roaring to the skies.
Golden dragon might swept through the swamp.
The Miasma Dragon froze mid-roar.
A pressure greater than its own—the presence of a superior being—fell upon it.
It trembled involuntarily, its knees almost buckling.
Its furious eyes shifted from Le Zhengyu to the one emanating this impossible power—Tang Wulin.
Good. Very good.
Another human dared deceive it.
You seek death!
(END CHAPTER)
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