Chapter 140: Almost Made a Dragon Doubt Itself—Is That Even Possible?
He… didn't flinch?
That roar that had always silenced weaker dragons, the ancient dominance of his golden bloodline—failed?
How?
Wasn't the Golden Dragon King's blood second only to the Dragon God itself?
Among soul beasts with draconic lineage, his presence should have been overwhelming, absolute.
Yet the Poison Miasma Jiao Dragon hadn't even blinked.
Could it be… he's not a dragon?
But Tang Wulin had no time to ponder.
A massive shadow surged forward—the Jiao Dragon, eyes burning crimson, lunging straight for him.
Sweat beaded down his spine. His whole body froze as if plunged into an icy pit.
"ROAR!!"
The Golden Night Dragon inside him, no matter how rebellious it acted at times, was still a dragon.
A proud dragon.
And a mutt dared challenge its sovereign?
"ROAR!!"
A thunderous roar erupted, ancient and divine, shaking heaven and earth.
Instantly, the Poison Jiao froze mid-swipe, claws suspended awkwardly in the air.
For a moment—it looked almost frightened enough to see its ancestors.
But then fury overtook hesitation.
No. Again? Was it being deceived once more?
That was just a human! Not a beast!
It was a ten-thousand-year soul beast—no way it would cower before some mere human's soul spirit!
For tens of thousands of years it had dominated the marshes; it wasn't about to bow to fear now!
"ROAR!!"
"ROAR!!"
"NO!!"
Tang Wulin could only stare helplessly as his Golden Night Dragon, tiny in comparison, launched itself headfirst at the Poison Jiao.
He'd nearly forgotten—soul spirits couldn't actually die.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Three consecutive clashes tore through the swamp.
On the first impact—claw met claw.
Before everyone's disbelieving eyes, the ten-meter Miasma Jiao was hurled backward through the air.
What?!
Tang Wulin blinked, dumbfounded.
Was that really his Golden Night Dragon?
Had it been possessed by some ferocious beast instead?
Please give me my soul spirit back!
The entire class fell silent, stunned.
Even the Poison Jiao lay there, staring blankly.
For a brief, tragic instant—it actually questioned its own existence as a dragon.
The Golden Night Dragon didn't stop there—it followed with another two strikes.
Against the Miasma Jiao's colossal body, its small frame looked like an angry hatchling.
But each blow carried impossible force:
One claw—sent it flying.
Second claw—tore through its hide.
Third claw—ended it.
Three simple swipes.
The Poison Miasma Jiao let out one final, strangled cry before collapsing lifelessly, neck twisted as it crashed into the swamp.
Everyone: …
Qian Gu Zhangting and Le Zhengyu stared at Tang Wulin like they'd seen a ghost.
The rest of the class was equally speechless.
Tang Wulin waved his hands quickly. "No, no, wait! That wasn't me! I didn't do that!"
Xie Xie was the first to recover, running up and slapping him on the shoulder, shouting, "Holy crap, Tang Wulin, you're insane!"
"You soloed a ten-thousand-year soul beast!"
"You're a monster! Absolute beast!"
He was still full of questions, but when your brother pulled off a miracle, you didn't question it—you hyped him up.
Tang Wulin sighed helplessly. "No, really, it wasn't me—"
But Xie Xie only grinned wider and looped an arm around his neck. "C'mon, bro, don't be modest! Everyone saw it! Without you, that thing would've wiped us out. Right, Zhangting?"
Qian Gu Zhangting said nothing at first, still dazed. But his gaze soon sharpened as he studied Tang Wulin—as though examining a priceless artifact.
He had slain a beast even Zhangting couldn't defeat.
Arrogant though he was, Zhangting wasn't blind.
His grandfather had drilled it into him from youth—there was always someone stronger, always a sky higher than the one you saw.
"All you need to do is visit Yun Ming if you doubt it," his grandfather often said.
No matter how mighty his own family, even twin brothers like Qian Gu Dongfeng and Qian Gu Qingfeng—both Ultimates—had been overshadowed by Yun Ming's invincible brilliance.
Zhangting knew his place.
He was talented, yes, but not more so than his grandfather.
So he hid some of his strength, claiming to be a mere four-ring Soul Ancestor when he'd already advanced beyond it, always training in quiet humility.
Until now, not once since joining Douluo University had he met anyone who could truly rival him.
Jiang Chen? A half-human hybrid born of experiment—powerful but predictable.
The Snow Empress? A hybrid soul beast perhaps, but not invincible.
Gu Yue? Cold Yaozhu's disciple, yes—but even her master couldn't compare to his grandfather.
He had thought himself untouchable.
Yet here it was—someone who proved otherwise.
For the first time, Qian Gu Zhangting's blood burned with excitement.
A rival worth acknowledging!
His eyes glowed as he stared at Tang Wulin. This was fate. His destined opponent!
Tang Wulin, meanwhile, barely noticed him.
Xie Xie dragged him closer, whispering under his breath. "I don't know what trick you pulled, but listen—everyone saw your soul spirit do it. So, yeah, that counts as your victory."
"Even your senior sister's looking at you differently now."
Senior Sister?
Tang Wulin turned automatically. Ouyang Zixin's eyes met his, soft, wide, and shimmering with something he couldn't name.
In that moment, all denial dissolved. His back straightened instinctively, and all excuses died on his tongue.
Right—his Golden Night Dragon was his soul spirit.
If it killed a ten-thousand-year beast, then he had killed it.
"Y-yeah," he said at last, forcing a grin. "That's right—it was me!"
He strode over to his Golden Night Dragon and scooped the small creature into his arms.
"Little Gold, you're amazing!"
He hadn't imagined the tiny dragon was capable of such ferocity.
A seven-hundred-year-old soul spirit, annihilating a ten-thousand-year dragon-blooded beast—unthinkable.
And yet, it had happened.
The Golden Night Dragon stirred briefly, then went still, breathing softly. Exhausted but triumphant.
"All shall kneel before the king… worthless worms!" it muttered faintly before falling asleep.
"You're incredible," Tang Wulin whispered with a grin, "I'll buy you an extra meal for that."
From afar, Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, turning toward Gu Yue. "That aura… that was the Golden Dragon King, wasn't it?"
Gu Yue's gaze hardened.
The Golden Dragon King—alive, aware.
Split from the body of the Dragon God, he was technically her… sibling.
But beasts didn't care for such concepts.
Among dragons, devouring your kin was the only way forward.
Her lips pressed into a thin smile.
"Well," she murmured, eyes on Tang Wulin, "this just got interesting."
(END CHAPTER)
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