thefictionvixens Chapter 77 Golden Dragon Physique Soul Douluo!
Chapter 77 Golden Dragon Physique Soul Douluo!
Chapter 77 Golden Dragon Physique Soul Douluo!
Kong Tianxu subconsciously stretched his body, and a series of crisp, popping sounds, like popping beans, came from his joints. He felt his blood and energy surging, as if boundless power was contained within his limbs and bones.
The silver dragon phantom reappeared behind him, and a bright gold hue appeared between the halos that originally represented the ten attributes of water, fire, earth, wind, wood, thunder, ice, light, darkness, and destruction.
His soul power had already broken through to level fifty-one, but compared to that, he was more concerned about improving his physical body.
Under his mental visualization, he clearly sensed that his meridians were wider and stronger, and the strength of his flesh and bones had more than doubled. In particular, his pure strength had increased several times over.
"How does it feel?"
Kong Deming inquired with concern. Even though he was a man of great experience, this was the first time he had witnessed such a strange sight, and his tone carried not only concern but also a hint of inquiry.
"I am now—"
Kong Tianxu carefully sensed every change in his body, and after a moment's thought, he said:
"It seems like he has the physical strength of a Contra player."
"What?!" Kong Tangyu exclaimed in shock, exchanging a glance with Kong Deming, both of them revealing undisguised astonishment.
Reaching the Soul Saint level and the Soul Douluo level in terms of physical strength are two completely different concepts. It is a huge watershed. The time required for a Soul Douluo-level body to improve further is several times that of the Soul Saint level.
Once the soul power becomes too large, the requirements for its carrier, the soul master's body, will also become higher and higher. Therefore, what troubles eight-ring powerhouses in improving will not only be their soul power, but also their bodies.
This is why many Soul Douluo-level powerhouses even suppress the speed at which their soul power increases, constantly using various methods to temper themselves, and only dare to seek a breakthrough in soul power after their physical strength has reached a higher level.
Kong Tianxu has only just broken through to the fifth ring and already possesses the physical strength of a Soul Douluo. How could this not shock the two elders? The evolution of his body has undoubtedly laid a solid foundation for Kong Tianxu's future advancement.
At this rate, he won't need to worry about this until he reaches the Super Douluo level, and his cultivation path will be smooth sailing.
"The Golden Dragon bloodline is indeed extraordinary."
Kong Tangyu shook his head with a wry smile. Back then, a weapon-type spirit master like him had wasted so much time just to temper his physical body and keep up with his spirit power cultivation. In order to achieve the best ratio of spirit rings, he had consumed countless highly nourishing foods.
The medicinal properties within his body are now mixed and deeply entrenched, making it difficult to reverse the damage, and his cultivation has not progressed for many years.
"Eight-ring Contra Master—" Cain sighed softly, a hint of helplessness on her pretty face. The gap between herself and her master seemed to be widening.
She returned from the academy while Kong Tianxu was absorbing his spirit ring. The reporting for the Sun Moon Royal Spirit Master Academy had started yesterday, but Kong Tianxu was too lazy to handle these trivial matters, so he simply let her do them for him.
In the past six months, she, who was already quite tall, has grown into an even more graceful young woman, and her once slightly pale complexion seems to have become much rosier thanks to a year of delicious food.
Its chin had become a little rounder, making it feel softer and more comfortable to hold. However, the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King's speed increased rather than decreased as its cultivation level improved.
In the midst of their laughter, she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in surprise:
"Ah! I almost forgot, the Red Dust Hall Master said that this afternoon is the first training session of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament! Tianxu, we need to hurry, we're going to be late!"
The young maid hurriedly called for the coachman to prepare the horses while deftly preparing school uniforms for Kong Tianxu. Watching the boys and girls playfully board the carriage and drive away, the two centenarians exchanged a smile, their eyes full of kindness.
"Oh dear! I forgot to mention what the effect of Wen Tianxu's fifth soul skill is."
Only after the carriage disappeared from sight did Kong Tangyu suddenly slap his thigh.
Kong Deming's smile froze, and he forcefully moved the hand off his thigh.
"You idiot. How could you forget something so important?"
"Big brother! Haven't you forgotten too?"
"I was just testing you. Want to try it out?"
Kong Tangyu:
"
Inside the carriage, Kong Tianxu continued his cultivation, nestled in Cain's arms. Perhaps due to the glaring sunlight, the carriage ride was slightly bumpy today.
He opened his eyes.
A pair of deep purple eyes stared at the old man who kept kowtowing at the bottom of the steps. The owner of the eyes had thick silver hair, but he did not say a word.
He sat on a massive throne, surrounded by a magnificent palace built of solid granite. Strangely, despite the bright sunshine, the palace doors and windows were tightly shut, with only the enormous chandeliers casting a pale, eerie light.
This is the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult, located on the outskirts of the Demon Forest, beneath the Ink Forest Sea, the area with the largest number of soul beasts in the Sun and Moon Empire.
Only after the old man had smashed the ground, made of a mixture of rare metals, into a crack, did Zhongli Wu coldly speak:
"Speak, Original Sin. What do you want now?"
The old man stopped what he was doing and looked up to find his forehead covered in blood. Even with his Super Douluo physique, without the enhancement of his soul power, he was still injured.
This shows how hard he hit the ground and how hard it was.
"Master."
He hurriedly opened the box in his hand and found a handsome human face lying quietly inside, with only a little blood seeping from between his eyebrows.
He held the dough high in the air:
"Based on the life essence peeled off the newborn child, I have found the demon that killed him."
His name is Kong Tianxu, and he is a student at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.
"Kong Tianxu?" Zhongliwu's eyes gleamed.
"Isn't that Kong Deming's grandson? You're not thinking of doing anything to him, are you?"
He laughed in anger. The Grand Elder in front of him, a level 95 Original Sin Douluo, had already mobilized a great deal of the sect's power for the death of his grandson, and now he actually wanted to be an enemy of Kong Deming.
Even if his grandson's talent is quite remarkable, if it weren't for the extremely demanding conditions for cultivating martial spirits, his achievements would certainly not be inferior to his disciple Yan Feng's, and he would very likely be a contender for the position of Holy Son of the sect. But it's absolutely not worth breaking ties with Kong Deming over this, and ruining the current excellent situation of cooperation with the Sun Moon Empire.
"Master, you are wise! After confirming the other party's identity, there is now more information to trace the origin of this natal mask. You will understand once you take a look."
As he spoke, the Original Sin Douluo tremblingly handed over the face mask, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.
Zhongli Wu took it with a hint of disdain, his brows furrowed, but he still put it on his face.
A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, shock and horror filled his pupils. Nine soul rings—four purple, three black, and two red—rose up behind him, and the enormous palace seemed to tremble slightly because of his emotional fluctuations.
The next second, the mask fell to the ground.
"Original Sin, what do you want to do?" In just an instant, the Holy Spirit leader, who was actually over 180 years old but looked only middle-aged, regained his composure, but there was a hint of undetectable solemnity in his voice.
"Master, this boy has a formidable backing, and he is far from being of any use to our sect. He is a major threat. I have already made some arrangements. Before he fully matures, we can—"
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