Legend of the dragon king

471-480

Chapter 471 - Annihilation

Tang Wulin hissed. His body shuddered without end, limbs tense and joints locked, teeth chattering. Chaos. His blood essence thrashed in chaos. A searing heat engulfed his mind, and if he were any less in pain, any more lucid, he would have wondered if it was actually set ablaze. The Phosphor Fire Soul Refinement was undoubtedly one of the world's most vile torture methods. He screamed, the pain sharp and unforgiving, all-encompassing. He screamed, begging for it to end.

At the sound of Tang Wulin's miserable cries, the ashen-robed man broke into a grin full of sharp teeth. The greater his victim's spiritual power, the greater their spirit's resentment after refinement. And the larger his revitalization.

Tang Wulin couldn't bear it. He lost consciousness as the green flame encroached on his spiritual world. But just as he was about to succumb to it, his forehead shone with a mysterious golden mark, the light bright enough to coax tears. In a flash, his spiritual world was rid of the flame.

When the man laid eyes on the golden mark, his eyes dyed the same gold, superego and ego snapping momentarily. Then he let out a miserable shriek, retracting his bone spikes from Tang Wulin and retreating as if he had just encountered a monster.

Tang Wulin's blood sprayed from his open wounds, but he didn't collapse. He stood there, motionlessly. His eyes still shut.

"You bastard! What was that? What the hell did you do to my fire?" the man howled.

The phosphor fire was the source of power for his martial soul. Every bit of it added to his strength. He had spent decades torturing and refining people's souls to increase the hungry flames, to coax them brighter and brighter. But to his shock, a tenth of it had just disappeared.

"I'll kill you!" The man soared into the air. The bone spikes on his finger transformed into large claws and he slashed down at Tang Wulin.

Suddenly, Tang Wulin's eyes shot open.

A wave of dizziness struck the man when he looked into Tang Wulin's eyes, his movements slowing to a crawl. Those eyes! What are they?

No longer their original obsidian, Tang Wulin's eyes had bled into a brilliant gold. A tinge of blue danced at the outer perimeter. Gone was youthful innocence, in its place an aura of omniscience.

His body jerked, tilting backward until it was almost parallel to the ground. And then it bounced back like a coiled spring. His limbs twitched, his muscles spasmed, the crackle of joints echoing throughout the carriage. He brought his right hand over the gaping holes in his chest. Waved it once. The wounds hissed and sewed themselves back together, the leaking of blood obstructed in the process. Then the golden mark appeared on his forehead again.

This time, the man recognized the mark for what it was and felt his soul power freeze. A golden three-pronged trident.

The person before him was not the brave young boy who had dashed head-first into danger for the ones he loved. No, this was someone different. Someone else entirely.

He raised his right hand, but didn't bring out his dragon claw. Instead, golden light converged within his palm, manifesting as three-meter-long double-headed spear.

Tang Wulin's figure flickered, reappearing right in front of the man's nose, his spear in a thrust.

The man howled. His prey had become the predator. His instincts screamed doom as the spear closed in. He urged his body to the side, desperate to avoid the impending stab. But no matter how much he yelled at his body, it refused to move.

The spear impaled him.

What? But he was just over there a second ago! The man groaned, disbelief in his eyes at the spear protruding from his chest. His soul power would not circulate despite his desperate attempts. Then a chilling cold seeped into his body, the spear greedily sapping his soul power and life force away. Out from his body and into Tang Wulin.