Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Dragon King

Ling Zichen rolled her eyes at Tang Wulin before giving a cold harrumph, and only then did she make her way into the room.

Tang Wulin turned to Zang Xin with a resigned expression, while Zang Xin gave him a comforting look.

By the time Tang Wulin and Ling Zichen emerged from the Tang Sect headquarters, it was already dark outside. However, they had no intention of spending the night in Heaven Dou City. Instead, they were going to return to Shrek Academy overnight to begin the preparatory work.

Time was of the essence, so they couldn't afford any delays.

In the driver's seat, Liu Jingyun couldn't help but feel like something was off. Ling Zichen seemed to have become a lot colder, while Tang Wulin had a contemplative look in his eyes. Liu Jingyun didn't know what had happened, but the two of them seemed to have grown apart somehow.

Did they have a fight? In any case, Liu Jingyun didn't dare to ask.

The car gradually sped up as it entered the highway, and Liu Jingyun focused on his driving, paying no further heed to the situation behind him. He didn't want to think about Tang Wulin and Ling Zichen's relationship anyway.

All of a sudden, a chill ran down Liu Jingyun's spine. There was a constant temperature maintained within the car, but this chilling sensation seemed to have welled up in his body.

Could this have been caused by the emotional fluctuations of the two people behind him? That was his first thought, but he quickly dismissed it.

Just as he was about to raise the alarm, a scorching sensation suddenly erupted behind him. Immediately thereafter, the car shuddered violently, and a burst of power swept into the car from above, forcing the car to slow down, but not causing it to veer out of control.

The night was illuminated by golden light, and only then did Liu Jingyun discover that a large area ahead had already turned a grey color.

A figure was slowly making his way toward them from within that vast grey area, while Tang Wulin was hovering in the air above with golden scales all over his body, looking on at the man emerging from the grey world.

Even before Liu Jingyun had sensed that something was wrong, Tang Wulin had already arrived at the same realization, and he tore open the roof of the car with his golden dragon claws before rising up into the air, but he didn't attempt to flee. Liu Jingyun and Ling Zichen were still down below, so he couldn't just escape.

He had grown too complacent in the end as the opposition had disappeared for such a long time. In addition to that, there wasn't much distance between Shrek City and Heaven Dou City, and there were multiple Limit Douluos on both ends, so he didn't think that the opposition would choose to strike here.

"Infernal King Douluo Harosha!" Tang Wulin mused in a grim voice.

Indeed, the man who had emerged from the grey world was none other than Infernal King Douluo Harosha, a true quasigod.

With every step that he took, the surrounding greyness would become slightly clearer, and it was as if he were strolling out of the underworld. The Infernal King Sword in his hand was giving off faint grey light, and the translucent body of the sword looked as if it had been carved out of grey crystal.

Back when he had last faced Harosha, Tang Wulin had still only been a Soul Douluo, and he was completely powerless in the face of a quasigod. However, the situation was completely different on this occasion.

It was exactly because Tang Wulin had become significantly more powerful that he was able to truly fathom just how fearsome Harosha was.

This was the same feeling as when he had faced the abyssal plane for the very first time. Even though he was already a Hyper Douluo with powers comparable to ordinary Limit Douluos, he was still struck by a sense of complete insignificance and inferiority in Harosha's presence.

He knew that this was a man who was infinitely approaching a godly level.

Tang Wulin wasn't concerned about his own safety due to the connection he shared with the tree of life, so he wasn't panicked in the slightest.

In fact, he was rather excited to be facing Harosha. He had encountered a bottleneck in his recent cultivation, and nothing would benefit him more than facing a threat to his life at a time like this. Thus, Harosha had essentially come at the perfect time.

Harosha continued to stroll forward, and his footsteps appeared to be quite slow, but with every step that he took, the infernal hell around him was gradually spreading. Once his infernal hell fully evolved, he would be a god in this world.

Just as Tang Wulin was appraising him, he was also looking back at Tang Wulin.

He finally understood why the Spirit Pagoda had sent them over 10 urgent messages and was willing to expend a massive price to employ his services again; this Tang Sect Master and Sea God's Pavilion Master was simply developing far too quickly.

Harosha was a legend in the Soul Master world, and to reach this level, aptitude alone was far from enough; there were many other factors involved including learning ability, conscientiousness, and luck.

Not much time had passed since their last encounter, but Tang Wulin had already grown from a Soul Douluo to a Hyper Douluo.

Hovering in mid-air, Tang Wulin was like a scorching sun that was giving off powerful blood essence fluctuations, which were suppressing the infernal hell around him.

What was even more unsettling to him was that he couldn't see where Tang Wulin's limits were. The quasigod level was the upper limit of this world, but he could sense that Tang Wulin's potential lay beyond that, and that further fueled the killing intent in his heart.

With each message the Spirit Pagoda had sent, they had reiterated their wariness toward Tang Wulin. They had even proclaimed that unless he was nipped in the bud, a new Atlas Douluo would arise, and that would have a massive impact on both the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult.

Thus, even though the Holy Spirit Cult had a massive operation in progress, Harosha had still arrived in person to take care of this matter. After all, they definitely couldn't allow the emergence of another Atlas Douluo.

Finally, Harosha stopped around 100 meters away from Tang Wulin's soul car, then slowly raised his Infernal King Sword.

"Your luck seems to have run out today," Harosha said in an indifferent voice.

A faint smile appeared on Tang Wulin's face, and he was able to keep the biting chill at bay with his Golden Dragon King bloodline.

"I don't think that; I think I'm very lucky to have encountered you at a time like this."

Harosha looked at Tang Wulin's confident smile, and for some reason, a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

At his level, intuition and instinct were not to be ignored, so he immediately sprang into action as soon as this feeling appeared.

He raised both of his hands at once and tapped the middle finger of his right hand onto his Infernal King Sword, upon which the surrounding greyness surged outward like a massive lotus flower.