Chapter 552 - The Disappearance Of The Tyrant Dragon (1/2)

s.h.i.+t! I'm at my limit! Alarm bells ringing in his head, Tang Wulin could no longer sustain Golden Dragon Shocks the Heavens. His only choice was to press the emergency escape b.u.t.ton. But to Tang Wulin's horror, his body was kept frozen in place by a bizarre energy. The culprit none other than the Tyrant Dragon.

This energy connected with and provoked strange changes to his blood essence. Through this connection Tang Wulin was like a puppet, unable to move as according to will as he floated in the air. Every avenue of escaping the spirit ascension platform gone with the wind.

d.a.m.n it! What do I do? Tang Wulin could not even cry out for help. All he could do was watch in fear as the Tyrant Dragon's maw gaped, closing in on him by the second. s.h.i.+t! If you're going to kill me, at least swallow me whole! He was consumed by unadulterated terror. His palms went damp as his mind spun nightmarish threads, flas.h.i.+ng images of those razor-sharp teeth descending, ripping him apart into bright, b.l.o.o.d.y shreds.

Then those jaws were right upon him.

s.h.i.+t! I'm dead! Tang Wulin closed his eyes tight and held his breath, bracing himself for excruciating pain.

But pain did not come. Instead, something warm and wet brushed against his body, leaving him damp and sticky. Following that sensation, he slipped into free-fall. His eyes snapped open. Tang Wulin could move again. Heart pounding, he hurriedly channeled soul power through his body to mitigate the impact of landing.

As he fell, he stole a glance at the Tyrant Dragon and saw its tongue retreating back into its mouth. Confusion flickered across Tang Wulin's face, then settled into surprised understanding. It wasn't trying to eat me, but me? Tang Wulin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Either way, he was relieved to escape death.

The Tyrant Dragon lowered its head to catch him in his landing, which occured right at the spot of its golden scale. Tang Wulin touched it, and the instant he did, the Tyrant Dragon raised its head toward the sky. A deafening roar escaped from that impressive maw, shaking the forest far and wide. Somehow, Tang Wulin understood that this was a cry of joy.

The golden aura seeping out of Tang Wulin slowly extended. It creeped toward the Tyrant Dragon, enveloping the soul beast in its embrace, starting from the single golden scale down to the tail.

Tang Wulin's blood essence bubbled with excitement, the remaining fourteen seals quivering. A burst of energy came forth from the depths of his blood essence, its very origin. Sensing this change, the Tyrant Dragon lowered itself until it was p.r.o.ne on the ground.

Tang Wulin stood up and jumped down from the Tyrant Dragon's head. With his feet firmly planted on the ground once more, he turned to face the colossal dragon bathed in gold. To his shock, the Tyrant Dragon closed its eyes, its figure fading. In that moment, the two understood each other. The dragon's golden scale dispersed into a golden mist toward him.

As the golden mist fell upon him, Tang Wulin felt a powerful energy entering his body. It grew stronger with each pa.s.sing moment. He felt as if he were the sea in which all rivers terminated.

Tang Wulin had been too preoccupied to notice, but the moment he had landed on the Tyrant Dragon, Gu Yue broke into a mad dash toward him. She stopped a short distance away, a difficult expression on her face. “How could I have forgotten?” she muttered to herself. “Tyrant Dragons are the king of land dragons because they possess the blood of the Golden Dragon King! It's not pure, but it's still powerful.”

The golden mist lingered around Tang Wulin for a while before fusing with his body. He could once more see the world around him. And he gasped when the giant body of the Tyrant Dragon was nowhere to be found. The only evidence that it had not been a dream were the enormous tracks left in the ground.

After getting over his surprise, Tang Wulin realized something different about his body. It felt fuller than usual, but no matter how he tried to examine himself, he couldn't figure out what had changed. The remaining fourteen seals were intact, and neither his soul power nor blood essence showed any differences. Even when he summoned his bluesilver gra.s.s and soul rings, all seemed just as before. Just what was that golden mist that entered me? What did it do to me?