Chapter 231 The Holy Dragon's Breath, Yu Xiaogang's Tragic Death!
He had completely forgotten how heartlessly he had abandoned Luo Sanpao in the first place.
So much so that in Yu Xiaogang's extremely double-standard and selfish mindset, since this dragon evolved from his martial soul, this divine beast with supreme power should rightfully and for all eternity belong to him, Yu Xiaogang, as his private property!
"Hahaha, my theory is correct!"
"My martial spirit, Yu Xiaogang's, has never been anything useless!"
Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang threw his head back and burst into wild laughter. Then, he abruptly turned around and, in a condescending tone, addressed the Holy Son of the Heavenly Beast Sect on the deck of the treasure ship:
"You junior from the upper realm, now open your eyes wide and see clearly!"
"This golden holy dragon is my, Yu Xiaogang's, companion martial soul!"
"It is through decades of painstaking effort and my unparalleled martial spirit theory that I have cultivated it to this point today!"
"What qualifications or virtue do you, a mere junior from a Beast Taming Sect, have to dare to seize my peerless sacred dragon?!"
Upon hearing this, the millions of cultivators surrounding the Sunset Burial Pit all looked at Yu Xiaogang with the same eyes one would use to look at a dead man, or an absolute idiot.
I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen shamelessness taken to such an extreme!
You were the one who called someone a pig just now, and now that they've revealed their true form, you shamelessly claim that you nurtured them?
On the other hand, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Beast Sect had a face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
But Yu Xiaogang remained completely oblivious, immersed in his own beautiful dream, as if he had become the master of this golden holy dragon.
He turned around, facing the imposing golden dragon in mid-air, and said with a loving expression:
"Sanpao, good boy, you've finally awakened!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang stretched out his blood-stained hands, even squeezing out two tears, his voice so soft it sent chills down one's spine:
"I knew it! The purest blood of the Holy Dragon flows in your veins!"
"I deliberately abandoned you before, it was all a test for you!"
"Now that you have completed your trials and finally transformed into a true dragon, I, your master, am extremely pleased!"
At this point, Yu Xiaogang glanced disdainfully at the Holy Son of the Heavenly Beast Sect again and sneered:
"Sanpao, this kind of nouveau riche sect that only knows how to build itself up with rare and precious materials doesn't understand what a real cultivation system is at all. They don't deserve to have you!"
"Staying by his side will only bury your extraordinary talent!"
"Come! Return to your master's side!"
As Yu Xiaogang spoke, he opened his arms wide:
"As long as we rebuild our bond, and combine it with my flawless 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul'."
"Master, I will definitely be able to cultivate you into an existence that surpasses even the Immortal King in this high-dimensional world!"
"When the time comes, we, master and servant, will join forces and sweep across all the heavens and myriad realms, making all races grovel at our feet!"
"Come here quickly, Sanpao!"
"Your master's embrace is always open to you!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's self-indulgent and nauseatingly sentimental call, everyone turned to look at the golden holy dragon in mid-air.
On the other hand, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Beast Sect on the deck of the treasure ship was so angry that he laughed, put his hands behind his back, and quietly watched the scene below.
In mid-air, Luo Sanpao, who had transformed into a golden holy dragon, finally lowered his mountain-like head.
A pair of pure gold vertical pupils were fixed on the bald man below with his arms outstretched and a disgusting expression.
At this moment, Luo Sanpao's eyes no longer held the joy of a long-awaited reunion, nor did they possess the servility he once had as a martial spirit.
"roar..."
Soon, a deep dragon roar resounded.
Immediately afterwards, under Yu Xiaogang's expectant gaze, the Golden Holy Dragon Luo Sanpao slowly opened its abyssal maw filled with fangs.
A terrifying golden light condensed wildly in its mouth.
The next second.
boom!
A golden dragon breath, powerful enough to kill a Venerable Realm expert, was also spewed out from it!
The dragon's breath was so fast that Yu Xiaogang's smile didn't even have time to fade before it was completely enveloped.
"three..."
Before he could even utter the word "cannon," a dazzling golden beam of light descended from the sky.
There were no screams, and no room for struggle.
Under the breath of the pure-blooded golden holy dragon, Yu Xiaogang's proud, withered body, which had just been tempered with dead pig's blood, instantly vaporized into nothingness!
Not even a speck of ashes remained; it was completely erased from this world.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the small mound surrounding the Sunset Burial Pit was empty, as if that person had never existed.
After doing all this, the golden dragon in mid-air snorted and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Then, its enormous body rapidly shrank in a burst of golden light, transforming back into its round, chubby form.
"Huff huff huff..."
Luo Sanpao shook his ears, wobbled back to the treasure ship's deck, and obediently rubbed against the Heavenly Beast Sect's Holy Son's armor before continuing to gnaw on the immortal herbs he hadn't finished eating.
Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Beast Sect smiled slightly and reached out to pat its head.
"Those who overestimate themselves are better off dead."
After speaking, the Holy Son withdrew his gaze and did not look down again.
Such a trivial incident was not worth leaving any ripple in his heart.
"Boom!"
Just then, the Sunset Abyss ahead suddenly trembled violently.
Immediately afterwards, endless rays of light shot into the sky, and the chaotic mist at the bottom of the abyss was forcibly torn apart by an ancient force.
In the light, a colossal bronze gate, exuding an aura of antiquity, slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.
The ruins have been opened!
"Charge! Your destiny is within reach!"
Accompanied by bursts of excited roars, millions of cultivators surged madly towards the bottom of the abyss, like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.
Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Beast Sect also composed himself, waved his hand, and steered the massive treasure ship, taking Luo Sanpao with him into that unknown land of opportunity.
...
Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent.
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong leaned quietly against the couch, holding a glass of deep red wine in her hand.
Watching the scene in the sky where Yu Xiaogang was blasted into ashes by a dragon's breath, her face remained completely expressionless.
"Good riddance."
After a long pause, Bibi Dong finally finished her glass of red wine in one gulp and said:
"How dare such a selfish, hypocritical piece of trash brat brazenly try to recruit a real dragon?"
"To die at the hands of the very spirit that one has abandoned is a worthy death."
After saying that, she casually threw the wine glass on the ground, where it shattered into pieces.
Bibi Dong felt utterly disgusted by the man who had occupied her entire youth.
She even began to doubt her own judgment back then, wondering how she could have been so blind as to like such a clown.
"Yu Xiaogang, may you rot completely in that world."
"From now on, my heart will only be devoted to the great cause of the Spirit Hall and Xue'er."
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, behind Shrek Academy.
Tang San stood beside the charred rock, watching the dragon's breath dissipate in the sky, his eyes shifting unpredictably.
"Dead?" Tang San snorted coldly.
"He could heartlessly abandon the martial spirit that had been with him for decades, yet he shamelessly tried to curry favor with others when they became successful."
"This short-sighted, shameless piece of trash is not worthy of being my teacher, Tang San!"
(End of chapter)