However, Yue Zhengyu seemed to have currently entered a peculiar state. Streaks of golden light were flashing incessantly around him, and the holy sword in his hand had become extremely heavy. At the same time, the 12-winged angel that had fused into his body reappeared behind him.

In the face of the giant bluish-golden dragon, Yue Zhengyu's eyes were shimmering with golden light, and his pupils seemed to have become transparent. It was as if he really were an angel that had descended into the mortal world.

The holy sword abruptly turned transparent, and a massive golden sword projection appeared. The sky abruptly took on an illusionary quality, and the entire underground drill ground seemed to be quaking slightly.

No matter how one looked at it, the illusionary golden sword projection wasn't of the same caliber as the giant bluish-golden dragon. However, in the instant that the two clashed, an extremely astonishing turn of events unfolded.

A peculiar tearing sound rang out, and the giant dragon faltered in mid-air. One had to realize that this was one of Tang Wulin's blood soul fusion skills! In the next instant, a golden line appeared all the way from the front of the giant dragon's head to the tip of its tail. The golden sword projection, which had been slightly weakened, then struck Tang Wulin's body.

However, in the instant before it struck him, it was rotated slightly so that the hilt of the sword struck his body rather than the blade.

"Boom!"

Tang Wulin was instantly sent flying before crashing into the ground in the distance.

"Pwah!"

As Tang Wulin was sent flying, Yue Zhengyu also threw up a mouthful of blood before plummeting from above. During his descent, all of his soul rings vanished, and he crashed straight down onto the ground.

He had only mastered the Holy Fusion Technique not long ago, so using it was still extremely difficult for him. Swiveling the sword around to strike Tang Wulin with the hilt instead of the blade was already outside the realm of his control, so he instantly suffered backlash for it.

The entire drill ground had fallen completely silent.

This fight had been a see-sawing affair from the very beginning. Yue Zhengyu had unleashed the first ferocious barrage of attacks, almost as if he had a vendetta against Tang Wulin, and each successive attack was more powerful than the previous one. He hadn't held back at all, unleashing his Holy Angel True Body from the get-go and reducing Tang Wulin to a sandbag.

However, Tang Wulin soon began to retaliate, and everyone realized that Yue Zhengyu's powerful attacks had had no effect on him. After that, Tang Wulin quickly unleashed a fearsome retaliation to completely dominate Yue Zhengyu.

Right at this moment, Yue Zhengyu revealed an ability that they had never even heard of before, fusing his three soul skills together before unleashing a devastating sword strike.

Just the hilt of the sword had sent Tang Wulin flying; what if he had used the blade instead? Would he have killed Tang Wulin on the spot or at least forced him to use his battle armor?

The final attack that Yue Zhengyu had unleashed was definitely already of the Titled Douluo level. There weren't that many inner court disciples present who had reached that level, but all of them had been at Shrek Academy for over 10 years and had seen many powerful beings during that time, so they were naturally able to comprehend just how powerful that attack was.

Just as their hearts were filled with astonishment, Tang Wulin had already dusted himself off and risen to his feet as if nothing had happened. The attack looked as if it had dealt him a devastating blow, but aside from the fact that he was a little disheveled, he didn't appear to have been injured at all.

Tang Wulin rushed over to Yue Zhengyu's side in a flash to help him up from the ground, and a beam of holy light also descended from above, falling upon Yue Zhengyu and returning a hint of color to his pale face.

"Am I powerful or what?" Yue Zhengyu chuckled.

Tang Wulin nodded in response. "Indeed you are. If you had used the blade of the sword, you probably would've been able to wound me."

Just the fact that his final attack had destroyed the Blue Emperor Dragon Shocks the Heavens was a testament to how powerful it was.

However, not only was Tang Wulin not disheartened by this in the slightest, he was filled with elation instead. How could he not be elated to see his friends becoming more powerful? The more powerful they became the lighter the burden on his shoulders would become!

"Hehe, are you scared?" A smug look appeared on Yue Zhengyu's face. It had been a very long time since he had been able to defeat Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin rolled his eyes at him. "You're not under the impression that you've won, are you?"

Yue Zhengyu puffed his chest out in response. "Haven't I?"

Tang Wulin couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Alright, we'll count that as a victory for you, then."

Yue Zhengyu's eyes immediately widened. "You're not going to refuse to admit defeat, are you?"

Tang Wulin looked at him, then turned toward all of the inner court disciples before standing up straight. "Elder Long, can I ask for your assistance?"

Light flashed from Long Yeyue's body, and in the next instant, she appeared directly before him.

Tang Wulin continued, "Zhengyu held back at the end there, so it's hard to say who won that sparring match based on that ambiguous ending. Would you be able to take an attack from me, then decide who the victor is?"

A hint of a smile appeared on Long Yeyue's face. "Are you saying you have an attack that's more powerful than the Holy Fusion Technique?"

Tang Wulin could naturally deduce that this so-called Holy Fusion Technique was the ability that Yue Zhengyu had just unleashed, and he nodded in response.

Long Yeyue said, "Alright, then attack me with everything you have."

A serious look appeared on Tang Wulin's face, and a layer of golden light also began to spread from beneath his feet.

A low dragon's roar revolved around his body, and his aura began to swell at an astonishing rate.

Tang Wulin was a competitive person, but he didn't need to go out of his way to prove to everyone that he was more powerful than Yue Zhengyu.

However, at the conclusion of the sparring match, he could clearly see that a hint of doubt had crept into the eyes of the spectating inner court disciples. He then recalled Elder Long's lecture about how he was no longer just a student of Shrek Academy and a disciple of the Tang Sect. Instead, he was now the Sea God's Pavilion Master and the Tang Sect Master.

In order to stamp his authority to cement his status, the first thing that he had to do was display enough power. Hence, he made this request to Elder Long to show everyone just how powerful he was and prove to everyone that he was worthy of his current status.

Tang Wulin held his Golden Dragon Spear in his hand, and his entire body seemed to have entered a profound state. The golden light around him gradually became more substantial, and his entire body was enshrouded within a layer of dragon's repulse that was around three feet thick.

Elder Long had initially had a smile on her face, but her expression soon turned into one of shock. Much to her surprise, Tang Wulin was exuding a type of invisible pressure that struck her with a strong sense of oppression.

Was this, the bloodline intimidation from a superior dragon bloodline? Was this dragon's might?

One had to realize that she possessed two dragon-type martial souls of the highest caliber; she was the invincible Light Dark Dragon Empress! However, even as a Limit Douluo, she was struck by a sense of pressure in the face of Tang Wulin. This was something she had never experienced before. Even in her younger days, she had never felt pressure that stemmed directly from her opponent's martial soul.

Even as a Limit Douluo, the bloodline disparity still affected her.

She was beginning to look forward to seeing just what Tang Wulin was capable of!

All of a sudden, Tang Wulin's eyes began to glow with golden light, and in the next instant, he stepped forward with his left leg as a thunderous dragon's roar rang out across the entire drill ground.

He had unleashed his Dragon King True Body, which he had refrained from using even against Wu Zhangkong.

His body instantly began to swell in size at a rapid rate and he still retained his human form rather than transforming into a dragon, but his entire body had taken on an illusionary quality, and it was as if a crown had appeared on his head. Countless Dragon's roars were erupting from all directions as if all dragons were bowing to him in subordination. His dragon's might was also instantly elevated to its peak.