Chapter 84: A Powerful Domain, Ren Wokuang's Astonishment!
The moment Ye Ling unleashed the Golden Dragon King bloodline, golden scales shimmered across his body as a terrifying pressure erupted outward.
The immense force sent countless demons flying in all directions.
His aura was overwhelming—vast, ancient, and unmistakably divine.
The first to react to this surge of power was neither a human warrior nor a demon commander, but Gu Yue Na, the Silver Dragon King who lay lazily atop Ye Ling's head, gazing idly at the battlefield.
When she sensed the aura emanating from Ye Ling, a flicker of shock crossed her draconic features. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.
This aura—she could never forget it for as long as she lived!
After all, it was precisely this aura that had once made her choose to form a contract with Ye Ling.
She had long been puzzled as to why Ye Ling's Golden Dragon King bloodline had felt so weak before.
Even with its seal, she could still sense its essence—and it had seemed faint, incomplete.
But now… things were entirely different.
The difference was vast—his current Golden Dragon King energy was ten times, even a hundred times stronger than before. This was the true, untainted power of the Golden Dragon King.
Sensing this, Gu Yue Na's expression softened with joy.
If this were truly the case, then all was well.
Yet, worry still lingered in her heart.
The Golden Dragon King's power brought with it madness and slaughter. If Ye Ling fully unleashed it now, would he lose himself to that same bloodthirsty insanity?
That would be troublesome indeed.
Fortunately, her fears were unnecessary.
As the Golden Dragon King bloodline surged through Ye Ling's body, his Six-Winged Angel and Time-Space Dragon martial souls, along with the energy from the ten-thousand-year immortal herb Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum stored within his system space, all released their power simultaneously, stabilizing his mind and keeping him conscious.
Even so, Ye Ling's battle spirit burned fiercely—he craved combat, hungered for the kill.
This was the emotion carried within the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, and Ye Ling did not attempt to suppress it.
Four radiant golden rings appeared around him, pulsing with divine brilliance.
The fourth ring flared brightly, expanding outward to form a domain.
Within a hundred-meter radius lay Ye Ling's complete control—and that domain shifted wherever he moved.
Domain techniques were extraordinary; in the world of Divine Seal, such mastery was something only beings of the Ninth Rank could grasp, and even then, not all succeeded.
Yet Ye Ling had now achieved it at his current level.
Instantly, every human warrior within the domain—including Cai'er, Wang Yuanyuan, and the others—felt their overall attributes increase by a full third, their power surging explosively.
The vast aura filled them with exhilaration. None spoke, but all were silently thrilled as they raised their weapons and pressed forward to slay the demons.
"Brother Ye Ling has made his move," Cai'er said softly, feeling the energy boost flow through her. Her eyes grew serious as determination burned within them—she refused to lose. She wanted that promise from Ye Ling!
Wang Yuanyuan, equally stunned, quickly steadied her emotions and charged ahead again, swinging her Giant Spirit Shield with renewed fury.
She had to win.
But she overestimated her chances.
Within Ye Ling's heart, the restless agitation from the bloodline grew stronger, and the only way to ease it—was through battle and blood.
Soon, layers of armor manifested across his body—the spiritual armor forged from his Golden Dragon King bloodline. The energy it exuded was fierce and torrential, glowing with golden and crimson hues.
Upon close inspection, one could faintly sense a trace of pure dragon might radiating from it.
It was divine alloy armor—an exclusive product of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, forged through its innate power.
"Roar!"
Ye Ling's third Blood Essence Soul Ring erupted with blinding force. His roar thundered like a dragon's cry, shaking heaven and earth. In that instant, the surrounding demons felt their heads spin and their consciousness blur—some of the dual-blade demons even collapsed outright, foaming at the mouth, their life or death uncertain.
It was the perfect opening for Ye Ling.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and swept out the Golden Dragon Spear. In that moment, he was like an invincible god of slaughter, his strikes swift and merciless—piercing through ten dual-blade demons in a single breath.
All of it happened in the blink of an eye.
And then, he continued the massacre.
Upon the city walls, Ren Wokuang—who commanded the battle—watched this scene unfold, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
What… what was this?
Too monstrous!
"Yuanyuan, just who exactly did you invite here?"
"This strength… it's comparable to the sixth-rank warriors in the Warrior Temple, perhaps only slightly weaker—and against fifth-ranks, it's pure domination!"
"Not to mention, his ability is terrifying. Look at that spear! Even by sight alone, it must be at least of Radiant grade."
"And it has a devouring ability! Just now, even when his strikes didn't hit vital points, he still drained the demons' life force instantly, leaving them helpless to resist."
"No equipment in the entire Alliance possesses such a property. Only those beyond our rank hold weapons of that caliber. If I'm not mistaken, that spear is a growth-type weapon—Radiant grade in appearance, but with potential to reach the same Immortal level as Yuanyuan's Giant Spirit Shield!"
Ren Wokuang's heart trembled with excitement.
To a warrior like him, Ye Ling's existence was deeply alluring.
That power. That weapon.
And the sheer beauty of that violent domination—
It was enough to infect even Ren Wokuang with the infamous "Holy Moon Syndrome."
What was Holy Moon Syndrome?
It was the irresistible urge to "steal talent"—to poach someone from another faction, even if it meant courting disaster.
Long Xingyu had once shown early symptoms, but he recovered quickly.
Saint Moon, however, had reached the terminal stage—not only failing to steal talent, but even losing his great-granddaughter in the process.
A perfect case of late-stage Holy Moon Syndrome.
As for what Ren Wokuang might end up losing this time—no one could tell.
Ye Ling, naturally, was unaware of his thoughts.
Nor did he care to be.
He remained fully immersed in battle.
Unlike before, when he restrained himself slightly, now that he had released the Golden Dragon King's slaughtering instinct, his killing pace skyrocketed.
In less than an hour, he had already slain five hundred dual-blade demons.
Though they were only level-one and level-two—comparable to human squires and trainee knights—they still granted Ye Ling five full points of internal spirit power.
The devouring power was simply terrifying.
If Ye Ling had relied solely on cultivation, no matter how extraordinary his talent, he would have gained less than four points of spirit power in a day.
But through battle, his growth became even more terrifying.
The realization filled him with exhilaration.
"What a pity," he murmured to himself, "if only a stronger one appeared, the rate would increase even faster."
As soon as the thought left his mind, Ye Ling suddenly felt it—
A seventh-rank demon, equivalent to a human sixth-rank powerhouse, had stepped into his domain.
"You've got to be kidding…"
Such coincidence?
(End of Chapter)
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