After their failed attack, the members of the Spirit Hall team, who were now vomiting blood, all looked utterly drained. They stared at the golden pillar of light before them, their faces filled with despair.
Tang San, who was controlling the True Body of the Clear Sky Hammer, was equally stunned. His full-power attack had done absolutely nothing to Xiao Yu. Now, on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion and unable to maintain the True Body of the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San's face turned pale, and despair began to creep into his expression.
At this moment, Tang San, who had exhausted all his tricks, was utterly baffled. Did Xiao Yu have no limits?!
No matter how strong Tang San became, Xiao Yu always seemed to surpass him. Why? Why was this happening?!
Just as Tang San was lamenting and struggling, Xiao Yu's voice echoed in his ears once more.
"Haha, Tang San, since you've shown me your Clear Sky Hammer's True Body, I'll let you witness my Radiant Holy Dragon's True Body."
"Ding."
"Hum."
"Roar!!!"
As soon as Xiao Yu finished speaking, his martial soul, Wo Long, first flashed with a dazzling golden light in its vertical pupils, followed by a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
All the beast-type martial soul holders present felt an overwhelming sense of fear and a deep, soul-shaking terror.
Even Bibi Dong, on the high platform, felt a shiver run down her spine upon seeing this.
Her two martial souls were both trembling with fear.
What was Xiao Yu planning to do?!
Why were both of her martial souls terrified by this roar?!
At this moment, Xiao Yu, standing on the stage, spread his golden dragon wings and slowly rose into the air.
His martial soul, Wo Long, stood beneath him.
In the next moment, Xiao Yu's six black soul rings and a pure, immense surge of soul power emerged from his body.
They then flowed directly into Wo Long below.
As the soul rings and the massive soul power from the seven individuals entered Wo Long, its body began to undergo a dramatic transformation.
"Roar!!"
"Boom."
"Boom!!"
In no time, Wo Long, originally only about five meters long, began to grow rapidly in size.
The sheer weight of the rapidly growing dragon caused the arena, which was capable of withstanding attacks from Soul Sages, to tremble violently. Cracks began to spread across the stage like spiderwebs.
The spectators watched in horror as the five-meter-long spirit beast grew larger and larger.
Wo Long, which had originally stood on four legs, now stood upright on two.
Its scales, which had previously been a mix of colors, gradually transformed into a uniform, radiant gold.
Finally, when Wo Long's transformation was complete, it slowly raised its head and looked up at the azure sky.
Then, it let out a golden breath.
"Hum!!"
"Boom!!"
Instantly, the clouds in the sky began to churn due to Wo Long's breath.
The once azure sky was now dyed a brilliant golden hue.
As Wo Long exhaled this divine breath, its massive golden wings, spanning over a hundred meters, fully extended.
Golden halos of light radiated from the wings, spreading out in all directions.
Many spectators reached out to touch the golden light, which felt as soft and light as clouds.
At this moment, everyone on the viewing platform looked at the golden dragon with awe and reverence.
It was as if they were witnessing the descent of a divine being.
An uncontrollable sense of reverence and admiration welled up in their hearts.
On the high platform, Xue Qinghe was utterly dumbfounded.
Her mind could no longer be described as merely "shocked."
Upon seeing this golden dragon, Xue Qinghe suddenly felt that even her Seraphim martial soul might not compare to the sacredness of this dragon.
A dragon more sacred than an angel—who could explain this?!
If it weren't for the inappropriate timing, she would have rushed back to ask her grandfather what was going on.
Not only Xue Qinghe, but even the seven elders in the Worship Hall were now watching the massive golden dragon with grave expressions and a hint of curiosity.
After all, apart from the Seraphim martial soul of the Qian family, no one else on the continent possessed such a sacred aura.
In other words, the term "sacred" was unique to the Qian family's Seraphim martial soul—it was one of a kind on the continent.
But now, seeing this wild dragon exuding such a sacred aura, they couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay behind it.
Qian Daoliu, upon seeing this golden dragon radiating a sacred aura, also wore a grave expression.
In his heart, he couldn't help but wonder if this was some unknown offspring of his son, Qian Xunji.
Could it be? Could it really be such a coincidence?
If this were true, Qian Daoliu felt his head spinning, as if his brain was about to explode.
At this moment, everyone in Spirit City looked at this fifty-meter-tall, golden dragon with golden wings and a sacred aura, their hearts filled with awe and terror.
Even the Soul Douluo-level referee, whose martial soul was the Blazing Rock Tiger, felt an overwhelming urge to kneel and submit.
His martial soul was a powerful dual-attribute variant, but even so, he couldn't shake the illusion of wanting to kneel.
"Is this... Xiao Yu's martial soul's True Body?! Is this the complete form of his martial soul?!"
Feng Xiaotian looked at the scene before him, his face filled with disbelief.
Not only Feng Xiaotian, but everyone present was completely stunned by the divine spectacle before them.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Among the crowd, only Yu Luoming, upon seeing this, had eyes filled with hope and tears.
So, this was the next level of their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul?
Xiao Yu had truly not disappointed him.
Unconsciously, Yu Luoming, now in tears, sat down on his chair, silently bowing his head.
Liu Erlong, seeing her father in such a state, quietly stepped in front of him to shield him from view.