Seeing the sword river curling around Lu Yun, Wu Tulong turned grave, but an intense fighting spirit overflowed from the depths of his eyes. The golden spear shook gently in his hand, producing a faintly discernible dragon cry.

Dragon soul!

A dragon soul was unexpectedly sealed inside the spear!

Given the formidable might Lu Yun could sense from the soul… it was likely the soul of an ancient skydragon, its colossal strength sealed inside the spear and bequeathing the weapon strength enough to destroy the world.

The projection of a pale golden dragon emerged from the spear and coiled around Wu Tulong, gently burning like a golden flame.

“Alas!” Lu Yun heaved a long sigh. “Wu Tulong, senior brother Wu, I, too, dearly wish to battle...