The pressure intensified rapidly, reaching an astonishing 85.
Xuan Yan's body began to emit a soft golden light as his cells vibrated violently under the strain.
He felt his tendons stretching and muscles tearing as if his entire body were on the verge of collapse.
Yet, even in this brutal state, he did not waver.
There was a stirring deep within him... a gut feeling told him not to stop.
Energy surged through him and his veins pulsed with golden light as his body began to repair itself in real-time, tearing apart and rebuilding stronger than before.
His spirit power roared within him, struggling against the immense pressure.
Crocodile Douluo looked at him with narrowed eyes, noting how Xuan Yan's body adjusted and thrived despite the relentless force pressing against him.
However, Crocodile Douluo was not satisfied.
With a small smirk, he increased the pressure to 87, then to 88, and finally to 89 without hesitation.
The air around them became thick and suffocating.
Even the elders seated at the table began to feel uncomfortable.
The ground beneath Xuan Yan's feet cracked, spiderweb-like fractures spreading out across the floor with each passing second.
At this point, Xuan Yan's breathing became labored.
"Haaa.. Haa..." His muscles quivered uncontrollably, and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.
His internal organs felt like they were being squeezed.
Crocodile Douluo raised an eyebrow. "Impressive... but let's see if you can endure more."
At that moment, Xuan Yan's eyes lit up with an intense golden hue.
He unleashed his second martial spirit—the Primordial Divine Dragon.
A majestic dragon phantom materialized behind him, as its scales shimmered with a silvery-blue hue, each scale traced with intricate golden patterns.
The dragon's eyes burned with divine energy, radiating authority and power that sent tremors through the entire hall.
The spiritual pressure released by this dragon spirit was suffocating, even for someone of Crocodile Douluo's caliber.
Crocodile Douluo's expression darkened for a brief moment before he maintained his composure.
His own martial spirit, the Golden Crocodile, stirred within him.
The two martial spirits—the Ancient Divine Dragon and the Golden Crocodile—stood at odds.
Crocodile Douluo's Golden Crocodile martial spirit has the bloodline of Golden Dragon and Xuan Yan's martial is ancestor even to that Golden Dragon.
So Crocodile Douluo can fell the bloodline pressure.
Yet Crocodile Douluo did not relent.
He pushed the pressure even further—to 91, 92, and then 93.
Each level sent a new wave of pain through Xuan Yan's body.
His bones cracked as his muscles tore themselves apart, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
Despite this, he stood his ground, gripping the hilt of Ea for balance as the ground beneath him continued to shatter.
Bibi Dong, standing beside the seat, clenched her fists tightly.
She could see the toll the pressure was taking on Xuan Yan, and the sight of his blood spilling onto the floor made her heart ache.
She got ready, prepared to intervene at a moment's notice.
Even Crocodile Douluo, despite his outward composure, seemed conflicted.
He was impressed, but he also didn't want to push the boy to the point of breaking.
Just as he was about to ease the pressure, Xuan Yan's voice rang out...
"NO! Don't stop!" he shouted, wiping the blood from his mouth.
The hall fell into stunned silence.
Even the elders were shaken by his words.
Crocodile Douluo's hand froze mid-motion, and his eyes widened slightly.
Bibi Dong's eyes softened with worry, and for the first time in a long while, she felt genuine fear.
Yet she held back, knowing that Xuan Yan would not forgive her if she intervened prematurely.
Even though he is very young, she knows he is mature enough to mak ebig desicions.
'I.. will not intervene...'
Ofcourse, Xuan Yan is not a masochist to ask Crocodile Douluo to increase the pressure.
Its just that he can feel some sealed energy with him and this pressure is slowly breaking it...
Crocodile Douluo exhaled slowly, then increased the pressure once more—to 96.
Xuan Yan's entire body trembled violently and his skin flushed red as his blood boiled beneath the surface.
The air around him warped with heat, creating a shimmering aura of golden light.
Suddenly, a faint noise resonated through his mind.
[Ding!]
[Hidden Mission : Awaken the bloodline]
[Primordial Divine dragon bloodline awakened]
[Rewards : Dragonic Transformation, Divine Dragon Spear, Dragon roar, Divine Dragon claw]
Bibi Dong stood at the edge, her gaze fixed on Xuan Yan as he endured the crushing force of Crocodile Douluo's pressure.
His body was being pushed to its absolute limit, and the sight of his pained yet determined expression made her want to intervene.
Her feet shifted forward instinctively. "Enough! This is too—"
But before she could act, a violent aura erupted from Xuan Yan's body.
WOOOSSHHHH The atmosphere in the hall shifted instantly, charged with an overwhelming energy that crackled in the air like static lightning.
His white hair lengthened and the ends are now streaked with golden linings.
His once small slender frame bulked up as muscle fibers expanded, giving him a balanced yet powerful physique.
His robe fell away, revealing a well-defined figure.
His chubby squish face disappeared slightly and refined to a good looking boy.
His golden eyes, once warm and curious, now shimmered with a silverish hue.
The pupils narrowed, giving him a draconic gaze that exuded dominance.
Silvery-blue dragon scales emerged along his forearms and chest, glistening under the dim light of the hall.
As if that weren't enough, the weapon in his hand shifted.
The sword he had been wielding vanished, replaced by a magnificent spear.
The spear's shaft was forged from silver, etched with intricate golden runes that pulsed with energy.
Instinctively, Xuan Yan slammed the spear into the ground.
CRACK!
The entire hall trembled.
The force of the impact sent deep fissures snaking across the floor, some splitting wide enough to reveal the earth beneath.
WHOOOSHHH Suddenly an enormous force erupted forth from his body spreading through the whole hall.
Bibi Dong's knees buckled almost immediately.
She found herself kneeling on the ground, unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of the pressure.
Her eyes widened in shock as she couldn't even resist it and all she could do was submit.
"What… is this?" she whispered.
Her gaze darted around the hall.
Every single elder was on their knees, their faces pale and filled with dread.
Even Crocodile Douluo, the very one who had initiated this entire test, looked as though he had seen a ghost.
Sweat poured down his face, and his body trembled as he struggled to stay upright.
But the most shocking sight of all was Qian Daoliu.
The highest-ranking member of the Elder Hall, a man who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Spirit Hall's power, was kneeling.
His eyes, usually filled with indifference, now reflected shock and a hint of fear.
His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Bibi Dong had never seen him like this before.
The air crackled again as a massive dragon phantom materialized behind Xuan Yan.
It was the same as his Primordial Divine Dragon martial spirit, but this time it was far larger as its head scraped against the collapsing ceiling of the hall.
The Dragon's Phantom opened its mouth and let out a roar.
"GUAAAAARGGGHHHHHH!"
The hall walls quivered, cracks spreading along the stone columns.
Bibi Dong felt her ears ringing, and she instinctively raised her hands to cover them.
Blood trickled from the ears of several elders, and even the mighty Qian Daoliu flinched, unable to fully shield himself from the assault.
When the roar subsided, all that remained was a stunned silence.
Xuan Yan lowered his gaze, his draconic eyes locking onto every person in the hall.
'What the fuck... just happened.'
Everyone felt the pressure disappearing and at this time, Bibi Dong saw that he is falling unconscious.
She hurriedly dashed toward him and caught him in her hands "Yan'er..."
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