Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 92: The Zerg Ancestor Appears, Tempting Tang San

"Ahhh!!!"

Seeing the black-haired boy's current appearance, the group was so terrified they couldn't utter a single word.

A deep crimson light was rapidly intensifying within the boy’s eyes, and the killing intent radiating from him felt like an overwhelming force to these Spirit Masters, who hadn't even fully left the academy yet.

"Roar!"

A guttural, beast-like roar continuously erupted from the black-haired boy’s throat.

One roar after another struck heavily against their hearts.

Frozen in place as if petrified by fear, none of them dared to move a muscle.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat as they stared at the boy’s blood-red eyes, unable to react.

Seeing their inaction, the black-haired boy’s expression grew even more impatient.

The veins and muscles bulging across his ferocious face twitched grotesquely, making his appearance even more terrifying.

"Ugh... Ahhhh!"

The red light in his eyes flared violently as he clutched his face tightly with one hand.

With the other, he violently shoved aside those blocking his path and sprinted toward the main gates of Nuoding Academy.

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure darted through the gates.

Thud! Thud!

The group collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath as if a massive weight had been lifted from their chests.

"Boss, he..."

The pudgy boy struggled to raise his arm, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Thinking back to the black-haired boy’s terrifying face, he shivered uncontrollably and hurriedly said, "Forget it, forget it! Listen up, from now on, none of you are to provoke him ever again!"

The others nodded desperately, like chickens pecking at rice.

The gathered crowd instantly exploded in chatter, confused by the strange scene they had just witnessed.

Meanwhile, an aged Spirit Master with a full head of white hair and a weathered face slowly entered Nuoding Academy.

Casting a disdainful glance at the bullies collapsed on the ground, he shook his head and made his way directly toward the Dean’s office.

Huff, huff, huff—

The black-haired boy panted heavily as he frantically ran toward a nearby hill.

It was a secluded place he had found during training, ideal for cultivating his Purple Demon Eyes and Mysterious Jade Hand.

But now, it served as the perfect hiding spot.

He rushed all the way to the summit before finally stopping, bending over and gasping for breath while scanning the surroundings.

After making sure no one was around, he hesitantly extended his trembling hands.

"What... what’s happening to me?"

Buzz—!

A surge of intense spirit power suddenly erupted from his body.

Rustle!

A Blue Silver Grass vine slowly emerged from the palm of his hand.

However, the black-haired boy stared at it with horror.

The once crystalline, pure blue vine now looked as though it had been drenched in ink.

Its previously translucent blue sheen had turned pitch black, and faint streaks of sinister crimson light occasionally flickered along its leaves.

The entire vine radiated an eerie, terrifying aura.

"Why?!"

"Why... why has my Blue Silver Grass become like this?!"

Tang San stared at the horrifying vine in his palm, a sudden surge of fear and revulsion flooding his heart.

But... this was his Spirit!

Tang San quickly glanced around again, confirming that he was indeed alone.

After hesitating, he slowly raised both his hands once more.

Buzz—

Intense spirit power gathered in his palms.

Immediately, a strained expression appeared on Tang San’s face as he gritted his teeth, fully concentrating on maintaining the energy.

Boom!

Suddenly, a pitch-black hammer engraved with mysterious patterns appeared in his hands.

The hammer radiated an overwhelming sense of mystery and raw power — just looking at it gave the impression of explosive, destructive force.

Seeing the hammer, Tang San finally let out a breath of relief.

He quickly examined it to ensure there were no abnormalities, then swiftly retracted it back into his body.

Given his current level of spirit power, even manifesting the hammer for a second was a massive burden.

"It seems... my second Spirit hasn’t mutated."

"But then, what the hell is happening?"

Tang San stared fixedly at the eerie, corrupted Blue Silver Grass in his hand.

Had it been an ordinary mutation, he wouldn’t have been so disturbed.

After all, Spirit mutations were sometimes blessings in disguise — an opportunity few could ever dream of.

Some mutations even produced Spirits stronger than the originals.

The most famous example was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, where certain Spirit mutations had made individuals far more powerful than before.

But Tang San realized that lately, his emotions had been wildly unstable — prone to anger, to rage. freёnovelkiss.com

Worse, sometimes he found his body moving on its own, beyond his control.

His personality and even his physical appearance had begun to change.

Even if he understood little about Spirit mutations, Tang San instinctively knew — this was not normal.

"Oh? I didn’t expect there to be another power hidden inside you."

"Mmm~ This power... is far stronger than your frail body."

A voice suddenly echoed in Tang San’s ears — like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky!

Instantly, Tang San tensed up, whipping his head around in alarm.

"Who’s there?!"

He scanned his surroundings frantically, but saw no one.

Yet the voice continued,

"Still young, but with the mind of an adult... Interesting."

Tang San’s heart skipped a beat, his hair standing on end.

Because he realized — the voice wasn’t coming from around him.

It was coming from inside him!

Could it be—

Tang San rushed to a small pond nearby and looked into the water’s reflection.

His face had mostly returned to normal, but half of it still twisted into a frightening, monstrous appearance.

Within the reflection, the eye on that twisted half glowed crimson — and there, Tang San saw an utterly foreign gaze staring back at him.

A gaze filled with greed, bloodlust, and a storm of dark emotions.

"Who are you?!"

Despite the fear gnawing at his heart, Tang San forced himself to remain calm and asked.

"Me?"

The crimson eye grew hollow and deep.

"You can call me the Great Zerg Ancestor... or simply the Immortal One."

Conversing like this gave Tang San a strange feeling — a mix of fascination and deep unease.

He pressed further, "Why are you inside me? What is your goal? And why has my Spirit changed like this?"

"Hmph! You ask too many questions."

A flash of cunning and greed flickered through the crimson eye before it turned ancient and profound, locking its gaze onto Tang San’s reflection.

"Tell me, boy—"

"Do you wish... to become stronger?"

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