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High on the seat, Yu Yongyuan's knuckles tightened slightly on the armrest.
"Thunder Hell Vine."
The low murmur was steady and rippleless, yet it seemed like cold iron falling onto ice.
With the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's thousand-year thunder canon steeped into his bloodline and experience, how could he fail to recognize this apocalyptic calamity of the plant world, bearing the source blood of the Thunder God?
The Thunder Hell Vine was one of the Super Soul Beasts best suited for the Yu Family's lightning-type martial souls to acquire. Over several thousand years of history, they had hunted it before.
Once those Titled Your Majesties came back to their senses, who among them did not know of the Thunder Hell Vine, one of the Super Martial Souls?
Thunder Academy's private box fell dead silent for an instant, then erupted into an even more suppressed commotion.
The young Yu Family disciples' Adam's apples bobbed, their spines rigid—inside the clan library, this totem of vines entwined with thunder was compulsory study; on the highest level of the clan altar, three thunder cores taken from Ten Thousand Year Hell Vines were enshrined!
The instant they recognized those dark-purple bamboo-like nodes, their breathing had already turned stagnant.
On the stage, that cluster of dark-purple vines met the Sacred Thunder Slurry pouring down from above, and the bamboo-like nodes along their bodies actually opened and closed like living things!
Bzzzt—!
All the blue-gold arcs of lightning were like venomous snakes returning to their nest, sinking entirely into the dark-purple knots.
The mass of vines trembled slightly. Purple light swelled across their surface for an instant, and their segmented bodies stretched as if sated from a full meal.
They did not even