The Men Behind Yu Xiaowei

The massive Hell White Tiger stood proudly atop the Soul Fighting Platform.

Its terrifying presence carried immense pressure, making it difficult for Yu Xiaowei to breathe.

The aura of the two, originally only Soul Ancestors, had been amplified by the Martial Soul Fusion Skill until it rivaled that of a Soul King.

Yu Xiaowei took several deep breaths and fearlessly met the Hell White Tiger's gaze.

According to the original records, although this famous Martial Soul Fusion Skill was incomparably powerful, it consumed an astonishing amount of Soul Power.

At most, it only had enough power for two or three attacks.

When most people encountered the Hell White Tiger, their first reaction was to hold out until its users exhausted their Soul Power and lost the ability to continue fighting.

But Yu Xiaowei had no intention of being such a coward. Besides, with his current physical strength, he might not even be able to withstand the Hell White Tiger's attacks.

Ever since he was young, Liu Erlong had taught him that the best defense was offense.

So, he had prepared a grand feast for the Hell White Tiger.

Second Soul Skill, Demon God's Body.

Third Soul Skill, Atomic Fission.

A crystalline blue glow lit up from his Tail Fin, traveling along his Dorsal Fin until it reached his eyes.

Enhanced by Demon God's Body and Atomic Fission, the blue light was no longer hazy. It was now dazzlingly clear and brilliant.

"This child actually wants to attack the Hell White Tiger?"

Dai Tianfeng said in astonishment.

The Star Luo Imperial Family and the Zhu Family, the grand dukes, had married generation after generation precisely because of the Hell White Tiger Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Whether on the battlefield, in Soul Fighting, or in Soul Master tournaments, whenever the Hell White Tiger appeared, every opponent was terrified.

This was the first time he had seen someone dare to take the initiative against the Hell White Tiger.

What was even more outrageous was that the attacker was merely a tiny Soul Elder. No matter how exceptional his combat strength was, he was still only a Soul Elder.

Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun, after using their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, were already comparable to Soul Kings.

"Hmph, nothing but a moth flying into a flame."

Zhu Haonan, the current grand duke of the Zhu Family, snorted coldly. He was equally confident in the Hell White Tiger.

At that moment, Yu Xiaowei opened his mouth wide, and a ball of blue light was ready to burst forth.

The Atomic Furnace at his heart was operating at high speed, frantically consuming Soul Power and converting it into nuclear energy.

Waiting for an enemy to gather strength and launch an attack was the stupidest thing one could do on a battlefield.

The Hell White Tiger would not give Yu Xiaowei time to prepare. After a tiger's roar, it pounced viciously toward him.

At the same moment they moved, an enormous fan-shaped crystalline blue beam erupted from Yu Xiaowei's mouth.

With Demon God's Body increasing attack by one hundred percent and Atomic Fission increasing Breath damage by one hundred percent—

This Atomic Breath had reached the greatest power Yu Xiaowei could currently unleash.

His so-called preparation was merely for the Hell White Tiger to see.

The Atomic Breath had been ready ever since the blue light spread to his eyes.

He was not afraid that the Hell White Tiger would attack. What he feared was that, after witnessing the power of the Atomic Breath, they would dodge instead.

The instant the Atomic Breath erupted, a powerful sense of danger surged into Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun's hearts.

But their enormous body could no longer evade it. They could only roar as they took the Atomic Breath head-on.

Boom—

The moment it struck, an explosion rang out from the Hell White Tiger, followed by a miserable tiger's roar that echoed throughout the arena.

A strong stench of burning flesh drifted through the air. Their attack was instantly interrupted, and they even showed faint signs of being forced back.

Seeing that the two had yet to separate, Yu Xiaowei did not dare relax. He continued increasing the force of his Breath.

"How is this possible?!"

Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Haonan, who had been brimming with confidence, could no longer remain seated. They stood up and stared anxiously into the arena.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell silent.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhu Haoran's forehead. He wanted to rush onto the platform and stop Yu Xiaowei, but the rules bound him. He could only stand below and watch nervously.

Several students from Star Luo Royal Academy had already collapsed to the ground in fright. Even those still standing had icy limbs and trembling bodies.

They simply could not imagine that a Soul Elder could unleash such a terrifying attack.

On Heaven Dou Royal Academy's side, everyone waved their fists in delight, chanting without pause, "We're going to win! We're going to win! Hold on!"

Forcing itself to endure the Atomic Breath, the Hell White Tiger still tried to walk toward Yu Xiaowei. Yet after only two steps, it crashed to the ground, and its body began to turn translucent.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaowei hurriedly stopped the Atomic Breath and closed his mouth.

As the Hell White Tiger vanished, two charred black figures still smoking rose from the ground.

Zhu Haoran was greatly alarmed. He rushed onto the platform and called for the Healing Soul Masters.

Dai Tianfeng's expression turned extremely ugly. He cast a dark glare at Yu Xiaowei, said nothing, then flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Seeing the emperor leave like that, how could the audience dare linger? They all hurried away.

Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun's injuries looked serious, but most were superficial wounds. Under the treatment of the Healing Soul Masters, they quickly regained consciousness.

Seeing that the two were not seriously harmed, Yu Xiaowei jumped down from the arena.

"Xiaowei, well done!"

"Little Uncle, you're incredible! From now on, you're my idol!"

Watching Qin Ming and the Imperial Fighting Team members cheer excitedly, Yu Xiaowei flashed a brilliant smile before toppling headfirst to the ground.

Everyone hurried forward in a panic to support him.

After a careful examination confirmed that he had merely collapsed from excessive Soul Power consumption, everyone finally let out the breath they had been holding.

Yu Xiaowei did not wake up until the next day.

Recalling yesterday's battle, he shook his head with a bitter smile. Soul Ancestors with Martial Soul Fusion Skills truly were difficult to fight.

That was only because he had known in advance about the Hell White Tiger, their ultimate trump card.

Thus, from the very beginning of the battle, he had launched a fierce burst of attacks like thunder, injuring both Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun.

Even so, the two had still managed to withstand his full-power Atomic Breath until his Soul Power ran dry.

This victory had been built entirely upon their underestimating him. Otherwise, if they had used the Hell White Tiger from the start, he likely would have been defeated before they exhausted their Soul Power.

He had really put in some hard work this time. Old Man Meng's money truly was not easy to earn.

After Yu Xiaowei woke up, the group spent another day touring Star Luo Royal Academy before setting off for home.

This was Heaven Dou Royal Academy's first victory in an academy exchange in ten years. Although they had relied on Yu Xiaowei from Blue Tyrant Academy to win, everyone was still extremely excited.

The gloom they had felt in Star Luo City was swept away, and the atmosphere in the carriage became cheerful once more.

However, after they entered Balak Kingdom territory—

Without anyone noticing, the coachman steered the carriage off the main road and onto a secluded path.

It was not until an extremely cold aura appeared that Qin Ming belatedly realized something was wrong.

When he got out of the carriage, he immediately saw an old man in a golden robe standing ahead.

"Who are you?"

Qin Ming shouted sternly, but Yu Xiaowei keenly noticed the tremor in his voice.

For a level sixty-one Soul Emperor to feel fear, this old man blocking their path was likely no simple figure.

A terrifying aura rose from the old man's body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.

Yu Xiaowei's heart sank. This was actually a Title Douluo!

The Golden Robe Elder said indifferently, "Do not blame this old man. If you must blame someone, blame yourselves for being too talented."

Qin Ming's entire body trembled as he shouted fiercely despite his fear, "We are students of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Does your Star Luo Empire intend to start a war?"

"Hmph, war? Fine by us. We've long wished for war. You Heaven Dou trash should have been wiped out long ago."

The old man sneered. Soul Power surged around him, and blinding golden light burst from his palm, transforming into golden blades that shot toward the group.

Yu Xiaowei watched the imposing barrage of light blades in despair.

Against a Title Douluo, his current self had absolutely no ability to resist.

Suddenly, a resounding dragon roar rang out.

Accompanied by booming sonic blasts, the dragon's roar that had seemed far beyond the horizon arrived before them in an instant.

The light blades that were about to strike them shattered into golden motes in the blink of an eye, slowly dispersing into the air.

A tall man in a blue top silently appeared before them.

"Uncle!"

"Yu Yuanzhen! You want to stop me?"

Yu Xiaowei's delighted cry and the old man's bitter voice rang out at the same time.

"You sickly cat, who gave you the courage to come and assassinate my nephew and grandson? Dai Tianfeng? Or Zhu Haonan? Hmm?"

Yu Yuanzhen, who remained composed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was truly enraged this time.

The Golden Robe Elder's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He turned and tried to flee.

"This is your nephew? Your grandson is here too?"

"Sorry, goodbye. My apologies for disturbing you."

But the moment he turned around, he saw a bald old man with a withered face standing behind him.

Gu Rong, skeletal in appearance, spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Little kitten, who gave you the nerve to lay a hand on my granddaughter's husband?"

"Gu Rong!"

The old man revealed a bitter expression. He had merely been ordered to assassinate a talented youth from an enemy nation, but no one had told him that this genius had so many layers of identity behind him.

Yu Yuanzhen's nephew, Gu Rong's granddaughter's husband... Damn it, whether he could return alive today was now a question.

"Old Bones, he's my granddaughter's husband too, not just yours!"

When a third old man in white appeared, the Golden Robe Elder fell into complete despair.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Which idiot had told him this was just an ordinary genius from an enemy nation? Damn it, they had not even investigated the target's background before sending him here.