Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

Nuoding City, carriage rental depot.

Watching Quan San charge straight at him, Ye Buqun stood still, merely letting out a sharp shout.

An invisible wave of air spread outward from him in all directions.

Unable to withstand it, Quan San was blasted back dozens of steps before finally steadying himself.

"W-what was that? A soul skill?"

"Impossible. Looks like this brat is a soul master too."

"That looks pretty damn strange!"

"Forget it. Brothers, release your martial souls!"

As the three discussed it, they all activated Martial Soul Possession.

Since they were biological brothers, they possessed the same martial soul.

Their eyes lit up with bloodthirsty scarlet radiance. At the same time, interwoven golden and black light emerged from between their brows, gradually covering their bodies and forming a layer of golden fur mottled with black spots.

Not only that, their necks elongated, and black manes rose from the backs of their heads.

This was their inherited martial soul, the Thief Hyena!

Quan San, soul rings: white, yellow. Level 22 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Grandmaster.

Quan Er, soul rings: yellow, yellow. Level 26 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Grandmaster.

Quan Da, soul rings: yellow, yellow, purple. Level 31 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Elder!

The three brothers formed a triangular formation and closed in on Ye Buqun from three sides.

"Trash!"

Ye Buqun folded his arms. With a thought, seven soul rings rose beneath his feet.

Two yellow, two purple, three black!!

At the sight, the square-faced coachman's eyes bulged like a cow's, his mouth hanging wide enough to fit a goose egg.

This kid was actually a Soul Saint?!

The moment Ye Buqun released his soul rings, the three Quan brothers regretted everything.

They were immediately suppressed by that aura, unable to move in the slightest.

"Second Soul Skill: Shadow Clone!"

Ye Buqun spoke softly. His second yellow soul ring suddenly lit up, and three ancient mirrors appeared in the air. The mirrors immediately transformed into three Ye Buquns wearing Clown Masks, who lunged at the three brothers.

Each clone took one opponent, grabbing the Quan brothers by their collars and unleashing a barrage of slaps.

Shadow Clone differed from the First Soul Skill: Illusion Clone. It was obvious from their names alone—Illusion Clone created phantoms, while Shadow Clone created physical bodies condensed from Soul Power. This was also one of the Mirror Beast's innate skills.

The slaps rang out with crisp "smack, smack" sounds. Suppressed by the aura of a Soul Saint, the three brothers had no means of resistance whatsoever.

Crisp slaps and pig-like screams of agony echoed through the streets and alleys.

The townsfolk merely watched from the rear of the roadside. Almost no one dared to step forward.

Still, seeing the Quan brothers continuously slapped, the citizens felt deeply satisfied.

The Quan Family's reputation in Nuoding City had long been utterly rotten. Their habitual tyranny and their bullying of men and women alike had pushed the locals beyond endurance. If the Quan Family head had not been on good terms with the Xiao Clan, the lords of Nuoding City, their family would likely have been driven out long ago.

As an aside, the lord of Nuoding City was the father of Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-year student at Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy. In the near future, he would also have some dealings with Tang San and Xiao Wu.

After a full ten minutes of slapping, the three brothers had each been beaten into pig heads. Their own mothers probably would not have recognized them.

Once it was over, Ye Buqun's three Shadow Clones each delivered a flying kick, snapping the three men's waists.

Three successive cracks of breaking bones declared that they would never stand again. The three wailed in heart-wrenching agony, filled with boundless regret.

Why did we come here?

Why did we run into this boy?

There was no medicine for regret in this world. The three of them were practically crippled.

Even if they wanted revenge, their family's strongest member—their father—was only a Soul King. How could he possibly fight a Soul Saint?!

The three Quan brothers had always thought themselves no pushovers, but today, they had finally provoked someone they could never afford to provoke.

They had said they would beat the boy beyond recognition and cripple him, yet in the end, it all came true for themselves.

Seeing that they had been crippled, that this young man had an extraordinary background, and that everyone deeply hated them, the square-faced coachman straightened his back and said to the three men on the ground, "Do you know who this is? This Soul Saint is from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. You're in serious trouble now!"

Upon hearing that, the three Quan brothers fell into even deeper despair.

"Enough. No need to waste words on them. Let's go."

After Ye Buqun spoke, the coachman drove the carriage away at full speed—

A few days later, it was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's annual martial soul awakening ceremony.

As expected of one of the Upper Three Sects, it had nearly two thousand direct disciples alone!

At the main gates of the Blue Tyrant Clan stood carvings of two lifelike, incomparably mighty Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons, as though they were constantly reminding passersby—this was the strongest Beast Martial Soul in the world!

And that did indeed seem to be the case.

The Douluo Continent still spoke of the Upper Three Sects, but in truth, only two major sects remained worthy of mention.

The Blue Tyrant Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As for the Clear Sky Sect, because the Clear Sky Douluo had offended Spirit Hall, its sect master Tang Xiao could only lead the entire sect into seclusion.

Perhaps the world had gradually forgotten the Clear Sky Sect by now.

Thus, the Blue Tyrant Clan's prestige could be said to shake the entire continent!

The sect's territory was vast enough to rival a small city-state!

Today, the Blue Tyrant Clan's enormous courtyard was packed with people, resembling a massive army!

Every sect placed great importance on martial soul awakening ceremonies, and a great clan like the Blue Tyrant Clan valued it even more.

At the southern end of this enormous courtyard stood a grand hall—the ancestral shrine of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

A high platform had been erected before the ancestral shrine, upon which several elders sat.

At the center of the platform sat an old man in a blue robe, seated in a dragon-shaped grand chair. Though called an old man, he looked only around thirty. In reality, he was already over eighty years old.

He possessed a dignified appearance, and even sitting there, he radiated indescribable authority.

He was Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Yu Xiaogang's father!

Seated to Yu Yuanzhen's right was his younger brother, Yu Luomian, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's second-in-command.

Besides them, the Yu Family elders and invited guests had all arrived as well.

The host stepped forward and bowed to Yu Yuanzhen. "Patriarch, shall we begin?"

Yu Yuanzhen nodded. "Begin!"

With the patriarch's approval, the soul masters and children who had long been prepared stepped up to the testing platform, ready to awaken their martial souls.

The soul master responsible for awakening their martial souls was a direct disciple of the Blue Tyrant Clan. His name was Yu Ming, and he was a level 42 Soul Ancestor.

What no one knew was that a youth wearing a Clown Mask had already infiltrated the Blue Tyrant Clan and was observing everything from an inconspicuous corner—