Yu Yuanting's words were like a fuse, completely igniting the Fire Qi Liu Erlong had been suppressing all day.
She had already been nursing her anger over Shrek Academy. On the way here, she had been stopped time and again—first verbally humiliated by the guards at the entrance, and now blocked outside by this self-proclaimed elder and lectured. She had never been a patient person to begin with; enduring this much at the gate already counted as remarkable restraint.
She did not reply. Instead, she took a step forward, fully releasing her Fire Dragon Martial Soul.
A crimson dragon phantom abruptly swelled behind her. Its body coiled, its head lowered, and a pair of reddish-gold dragon eyes stared coldly ahead.
Eight soul rings lit up beneath Liu Erlong's feet in succession—two yellow, two purple, and four black. The pressure of a Soul Douluo spread out without restraint, enveloping Yu Yuanting.
The air suddenly became heavy and scorching. Gravel on the ground trembled under the pressure, and even the wind through the valley was cut off for a moment.
Her voice was not loud, but it carried unmistakable contempt and fury. "A mere Soul Saint dares block a Soul Douluo's path? Who gave you the nerve?"
Yu Yuanting swayed slightly beneath that pressure. Fine cracks spread across the stone slabs beneath his feet, yet the Dragon Subduing Cudgel in his hand remained held across his body. His lips twitched. "You think a single Soul Douluo can force her way into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Aren't you taking yourself too seriously? Kneel and apologize now, and I might still put in a good word for you. Once the clan's experts arrive, this won't be so easily settled."
Liu Erlong did not respond. She merely took another step forward.
The pressure