Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the Third Sect!

Rumble—

In the sky, the two figures separated. Tang Zhen looked extremely bedraggled, his shirt having been blasted away by lightning, exposing his muscular body.

On the other side, Yu Yuanzhen... "Pfft!" Yu Yuanzhen spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, looking equally disheveled.

"The Sect Master is mighty!"

The Clear Sky Sect members were immensely excited. Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Tang Yuehua, Tang Zhen's three children, admired their father even more.

"Hmph! What stray cats and dogs dare to compete with my Clear Sky Sect for the position of the number one sect!" Tang Lie sneered loudly.

Not far away, Yu Luomian roared in fury, "Tang Lie, what did you say?!"

Since Yu Yuanzhen had already been injured, morale on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's side had begun to waver. Tang Lie's words directly made Yu Luomian explode.

"Hmph! Didn't you hear me clearly? What is it, Yu Luomian? Do you want to have a taste of my Clear Sky Hammer?"

Eight Spirit Rings emerged around Tang Lie. A crimson Clear Sky Hammer brimming with fire attribute energy appeared in his hand.

Yu Luomian's face darkened, and he stopped responding to Tang Lie. Yu Luomian and Tang Lie were not far apart in age, with Tang Lie perhaps only a few years older, but there was an enormous gap in their strength.

Yu Luomian's Spirit Power was currently Rank 75, while Tang Lie's was Rank 83. If Yu Luomian dared to make a move, Tang Lie would definitely hammer him to death.

Tang Lie's talent was exceptional. Among the Clear Sky Sect's elders, his talent was the best. His son was also highly talented, with Innate Soul Power reaching Rank 9, comparable to Tang Xiao's.

Tang Zhen also intended to nurture the Seventh Elder's branch. Among all the elders, the Seventh Elder had the potential to reach Rank 95. After all, he was young, only a little more than a dozen years older than Tang Xiao.

Being young was capital. The other elders might only reach the level of ordinary Titled Douluo in their lifetimes, but Tang Lie might be able to go further. Of course, that still depended on himself.

In the sky, Tang Zhen stared coldly at Yu Yuanzhen. "Yu Yuanzhen, admit defeat. There's no shame in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon losing to the Clear Sky Hammer, just like how the Tyrant Dragon Douluo lost to my father back then.

Your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is still the number one beast Spirit in the world, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is still one of the Upper Three Sects!"

Tang Zhen was in extraordinarily good condition now. Some of the older people could even see a trace of Tang Chen's bearing in him.

Below, Qian Xunji narrowed his eyes as he watched Tang Zhen, pondering something inwardly.

"In your dreams!"

Yu Yuanzhen flew into a rage. Admitting defeat would be an insult to a dragon's pride, an insult to the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could be defeated, but it would never surrender!

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes turned blood-red as he recalled the words the Tyrant Dragon Douluo had spoken when he left the sect and entrusted the entire sect to him.

"Yuanzhen, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is in your hands now. Your talent is excellent, ranking among the best in the sect's entire history. It's a pity this old man is useless and cannot give you a 100,000-year Spirit Ring.

Yuanzhen, lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan toward glory. You are better than I am. I believe in you..."

"Old Sect Master..." Yu Yuanzhen recalled the Tyrant Dragon Douluo's words. By now, he was nearly exhausted, but his unyielding will took control of his body.

"Tang Zhen, you want this old man to admit defeat? You're not qualified! Take this! Ninth Spirit Skill!"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon that Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into flapped its dragon wings and soared into the sky, drawing upon the thunderclouds above as it prepared to unleash its final move!

"Ninth Spirit Skill! True Dragon's Wrath, Sound Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into grew even larger, its entire body filled with violent lightning. His aura was overwhelmingly powerful, as if they were facing the Thunder God himself!

The beast Spirits in the spectator stands seemed to sense something—a suppression from a superior being. This was especially apparent for Spirit Beasts with Dragon Clan bloodlines.

Long Fei, for instance, was trembling all over. Although his Dark Demonic Flood Dragon Spirit possessed a trace of Dark Holy Dragon bloodline, it could not compare to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

The Dark Demonic Flood Dragon was, at most, a sub-dragon species Spirit. It was vastly different from a True Dragon Species, especially when Yu Yuanzhen's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline was even purer.

Even the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan fell to both knees and worshipped their invincible Sect Master!

"Hm?" Chen Xilin sensed the provocation from that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in the sky! His Dark Holy Dragon automatically possessed him, forming a phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon around Chen Xilin.

The Dark Holy Dragon's Dragon Eye fixed intently on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in the sky, and Chen Xilin sensed the changes in his Spirit.

He felt many emotions—anger, excitement, frenzy, and more. The Dark Holy Dragon had only one goal: tear apart that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and bathe in its Dragon Blood.

"Fine, there'll be a chance." Chen Xilin soothed the Dark Holy Dragon. The Dark Holy Dragon phantom then dispersed and returned to Chen Xilin's body.

Chen Xilin looked around to see whether anyone had noticed his earlier abnormality.

Chen Xilin did not realize that someone had noticed it—the person seated highest in the stands, Qian Xunji.

"So he's here. But the appearance doesn't match. Is it some Concealment Spirit Skill?" Qian Xunji's gaze sharpened, as though he had thought of something. He then transmitted his voice to the Hall Guardian Douluo beside him.

The Hall Guardian Douluo left shortly afterward, while Qian Xunji turned his gaze back to the sky.

In the sky, Tang Zhen watched Yu Yuanzhen unleash his final strike, and the passion in his blood, long cooled, ignited once more!

"Ninth Spirit Skill, Shake Heaven!"

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Zhen's hand grew incomparably enormous once again. Carrying an unparalleled momentum, it swung toward Yu Yuanzhen.

Rumble—

Two astonishing streams of black and blue light intertwined, immediately erupting into a massive explosion as a mushroom cloud rose into the air.

Qian Xunji stood up from the spectator stands, his hands clasped behind his back. The Six-winged Angel Spirit emerged, and nine Spirit Rings appeared—two yellow, two purple, and five black!

"Eighth Spirit Skill, Angel's Blessing!"

The Six-winged Angel behind Qian Xunji unleashed an enormous golden barrier, shielding the many Spirit Masters in the stands.

With this silent gesture, Qian Xunji once again elevated Spirit Hall's prestige.

In the sky, Black light pierced through the blue lightning, directly restoring the cloud-choked heavens to their original bright sunshine. Most experts knew that Yu Yuanzhen had lost.

Before long, a figure fell from the sky—it was Yu Yuanzhen, who had lost his ability to fight.

"Clan Leader! Clan Leader!"

The people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan felt as though the sky had collapsed. Their invincible Clan Leader had been defeated just like that. Their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had lost all hope of becoming the number one sect; they might not even be able to hold onto second place.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still had two Titled Douluo who had yet to take the field.

The people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan hurriedly had healing-type Spirit Masters treat Yu Yuanzhen. Time waited for no one—falling from the second-ranked sect to the third would be a true humiliation.

Tang Zhen likewise returned to his sect's position, and outwardly, he did not seem seriously injured.

"Yang Wudi, quickly! The medicine!"

But the elders familiar with Tang Zhen all knew he was forcing himself to hold on. He had expended a great deal, and his condition might have worsened further.

Yang Wudi came over, took out several porcelain bottles, poured out a few Elixirs, and handed them to Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen swallowed the Elixirs and closed his eyes to rest. This battle had been much harder than he had expected, and he had nearly capsized. Fortunately, Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power Level was lower than his. At the same level, Tang Zhen felt he would not have been Yu Yuanzhen's match.