Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Humiliated Beyond Measure!

My Martial Soul...

How could it be a pig?

Trembling, he pressed his palm against the awakening stone before him once more.

A faint gleam flashed past.

But at that moment—

The clan elder overseeing the awakening shattered his last hope with a dry voice.

"Xiaogang, you have... completed your awakening."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire Martial Arts Arena.

The clamor came to an abrupt halt.

Every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood frozen, as if struck by a binding spell.

That pig... was Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul?!

"Pfft!"

In the VIP Seats, some young disciples from Spirit Hall and the Upper Three Sects finally failed to hold it in and burst out laughing. They hastily covered their mouths, but their shoulders shook violently.

They understood that an unusual Martial Soul form did not necessarily mean it was weak.

But this was simply... too ridiculous.

The genius the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had invested all its resources in and pinned its hopes on had awakened a pig?

"Then... then what about his Innate Soul Power? What level is it?"

A member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cried out in despair, his voice breaking as he asked the question everyone cared about most.

Yu Yuanzhen leaned forward slightly, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he stared fixedly at the arena.

Even if the Martial Soul had mutated, there was still hope as long as his Innate Soul Power was high enough!

The elder's expression grew even uglier as he spoke with difficulty.

"It was... already tested."

The elder took a deep breath, his voice carrying a deathly air.

"When Young Master Xiaogang placed his hand on the crystal ball for the second time, it was noon, when the sunlight was at its strongest. The glow on that crystal ball... was far too faint. If this old man had not examined it carefully, I would have almost failed to notice it."

His words made everyone's hearts sink.

Then the elder uttered words that sounded like a sentence of judgment.

"Innate Soul Power, Level 0.7."

The words fell.

In the shadows, Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks.

He shook his head slightly.

Once, as his elder brother, he had forced Yu Xiaogang to train for a time and had even given him some herbs to strengthen his body.

But as Yu Xiaogang grew older, he came to look down more and more on Yu Xiaoheng, his "useless" elder brother.

Naturally, the subsequent training and conditioning were forced to stop as well...

At the same time, in the Martial Arts Arena.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the elder.

"What... did you say?"

The elder repeated expressionlessly, "Level 0.7."

Boom—!

It was as if a massive hammer had smashed viciously into the hearts of every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Level 0.7?

Not even Level One?!

This... this was no longer mere trash. He was a worthless wretch who did not even qualify to become a soul master!

After a brief deathly silence, the suppressed snickering in the VIP Seats could no longer be contained, erupting into thunderous laughter.

"Hahaha! Level 0.7? A Pig Spirit? This is the once-in-a-century genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"I'm dying! I could pick any child from some rural village, and their awakened Soul Power would be higher than his!"

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? More like Blue Lightning Tyrant Pig! Hahaha!"

It was not that they lacked manners. They simply could not hold it in any longer.

You Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons were just too hilarious, weren't you??

You even made such a grand show of inviting us to witness this.

This was it??

Then fine, we admitted it—you really did make us laugh!

Those voices were like poisoned steel needles stabbing into the ears of every Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member.

Their faces turned from white to green, then from green to purple, as boundless humiliation threatened to drown them.

Finally, one clan elder could endure no more. He pointed at Yu Xiaogang in the arena, trembling with rage.

"Wretch! How many resources has the clan poured into you? How much hope did we place in you? And this is how you repay the clan?!"

"You have utterly disgraced our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"No! It's fake! It's all fake!"

Yu Xiaogang completely broke down. He looked insane as he babbled incoherently.

"You're lying to me! I'm dreaming! This must be a nightmare!"

Instinctively, he looked toward his father on the raised platform. That was his final hope.

But what he saw was a soulless shell on the verge of collapse.

Yu Yuanzhen stood there blankly, his body swaying as though he might topple over at any moment.

For today, to display the majesty of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had invited the Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall to witness the ceremony.

He had originally intended to use his genius second son to at least suppress the limelight of the Clear Sky Sect Twin Stars!

But now?

Dignity?

Gone without a trace.

Majesty?

Reduced to a joke.

This was no longer merely losing face. It was stripping the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's centuries of glory bare, throwing it naked onto the ground, and letting everyone trample it at will.

The ultimate humiliation!

This was an ultimate humiliation the clan had never suffered since its founding!

In the VIP Seats, the muscles on the faces of Ning Zhenyuan from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Tang Wei from the Clear Sky Sect twitched.

The two exchanged a glance and saw the forcibly suppressed amusement in each other's eyes.

Quietly, beneath the cover of their sleeves, they each gave their own thigh a vicious pinch.

The sharp pain finally forced the laughter that was about to burst forth back down.

"Sect Master Yu, please accept our condolences."

Ning Zhenyuan cleared his throat and forced out an expression of profound regret.

"Spirit Awakening is full of unpredictable variables. No one can foresee the outcome. Nephew Xiaogang... perhaps he was merely a little unlucky."

"Indeed," Tang Wei echoed, "the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has deep foundations. I trust it will not be shaken by this."

Though they spoke thus, they were already laughing their hearts out inside.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had made such a huge spectacle of this.

And Yu Xiaogang had caused such a mess before his awakening.

So the farce had not ended.

The comedy had only just begun!

Yu Yuanzhen's face was pale as paper. His lips moved, but not a single word came out.

All he could do was cup his hands weakly toward them.

Things had come to this. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had already become the laughingstock of the entire continent.

What else could he say?

Yet everyone present was a person of standing.

The two from the Upper Three Sects aside, Qian Xunji of Spirit Hall wore a faintly amused expression, but Yu Yuanzhen did not dare act out.

This was someone he could not afford to offend.

In an instant, this ambitious sect master seemed to have aged ten years as he sat there.

Yu Xiaogang was finished...

Was the next generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan truly going to wither away like this?

Yu Yuanzhen's heart sank to rock bottom.

In his despair, a small, thin figure in the corner suddenly flashed through his mind.

Liu Erlong.

A Level Eight Innate Mutated Fire Dragon Martial Soul!

A sudden sense of relief after surviving a disaster surged up in his heart.

Fortunately... fortunately, there was still Liu Erlong!

Otherwise, the clan's future truly would have been nothing but darkness!

He suddenly recalled his eldest son, Yu Xiaoheng.

That son who had been so unambitious since childhood, who only knew how to fiddle with jars and bottles, run little businesses, or train his body like some brute.

If not for him bringing Liu Erlong, that clan bloodline left outside, back...

Today, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might not even have its last shred of dignity left.