Blue Lightning Qilin Child, Yu Xiaogang Completely Breaks Down

Buzz.

The light on the crystal ball flickered without warning.

Then, the white glow that had struggled with all its might to climb to the peak began to slowly... dim.

Everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan felt their hearts sink.

Could it be...

Could it still not work?

Just as the light was about to fade completely, just as everyone's hearts plunged into the abyss.

At the edge of the crowd, a petite figure suddenly crashed through a path.

It was Liu Erlong!

At that moment, every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was utterly captivated by the strange Martial Soul and Soul Power on the stage, and for a moment, they had neglected to stop her.

She charged straight onto the platform.

In her urgency to force her way through the crowd, she had already released her Martial Soul.

A faint trace of Fire Dragon aura drifted out as she drew near.

It was this very trace of aura!

Like a drop of boiling oil falling into blazing flames!

Buzz—!

The Golden Holy Dragon Hatchling behind Yu Xiaoheng, which had already become somewhat illusory, suddenly solidified!

The golden light atop its newly grown Dragon Horns intensified, and even its forepaws, which had still retained a few traces of pig hooves, gradually faded away, vaguely revealing the imposing shape of dragon claws!

At the same time!

Inside the crystal ball, the dimmed radiance suddenly brightened once more!

This time, there was not the slightest delay. Like a mountain flood that had been building for ages, it erupted with a roar!

The white light crushed through the barrier of Level Eight and a Half and slammed fiercely into the Level Nine mark!

"Boom!"

The entire venue fell utterly silent.

"Level... Level Nine!"

The elder overseeing the ceremony trembled so violently that his voice was barely recognizable. He nearly dropped to his knees before the crystal ball.

After breaking through Level Nine, the light's momentum clearly slowed, yet it continued to climb upward, inch by inch, stubbornly and visibly.

While Level Ten was unlikely, it could at least reach Level Nine and a Half Soul Power!

Dead silence.

Then came an uproar like mountains collapsing and seas roaring!

"Level Nine and a Half! It's Level Nine and a Half!"

"Heaven bless our clan! Heaven bless our clan!"

One moment ago, it had been hell—the clan's decline, its geniuses withering away.

The next, it was the heavens—turning the tide, a genius rising to glory!

The wild reversal left countless members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan completely overcome.

Many of the older clansmen were weeping openly, tears streaming down their faces until they could barely speak.

Amid the thunderous uproar, countless gazes gathered on Yu Xiaoheng once more.

But this time, there was not a trace of hatred in those eyes. There was only fanaticism and reverence.

"Level Nine and a Half! I'm not seeing things, am I? Level Nine and a Half Innate Soul Power!"

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has produced a peerless genius!"

"I told you, how could the Clan Leader's eldest son possibly be trash!"

The clansmen who had worn such contemptuous expressions before were now flushed with excitement, raising their arms and shouting.

Some who had once mocked Yu Xiaoheng even began slapping themselves across the face.

Beside the VIP Seats, the elders who had fainted from rage earlier were now supported by younger disciples as they staggered toward Yu Yuanzhen.

"Clan Leader! Your foresight is truly divine! Truly divine!"

One elder wept so hard that even his voice had changed pitch.

"Yes! It's fortunate that you arranged for Xiaoheng to awaken after Xiaogang! With that one move, you turned our clan's greatest humiliation into boundless glory!"

Another elder chimed in excitedly, "If Xiaoheng had awakened first, and Xiaogang had come after... then our clan truly would have lost all face!"

"That's right! Xiaoheng's Martial Soul may still look somewhat... unusual, but this is clearly the embryonic form of the Golden Holy Dragon recorded in our clan's ancient texts! It is absolutely evolving toward the Golden Holy Dragon!"

Yu Yuanzhen seemed not to hear the praise and admiration around him.

He stared fixedly at the adorable little dragon behind Yu Xiaoheng, which radiated endless sacred aura despite its harmless appearance.

After a long silence, his chest heaved violently, and an uncontrollable roar burst from his throat.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Three consecutive cries of "Good" shook the entire venue!

At that moment, his entire body trembled with excitement!

It was not merely because the clan's honor had been preserved. Level Nine and a Half Innate Soul Power! This was no longer simply a matter of saving face—it was a glory beyond measure!

Across the continent, such talent had already surpassed Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect among the current generation, second only to the astonishingly gifted Tang Hao!

More importantly...

His Xiaoheng, his son, could finally hold his head high. He would never again have to endure the hostility and scorn of the clan.

As a father, relief and pride instantly filled his chest.

However, Yu Yuanzhen's joy did not last long.

His gaze inadvertently swept toward the other side of the Martial Arts Arena.

Yu Xiaogang.

He stood there blankly, staring at the blinding light on the crystal ball, then at the Martial Soul behind Yu Xiaoheng—a creature that looked young and immature, yet radiated bright, holy aura.

He was completely dumbstruck.

Yu Yuanzhen's heart suddenly sank, then ached.

The overwhelming joy from moments ago was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly cooling more than half of it.

His lips moved, and he let out a complicated sigh before softly calling out:

"Xiaogang..."

But in the end, he could not move.

He was the Clan Leader. Before all the great figures of the world, he could not even step down from the platform at this moment to comfort his other son, who had suffered such a crushing blow.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's lost and broken appearance, Yu Yuanzhen felt as though his heart were bleeding.

On the Martial Arts Platform, the cheers surged like a tidal wave.

Yu Yuanzhen's complicated cry of "Xiaogang..." was instantly swallowed by the frenzied roar of the crowd.

In the Martial Arts Arena, who would care about a failure?

Everyone's gaze remained fixed on Yu Xiaoheng, as though they were worshipping a god ascending to the heavens.

Yu Xiaogang, once hailed as the chosen son of heaven, now resembled an abandoned child no one cared for, utterly forgotten in a corner.

A crisp voice pierced the clamor—and pierced Yu Xiaogang's eardrums as well.

"Just as I thought, Brother Xiaoheng is the best!"

Liu Erlong lifted her little face and looked at Yu Xiaoheng's back, her eyes brimming with undisguised admiration and joy.

Then, as if recalling something, she abruptly turned her head and glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, childish hostility flashing in her eyes.

"You think you can take me away and stop me from following Brother Xiaoheng? Dream on!"

"You're a bad person, and your Martial Soul is a pig!"

Children spoke without restraint, and their words hurt the most.

Those few sentences were like poisoned blades, stabbing viciously into Yu Xiaogang's already crumbling heart.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of bloody foam burst from his lips and splattered onto the ground, a horrifying sight.

Yu Xiaogang's vision darkened and his body swayed, but he still used every ounce of strength to scream madly:

"Impossible! Fake! It's all fake!"

"This is a scam! Yu Xiaoheng must have used some trick to deceive everyone! You've all been fooled by him!"

He looked utterly deranged, completely losing control.

But this time, no one would indulge him anymore.

"Shut up!"

Several Blue Lightning clansmen did not even need to be commanded before they surrounded him with grim expressions.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang still struggling desperately, one of them showed no mercy and raised his hand, delivering a loud slap across his face.