Yu Xiaogang's Clumsy Imitation, Yu Xiaotian's Great Breakthrough in Spirit Power!

Yu Xiaogang said with absolute certainty:

"As long as the resources are provided, I can definitely do it!"

"In three months, I will definitely break through to level thirty!"

"Whatever Yu Xiaotian from that world can do, I can do as well!"

Yu Yuanzhen: ...

Yu Luomian: ...

The numerous elders: ...

They truly grasped the meaning of "an ugly woman mimicking a beauty" today!

The elders couldn't even be bothered to say much more.

Although the sight of Yu Xiaogang annoyed them, with benefits on the line, they held their noses and accepted it.

The farce was temporarily quelled through the exchange of interests.

If another Golden Sacred Dragon could truly be produced, their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would rise once again.

On the other side.

White World.

Yu Xiaogang had come to terms with everything by now.

He decided to make a clean break from his parallel-world self.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Xiaotian and couldn't help but say:

"Big Brother, you should look at your Sky Screen to cleanse your eyes."

Yu Xiaotian watched as the Sky Screen returned to the White World.

He couldn't help but feel very surprised.

He had thought it would show a bit more of Yu Xiaogang's antics.

[White World]

[The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon begins its soul hunt]

["Young Master, we have discovered a four-hundred-year-old Iron Armored Dragon ahead."]

Yu Xiaotian merely glanced at it indifferently, shaking his head as he said, "Too weak. It's not worthy of my Three-Eyed Demon."

"Then what about this six-hundred-year-old Swift Wind Dragon?"

"Too fragile. What I want is ultimate strength and predation."

The audience in the Black World watched this scene unfold.

Their hearts were filled with a complex mix of emotions.

"Look at him, he doesn't even want a four-hundred-year-old Iron Armored Dragon."

"Now look at our Yu Xiaogang over here, getting excited like an idiot over a four-hundred-year-old Butt Pig."

Finally, the target appeared.

Deep within that Soul Hunting Forest.

A giant beast covered in scales, with barbs growing along its back and exuding a bloody aura, was feeding.

That was a Devouring Dragon!

And it was a mutated Devouring Dragon with twelve hundred years of cultivation!

Beneath its feet lay the corpse of a two-thousand-year-old Sabertooth Tiger King that had just breathed its last.

It suddenly inhaled sharply, and the dense soul power from the Sabertooth Tiger King transformed into a visible crimson torrent, which the beast swallowed in a single gulp!

"Hiss—!"

The audiences of both the Black and White Worlds gasped in unison.

A two-thousand-year-old Tiger King was like a mere plaything before it.

This level of ferocity had long since transcended the category of ordinary thousand-year soul beasts.

It was even comparable to an average ten-thousand-year soul beast!

"This is the one."

"Father, Elders, assist me!"

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Thunder descended as the Elders moved to suppress it.

But this Devouring Dragon was incredibly fierce; even while being suppressed by several Soul Douluos, it roared madly, attempting to self-destruct.

However, it was casually suppressed by Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Xiaotian held his short sword, his figure moving like lightning as he precisely pierced the Devouring Dragon's weak point.

Clean and efficient, a one-hit kill!

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang of the Black World felt his face twitch.

He remembered when he had killed that Butt Pig.

He had only made his move after the pig was scared into peeing itself, and he had still managed to slash it crookedly several times.

A purple spirit ring slowly rose.

This was a terrifying age, nearly three times the limit for a first spirit ring! And it came from the incredibly powerful Devouring Dragon!

Yu Xiaotian sat cross-legged, guiding the spirit ring into his body with his spirit power.

Boom!

Even through the Sky Screen, everyone could feel the terrifying shockwave that erupted in that instant.

Yu Xiaotian's body tensed up instantly, and fine beads of blood seeped out from the surface of his skin; his meridians were under immense pressure.

His brows were locked in a tight frown, his face pale—he was clearly enduring an impact unimaginable to ordinary people.

The remnant soul of the Devouring Dragon roared frantically within his Sea of Consciousness: "Devour! I will devour you!"

But Yu Xiaotian did not retreat; his will was as firm as a rock.

"A mere remnant soul dares to act so insolently?"

"My martial soul is the Golden Sacred Dragon! Kneel before me!"

ROAR—!

A dragon roar from the ancient past erupted from within Yu Xiaotian.

It was the phantom of the Golden Sacred Dragon!

Devour! Refine! Merge!

The spirit ring settled into place!

Yu Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.

His spirit power fluctuated, erupting like a geyser!

An elder exclaimed, "He's broken through the level ten bottleneck!"

But this was merely the beginning.

The fluctuations showed no signs of stopping.

Yu Xiaotian broke through the level eleven barrier with the force of a bamboo being split.

With another muffled thud, the soul power fluctuations surged once more.

They settled firmly at the level twelve mark!

The elders' faces lit up with joy, and they nodded in admiration one after another.

"Two levels in one jump!"

"The Young Master has leaped over two levels directly, reaching level twelve!"

"This is a rare achievement even in our family's history!"

Yu Yuanzhen stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Good! Starting at level twelve with such a solid foundation, his future is limitless!"

Yu Xiaogang was left completely numb; how could his own brother be this strong?

However, just as everyone thought the dust had settled and were preparing to step forward to offer their congratulations, a sudden change occurred.

The phantom of the Golden Sacred Dragon within Yu Xiaotian suddenly roared again.

The soul ring, which had already calmed down, began to spin frantically once more.

Before the Devouring Dragon had died, it had just consumed a two-thousand-year-old Sabertooth Tiger King.

That massive amount of undigested essence blood energy was now being thoroughly squeezed out by the Golden Sacred Dragon, transforming into one final, pure burst of momentum.

BOOM—!

The originally stable level twelve soul power fluctuations surged upward again, rising by another notch in an incredible display.

The air vibrated, and light manifested.

Finally, the aura stabilized completely.

Soul Power Level—thirteen!

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

The elders who were just praising him, saying "Level 12 is not bad," had their smiles freeze on their faces.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"This... how is this possible?!"

"Level 13?! He soared three levels just by absorbing a first soul ring? Is he even human?"

"To think that Devouring Dragon still held such terrifying residual power within it?"

"This is the Young Master's accumulation finally erupting to its absolute limit!"

Yu Xiaogang in the Black World was completely numb.

He opened his mouth wide, his fingers hanging limply at his sides.

"Level 13, he started at Level 13..."

"We are at the same starting line, yet there is such a massive gap between us?"

At this moment, Yu Xiaotian let out a long breath, the power within his body surging abnormally.

An unprecedented sense of hunger struck his heart.

It was not a hunger of the stomach, but his Martial Soul's extreme craving for energy.

He looked at the world around him, and it was as if he didn't see trees, flowers, or grass, but rather clusters of delicious energy.

"Xiaotian!"

Yu Yuanzhen stepped forward eagerly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Quick! Show us your First Soul Skill!"

What kind of soul skill could a 1,200-year-old mutated Devouring Dragon possibly bestow upon Yu Xiaotian?

Yu Yuanzhen felt as if someone were scratching at his heart.

He couldn't wait!

The elders also crowded around one after another!

At this moment, even the spectators in both the Black and White Worlds held their breath.