Yu Xiaotian Reaches 18th Rank, Yu Xiaogang Breaks Down!

Just as Yu Xiaogang was moved by his own sentiment—

[The Sky Screen shifts.]

[White World, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.]

[Three months—with top-tier resources at his disposal, Yu Xiaotian had undergone a complete transformation.]

[During this time, the gates of Yu Xiaotian's courtyard remained tightly shut.]

[A faint, peculiar fragrance wafted out.]

[That was the lingering essence of the Holy Light Glazed Flower being refined!]

[Roar—!!!]

[A resounding dragon cry shook heaven and earth.]

[Many sect disciples who were cultivating felt their martial souls tremble uncontrollably.]

[It was a suppression born from the depths of their bloodline.]

[The Three-Eyed Demon that had once stood beside Yu Xiaotian had undergone a dramatic change.]

[By his side, the formerly pudgy creature that could only attack by farting had now transformed beyond recognition.]

[Though it had already begun to metamorphose into a young Golden Sacred Dragon before, its form had not been distinct.]

[Now, while its size was still not enormous,]

[it was covered in thick golden dragon scales, with dragon horns sprouting from its head.]

[Every single scale seemed to contain explosive power.]

[Those once adorably dull eyes now brimmed with intelligence and majesty.]

[Thanks to the Holy Light Glazed Flower, the Three-Eyed Demon had completed its transformation.]

[The young Golden Sacred Dragon's form had stabilized.]

[As for Yu Xiaotian himself, his soul power surged around him, clearly reaching the 18th Rank.]

[Eight years old! 18th Rank! What a terrifying concept!]

[In the history of the Douluo Continent, this was a rarity!]

[Yu Xiaotian clenched his fist slightly, pale golden soul power dancing between his fingers.]

[Feeling the surging soul power within him, the corner of his mouth curled into a confident arc.]

[Even with Innate Full Soul Power, such rapid advancement after the First Soul Ring was impossible.]

[But Yu Xiaotian did not become complacent!]

["I have the power. I have the realm."]

[Yet he possessed only soul power—he lacked real combat experience!]

[Yu Xiaotian stroked the dragon horn of the Three-Eyed Demon, a glint of battlelust flashing in his eyes.]

[The demon lowered its head, nuzzling his palm affectionately.]

[A low dragon rumble came from its throat, as if answering its master's fighting spirit!]

["All talk and no practice is just a sham."]

["Without being tempered by blood, one is nothing but a Flower in a Greenhouse—snapped with a single bend."]

[At that moment, inside the sect's meeting hall,]

[an invitation from Thunder Academy lay on the table.]

Black World.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Impossible!!!"

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the Sky Screen.

His eyes were about to pop out, bloodshot and bulging.

His entire face twisted in fury.

With trembling hands, he subconsciously summoned his own martial soul.

"Luo luo..."

The Three-Eyed Demon appeared at his feet.

It stared at its master stupidly.

Not knowing why its master was so angry, it simply rubbed against his leg out of instinct.

Yu Xiaogang looked down.

At his own Three-Eyed Demon.

At those stubby limbs, that ridiculous pig-like snout, that attack method limited to farting.

He looked up again.

He gazed at the majestic Golden Sacred Dragon in the Sky Screen, whose dragon roar had shaken the entire sect.

It was also Three-Eyed Demon.

Also a mutation.

Why?

Why was there such a chasm between heaven and earth?!

Yu Xiaogang's mentality completely collapsed!

"Why? Why?!"

He kicked Three-Eyed Demon away from his feet.

Three-Eyed Demon rolled to the side in grievance, letting out whining sounds.

"That was also Three-Eyed Demon! That's my martial soul!"

"Why, in his world, could Three-Eyed Demon become a real dragon, while mine is only a pig?!"

"Golden Sacred Dragon—that's the Golden Sacred Dragon I've dreamed of evolving into!"

"That's a luxury I never even dared to hope for!"

For years.

He had written countless theories, telling the world.

Martial soul mutations were uncontrollable, a matter of probability.

It was his bad luck, heaven's injustice to him.

But now, the Sky Screen brutally tore the truth open and slapped it hard in his face:

This wasn't a luck problem!

This was a brain problem!

It was because he was stupid!

Because he didn't have the vision to seek out rare herbs!

Because he didn't have the ability to utilize resources!

The resources were right there in Martial Soul Hall, but he didn't know to look for them.

What crushed him even more was the rank.

[8 years old, 18th Rank.]

He, Yu Xiaogang, even at his current age.

Had only barely broken through the 30th Rank barrier!

It had taken him decades!

And Yu Xiaotian, at 8 years old, had already walked half his life's path!

"He relied on medicine! Right! He's a potion junkie!"

"This kind of soul power boosted by drugs must have a shaky foundation!"

"It definitely has no combat ability! It shatters at the slightest touch!"

He was like a drowning man.

Desperately trying to grab even a single straw to prove his own superiority.

Just then, the words [Thunder Academy Exchange Match] appeared in the scene.

A glimmer of light suddenly sparked in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

That's right!

He remembered!

Around the time he was eight or nine.

There really was an exchange match with Thunder Academy!

Back then, his father Yu Yuanzhen, to protect him, had specifically withdrawn him from this match and didn't let him go.

Because it was real combat, a fight where fists met flesh.

Though he regretted not being able to show off his theories, he also secretly felt relieved he didn't have to get beaten up.

Thinking about it now...

That Yu Xiaotian in the Sky Screen was only eight years old!

In his view, the proud Yu Xiaotian would definitely go!

And even so, Yu Xiaotian, at eight, was going to participate in this kind of real combat exchange against youths all fifteen or sixteen?

What kind of place did he think Thunder Academy was?

Those were the reserves of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, all of them arrogant, violence-worshipping Thunder Soul Masters!

Wasn't this just asking for a beating?

A faint smile curled at the corner of Yu Xiaogang's lips.

"Heh, Yu Xiaotian, you're clever, but you're too arrogant."

"Since you want to show off like this, if you want a voice, you'll definitely go. But I know all too well how ruthless those Thunder Academy people can be."

"You're just an eight-year-old kid. Can you really defy the heavens?"

"I'll be watching the show closely."

"Let's see how you get beaten until your teeth scatter across the floor!"

A twisted sense of anticipation.

Kept Yu Xiaogang's eyes locked on the Sky Screen!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

In the meeting hall.

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the Sect Master's seat.

He stared at the golden young dragon on the Sky Screen, frozen in place.

"Golden Sacred Dragon..."

The Grand Elder's voice was bone-dry.

"That Yu Xiaotian actually cultivated it all by himself?"

"Using just one medicinal herb?"

Everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward the hall's entrance.

In that direction was Yu Xiaogang's residence.

Both were Three-Eyed Demons.

One was a pig that only farted, the other a dragon that shook the world.

Such a vast gap left every elder feeling a tightness in their chests.

"If... if we had been able to back then..."

Yu Luomian muttered to himself, but he shut his mouth before finishing.

There was no if.

Their Yu Xiaogang didn't have the brains to seek out Martial Soul Hall.

Nor did he have the guts to complete a heaven-defying fate change at eight years old.

Shrek Academy.

Tang San watched the Sky Screen, utterly unsettled.

His pride—the Mysterious Heaven Skill, his pride—the Twin Martial Souls.

At this moment, before an eight-year-old 18th Rank, they all seemed to pale in comparison.