Wei Yuan's Projection Overwhelmed Yu Yuanzhen, the Terror of the Ancestor of Sub-Dragons!

Immediately afterward, the golden Sky Screen in the sky stretched outward without limit, transforming into an enormous arena spanning the heavens.

The arena was formed of Golden Light, with clouds and mist swirling around its edges, radiating holiness and majesty.

On one side of the Arena, Yu Yuanzhen's figure appeared.

He was broad and imposing, his aura tyrannical. Nine soul rings rose around him, emanating a suffocating pressure.

On the other side of the Arena, light and shadow gathered as the figure of a handsome young man dressed in black, his eyes as tranquil as a sea of stars, slowly took shape.

It was Wei Yuan's projection!

Nine soul rings likewise rose beneath Wei Yuan's feet. Their configuration was identical to Yu Yuanzhen's, and his Soul Power Level was clearly displayed as level 95.

"Come!"

Yu Yuanzhen roared and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately assumed his strongest form.

"Secret technique, Dragon Transformation!"

In an instant, raging lightning engulfed Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Yuanzhen's body rapidly expanded amid the lightning. Blue Dragon Scales covered his entire body as he transformed into a true Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon dozens of meters tall!

"Roar—!"

The Dragon Roar shook the heavens as Yu Yuanzhen charged fiercely toward Wei Yuan's projection, carrying boundless thunder with him!

Facing this world-destroying strike, Wei Yuan's projection merely stood there calmly. He did not even activate his Martial Soul Avatar.

Wei Yuan merely slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of Purple-Gold flame quietly ignited in his palm.

The flame was not large, yet it seemed to contain the terrifying power to burn all things to ash.

"The gap between bloodlines cannot be bridged by rank."

A calm, indifferent voice came from Wei Yuan's projection and echoed throughout the Sky Curtain Arena.

In the next moment, the thunder giant dragon Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into collided violently with that tiny Purple-Gold flame!

The entire Sky Curtain Arena was instantly swallowed by blue and purple radiance!

Yet the anticipated earth-shaking clash of energy and Explosion Sound never came.

At the center of that blinding light, a scene unfolded that no Soul Master on the entire Douluo Continent could comprehend.

The raging lightning of the thunder giant dragon Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into, lightning capable of tearing apart mountain ranges and evaporating rivers.

The instant it came into contact with that tiny Purple-Gold flame, it was like ice and snow meeting its nemesis, emitting a sizzling sound.

It rapidly melted away and vanished!

This was not a contest of energy levels, but an absolute suppression originating from Life Origin itself!

"Roar...?"

For the first time, Yu Yuanzhen's Dragon Roar carried terror and confusion.

He could clearly feel an irresistible trembling and urge to submit rising from the Depth of Bloodline.

His Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, the proud existence hailed as the Number one beast martial soul under heaven.

At this moment, it let out a mournful cry, as though it had encountered its monarch and Progenitor!

After devouring all the lightning, that Purple-Gold flame did not dissipate.

Instead, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it gently imprinted itself upon the thunder giant dragon's forehead.

There was no explosion, no impact.

The instant the flame left its mark, it turned into countless Purple-Gold threads that spread like lightning across its entire body through the gaps in the Dragon Scales!

"Awooo—!"

A Dragon Roar filled with pain and terror rang out through the clouds, shrill beyond measure.

Before the Horrified eyes of countless people across the continent, that majestic Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon true form, dozens of meters tall.

The blue Dragon Scales covering its entire body began to crumble inch by inch from the places entangled by the Purple-Gold threads, turning into the purest points of Soul Power and scattering into the air!

Yu Yuanzhen's massive Dragon Body trembled violently. He wanted to struggle, to mobilize his Soul Power and resist.

Yet he discovered that his Soul Power seemed frozen. The fear rising from the Depth of Bloodline made it incomparably difficult even to maintain his Martial Soul Avatar.

"No... impossible! My Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon... how could this..."

Yu Yuanzhen's consciousness roared, but his body was collapsing.

In just three breaths.

The once invincible thunder giant dragon was completely dismantled and dispersed from head to tail beneath the erosion of the Purple-Gold flame.

The light faded.

Everything on the Sky Curtain Arena returned to calm.

Wei Yuan's projection still stood quietly in place, as though he had never moved. Not even a wrinkle had appeared on his clothes.

A hundred meters away from him, Yu Yuanzhen had already returned to human form.

Yu Yuanzhen knelt on one knee, using the dragon staff in his hand to support his tottering body as he panted heavily.

Yu Yuanzhen's face was pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented terror and devastation.

He had lost.

With the same rank and the same soul ring configuration, he had even used his strongest ninth soul skill, while his opponent had merely raised a hand.

This was a... no, it could not even be called a battle.

This was a judgment.

An absolute judgment passed by a higher bloodline upon an inferior one.

Wei Yuan's projection quietly glanced at him. There was no mockery in his gaze, nor any pity, only indifference.

As though he were stating a matter-of-fact truth.

Then, beneath the gaze of countless onlookers, that handsome figure slowly turned into golden points of light filling the sky and vanished.

The Arena disappeared with it, and the sky returned to its azure blue.

But the entire Douluo Continent fell into deathly silence.

Everyone was shocked by the utterly overwhelming scene they had just witnessed and could not speak for a long time.

At the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's residence, every clansman's face was ashen.

Their proud Martial Soul, their clan leader, had been so easily defeated.

The pride rooted in their bloodline was shattered to pieces at that moment.

Shrek Academy.

Master Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened. His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

More than anyone else, he understood what that scene had just meant.

"Bloodline Suppression... no, this is Dominance of bloodline!"

The Master's voice trembled with excitement.

"In my theories, elemental restraint and Soul Power Level are the keys to determining victory and defeat.

But today... I witnessed something above all of that—bloodline hierarchy!

Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon... Ancestor of Sub-Dragons... so this is the weight carried by the word 'ancestor'!"

Tang San took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with solemnity.

He thought of his Blue Silver Emperor, which likewise held absolute suppression over ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

But the suppression Wei Yuan's Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon held over the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon was clearly far more terrifying.

It was a dominion bordering on "eradication."

"Wei Yuan..."

Tang San murmured the name. For the first time, this name that had existed only in legends left a mark in his heart as heavy as a mountain.

Tang San realized that what he would face in the future was not merely Spirit Hall, not merely gods, but perhaps also these terrifying existences from ancient legends that had long surpassed mortal comprehension.

Why was Wei Yuan mentioned so frequently by this Sky Screen?

Why would the Sky Screen pay such attention to a dead man?

Could it be that Wei Yuan was not completely dead, and might one day rule the world again?

How is it possible?

Tang San gave a self-mocking smile and shook his head.