Yu Yuanzhen's Dao Heart Shattered; Tang San's Guess: The Sky Screen Is Belittling Douluo Continent!

As the golden light faded, the Sky Curtain Arena disappeared.

A pillar of light enveloped the dejected Yu Yuanzhen and instantly transported him back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan estate.

Thud!

The moment the pillar of light dispersed, Yu Yuanzhen could no longer hold on. His knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

This once incomparably domineering Titled Douluo now resembled a stone statue that had lost its soul.

"Clan Leader!"

"Father!"

The surrounding elders and disciples rushed forward, wanting to help him up, but his hollow gaze stopped them cold.

"Don't touch me..."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with endless exhaustion and despair.

"None of you touch me..."

Yu Yuanzhen slowly raised his hands. They were still strong and powerful.

Yet at this moment, they seemed utterly ridiculous in his eyes.

Yu Yuanzhen could vividly recall how, upon the Sky Curtain Arena, the soul power and soul skills he had been so proud of had been utterly fragile before that Purple-gold flame.

That had not been a battle. It had been a god toying with a mortal.

"Number one beast martial soul under heaven... Heh... Hahahaha..."

Yu Yuanzhen laughed softly. His laughter grew louder and louder, yet it was filled with sorrow and self-mockery.

"A frog in a well... the glow of a firefly... So everything we were proud of was nothing but a joke!"

All his life, he had taken pride in the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and pursued his clan's glory as his lifelong goal.

But today, that glory had been crushed before the entire continent, without even the slightest room for resistance.

Dominance of bloodline, crush of rank... These words echoed relentlessly through his mind like a curse.

Yu Yuanzhen could even feel that after undergoing that "judgment," the Martial Soul within him had been cast beneath an indelible shadow. That fear from the depths of the bloodline would likely follow him for the rest of his life.

"It's over... The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... is finished..."

Yu Yuanzhen muttered blankly. The dominance and pride in his heart had been burned away completely by that Purple-gold flame.

He knew that from this day onward, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would fall from the altar of "number one under heaven" and become the laughingstock of the entire continent.

The spirit of this powerful Titled Douluo was completely shattered at that moment.

Meanwhile, every corner of Douluo Continent was thrown into turmoil by that brief yet shocking confrontation.

Spirit Hall.

Before the Papal Palace, the smile on Bibi Dong's face became ever colder and more amused.

"Yu Yuanzhen... What a pitiful fellow."

Bibi Dong spoke softly, with a trace of delight in her tone.

"However, this has also sounded an alarm for us."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan bowed at her side.

"Your Majesty the Pope is right.

The bloodline suppression of the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon is far too terrifying. Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had no ability to fight back.

If the Beast Martial Soul Masters of our Spirit Hall were to encounter it..."

"It isn't limited to Beast Martial Souls."

Bibi Dong interrupted him, her gaze becoming incomparably grave.

"That Purple-gold flame annihilated lightning and corroded soul power. The nature of its strength has likely surpassed the scope of our understanding.

Wei Yuan... Why does this name, which should have been buried in the dust of history, possess such terrifying power?"

Bibi Dong looked toward the Worship Hall, a mocking curve rising at the corner of her lips.

"I imagine that old man Qian Daoliu wants the answer more than anyone else right now."

"After all, the Qian Family is also descended from Wei Yuan. Yet according to the records I have investigated these past few days, not a single Soul Master of the Qian Family has ever awakened the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon Martial Soul!"

At the peak of a mountain, outside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu stood lost in thought.

Qian Daoliu paid no attention to Yu Yuanzhen's crushing defeat. His gaze was fixed firmly upon the Sky Screen, and only one thought filled his mind.

"Ancestor of Sub-Dragons... Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon looks like a lizard before it. Can a Sub-Dragon actually be stronger than a True Dragon?"

"But since the Qian Family is descended from the ancestor and this Wei Yuan... Ancestor, why has no one from the Qian Family ever awakened the corresponding Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon Martial Soul?"

Suddenly, Qian Daoliu seemed to think of something.

The next moment, he turned into a streak of golden light and descended into the Secret Library.

"I remember that ancestor Qian Lin's Martial Soul was not originally the Six-winged Angel..."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Within the council hall, the atmosphere was heavy.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly and slowly set down his teacup.

"Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen was defeated too thoroughly.

This was not a gap in technique or soul power, but a crush on the level of life itself."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood beside him, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

"What terrifying bloodline power.

I even suspect that even if Yu Yuanzhen's soul power had reached level 99, the outcome would not have changed in the slightest against Wei Yuan, who was still only level 95.

Before such an existence, this so-called 'Tyrant' truly is nothing but a joke."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stroked his chin and chuckled, though his smile was somewhat forced.

"Well, this is getting interesting. The most domineering of the Upper Three Sects had its backbone broken before the entire continent.

But then again, what exactly is this Sky Screen trying to do?

First it exposed the scandals of gods, and now it is ranking Martial Souls and even staging a confrontation like this..."

Wisdom gleamed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he said in a deep voice.

"It is displaying a system of power we have never understood, a power that stands above the existing rules.

Whether it is the secrets of the gods or these unheard-of bloodline ranks... this world is far more complicated than we imagined."

Clear Sky Sect.

Within the secluded sect, several elders looked at one another, each seeing shock in the others' eyes.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon... lost just like that?"

One elder spoke in disbelief.

"That was an existence on par with our Clear Sky Hammer!"

Clan Leader Tang Xiao remained silent, merely clenching his fists tightly.

He thought of his younger brother Tang Hao and of the Clear Sky Hammer's power.

But if the Clear Sky Hammer faced the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon, what would the result be?

He did not dare think about it.

Fortunately.

The Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon had already been ranked.

Yet he was still uncertain.

Compared to the number one Tool Martial Soul of Sun Moon Continent, which was stronger, it or the Clear Sky Hammer?

Tang Xiao spoke in a deep voice. "Watch every movement of the Sky Screen closely. Do not overlook any information!"

Shrek Academy.

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others had been rendered completely speechless. They could only stare blankly at the sky, trying to digest the scene that had just overturned everything they knew.

Tang San's brows were tightly furrowed. More than anyone else, he felt an intense sense of crisis.

"Xiao San, what are you thinking about?"

Xiao Wu tugged worriedly at the corner of his clothes.

Tang San took a deep breath and slowly said,

"I'm thinking about this Sky Screen's purpose.

It seems to be deliberately elevating Sun Moon Continent while belittling our Douluo Continent.

From Poseidon to the Angel God, then to today's Martial Soul comparison... everything it has shown points toward one core—Wei Yuan."

Dai Mubai nodded in agreement.

"That's right. This Wei Yuan is like a benchmark, a peak we can scarcely reach.

The Sky Screen keeps using him to strike at the powerful figures and glory of our continent."