Waste? Genius! Innate Soul Power Level Nine?

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Yu Xiaogang roared, the veins in his neck bulging as his ecstatic expression twisted into vicious delight.

"No, you must be even worse than me!!"

"Your Soul Power can only be lower!!"

His voice echoed in the ears of every Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member like the tolling of a funeral bell.

In an instant, the last trace of color drained from the faces of everyone from the Blue Lightning Sect present.

It was over.

This time, it was completely over!

Countless gazes converged on Yu Xiaoheng, stripped of all expectation and filled only with overwhelming hatred.

The clan's reputation had been utterly disgraced.

This Yu Xiaoheng had insisted on making a fool of himself at a time like this. He had even shamelessly gotten involved with Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, making the matter known across the world!

And now, he had awakened a worthless Martial Soul just like Luo Sanpao's!

"Pfft—"

Beside the VIP Seating, several Sect Elders who had already been on the verge of collapse could endure no longer. Overcome by fury, their bodies suddenly tipped, and they fell stiffly toward the ground!

Just as several Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon disciples moved to support them, they cried out in alarm the next moment, "Sect Master!"

A sweetness rose in Yu Yuanzhen's throat, and blood he could no longer suppress spurted from his mouth, staining the front of his robes red.

The Soul Power within him instantly fell into chaos, and his vision repeatedly darkened.

Countless disordered thoughts exploded in his mind.

What would happen to the clan? After today, would the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, foremost among the Upper Three Sects, become the laughingstock of the world and never recover?

And how could he face the clan's ancestors?

And Xiaoheng... He had made such a huge mess, yet awakened this kind of Martial Soul. How could he possibly gain a foothold in the clan from now on?

Perhaps...

He could find an opportunity to secretly send him away, somewhere no one knew him, and let him live under an assumed name?

Yu Yuanzhen's mind was in turmoil. Enduring the agony, he tried to stand and say something to Qian Xunji and the leaders of the other two Upper Three Sects, hoping to salvage a shred of dignity.

But the moment he exerted strength in his legs, they went weak.

He collapsed heavily back into his chair, his face ashen.

Deathly silence continued to spread through the Martial Arts Arena.

Yet amid that silence, there was now a strange awkwardness.

In the VIP Seating, the Sect Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect remained silent, their expressions complicated.

Sympathy. Regret.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's generation was finished.

Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji, remained expressionless, though he too sighed inwardly.

But a barely audible murmur beside him made his brows furrow slightly.

"Brother Xiaoheng must have Innate Full Soul Power... He must..."

"He must..."

It was Bibi Dong.

She clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles white, her large eyes fixed on the figure atop the stage as she repeated the words over and over.

A trace of displeasure rose in Qian Xunji's heart, and he was just about to rebuke this disappointing disciple.

But at that moment, bursts of unsuppressable gasps suddenly erupted from below!

"What level of Soul Power is that?!"

"The light... Why is the light still rising?!"

"What level is it exactly?!"

Qian Xunji froze and looked toward the source.

At the center of the Martial Arts Arena, behind Yu Xiaoheng, an exceedingly bizarre sight had appeared.

The Beast Soul that closely resembled Luo Sanpao was now enveloped in dense Golden Light, its form constantly shifting within the radiance, terribly unstable.

But that was definitely not a pig!

For a brief instant, the light faded slightly, allowing everyone to finally see clearly.

The Martial Soul was round and plump, indeed carrying a somewhat foolish yet adorable appearance, but fine golden radiance flowed across its entire body.

Above its head stood two pairs of imposing Dragon Horns!

Its body was covered in pure golden patterns!

And behind it swayed a long, powerful dragon tail!

Its whole body faintly exuded the sharp ferocity of claws and fangs!

Only its two front paws still retained a trace of pig hoof outlines. Yet even those outlines flickered rapidly, occasionally transforming completely into savage dragon claws!

Its appearance was bizarre beyond measure!

As the Martial Soul trembled faintly, Golden Light sometimes surged, making its dragon form increasingly distinct. At other times, the pair of front paws stubbornly reverted to pig hooves, changing back and forth without end.

On the other side of the Martial Arts Platform.

Compared to the unpredictable Martial Soul behind him, Yu Xiaoheng's palm pressed against the Crystal Ball appeared exceptionally steady.

Yet the scene within the Crystal Ball was Completely Different from the instant eruption everyone had expected.

Perhaps because the Martial Soul was unstable.

Pale white light rose from the bottom of the sphere, climbing upward bit by bit, incredibly slowly, completely unlike a normal awakening.

Its progress was as sluggish as though trapped in a swamp, as if it were engaged in an arduous struggle against some invisible force.

The Elder in charge of the Awakening Ceremony had already been ashen-faced, but now he could not help moving closer, nearly pressing his entire face against the Crystal Ball.

His eyes opened wider and wider, while his lips trembled faintly.

"This... the intensity of this light..."

"It's above Level Five! Definitely above Level Five!"

He suddenly raised his head and shouted hoarsely.

"No! It's still rising! Still rising! It's Level Six!"

His cries rose louder and louder.

The sudden shouts were like boulders crashing into still water.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members who had been whispering among themselves with fury written across their faces froze instantly.

The curses they had yet to utter lodged tightly in their throats, unable to rise or fall.

In the VIP Seating, the sympathy and regret in the eyes of the Sect Masters from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Clear Sky Sect were rapidly replaced by astonishment.

"Level Seven!"

"Heavens, it's still rising! It's already Level Eight!"

The Elder's voice had begun to tremble as he stared fixedly at the light inching upward.

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

"Is it going to... Is it going to reach Level Nine?!"

"Can it really reach Level Nine?!"

His final words were nearly a prayerful murmur.

Bang!

Yu Yuanzhen abruptly rose from his seat, and the Stone Chair beneath him shattered on the spot!

Color had returned to his face, previously pale from vomiting blood. His dragon eyes were wide open, and the Soul Power throughout his body surged uncontrollably.

At that moment, every Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member held their breath.

The entire Martial Arts Arena was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

"Level Nine?"

Even Qian Xunji's eternally unchanged face finally revealed a trace of emotion.

"That isn't low at all."

His thoughts raced.

When Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect awakened his Martial Soul back then, he had only reached Level Nine. Across the entire continent, among the younger generation, aside from Dong'er, only Tang Hao had reached Level Ten.

Moreover, this child's Martial Soul... was Completely Different from that of his twin younger brother. It was a purely positive mutation—an evolution!

This child's future was limitless!

However, just as everyone's hearts leaped into their throats, just as the light was about to touch the Level Nine mark—