Blue Lightning Kirin Child, Yu Xiaogang Completely Broke Down

Buzz.

The light on the Crystal Ball flickered without warning.

Then, the white radiance that had fought with all its might to climb to the peak began to slowly... dim.

The hearts of everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan suddenly sank.

Could it be...

Could it still not work?

Just as the light was about to go out completely, just as everyone's hearts plunged into the abyss.

At the edge of the crowd, a petite figure suddenly forced her way through.

It was Liu Erlong!

At that moment, every clan member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was transfixed by the strange Martial Soul and Soul Power on the platform, neglecting to stop her.

She rushed straight onto the platform.

In her urgency to break through the crowd, she had already released her Martial Soul.

A faint, barely perceptible Fire Dragon aura spread out as she approached.

That single trace of aura!

It was like a drop of boiling oil falling into raging flames!

Buzz—!

The Golden Sacred Dragon Young Body behind Yu Xiaoheng, which had already become somewhat illusory, suddenly solidified!

The Golden Light on its newly formed Dragon Horns blazed even brighter. Even its front claws, which still bore the outline of pig hooves, faded away, vaguely revealing the majesty of dragon claws!

At the same time!

The light within the Crystal Ball, which had already dimmed, suddenly flared again!

This time, there was not the slightest hesitation. Like a flash flood that had built up for ages, it erupted with a thunderous burst!

That white light smashed through the barrier of level eight and a half like dry twigs and rotten wood, slamming fiercely into the level-nine mark!

"Boom!"

The Entire Venue fell utterly silent.

"Ni... nine!"

The Elder presiding over the ceremony trembled so hard that his voice was distorted, nearly collapsing to his knees before the Crystal Ball.

After breaking through level nine, the light's momentum clearly slowed, yet it still continued to climb stubbornly, bit by bit, at a visible pace.

Though level ten was unlikely, it could at least reach nine and a half levels of Soul Power!

Deathly stillness.

Then came an eruption like Mountain Calls and Sea Roars!

"Nine and a half! It's nine and a half!"

"Heaven bless our sect! Heaven bless our sect!"

One moment, it had been hell—the sect's decline and the withering of its geniuses.

The next, it was the heavens—turning the tide, with a genius rising to prominence!

The dizzying reversal sent countless members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into an emotional frenzy.

Many older clan members wept openly, tears streaming down their faces as they sobbed uncontrollably.

Amid the boiling cries of Mountain Calls and Sea Roars, countless gazes once again converged on Yu Xiaoheng.

But this time, there was not a trace of hatred in their eyes—only fervor and reverence.

"Nine and a half! I'm not seeing things, am I? Nine and a half levels of Innate Soul Power!"

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has produced a Peerless Genius!"

"I knew it! How could the Sect Master's eldest son possibly be trash!"

The clan members who had worn looks of utter contempt were now flushed red with excitement, raising their arms and shouting.

Some who had once mocked Yu Xiaoheng even began slapping their own faces loudly.

Beside the VIP Seating, the Elders who had fainted from rage earlier were helped up by disciples and staggered toward Yu Yuanzhen.

"Sect Master! Your foresight is truly extraordinary! Truly extraordinary!"

One Elder wept with joy, his voice cracking.

"Yes! Fortunately, you arranged for Xiaoheng to awaken after Xiao Gang! With that one move, you turned our sect's greatest humiliation into immense glory!"

Another Elder excitedly chimed in, "If Xiaoheng had awakened first, and Xiao Gang had come out afterward... our sect would truly have been utterly disgraced!"

"That's right! Though Xiaoheng's Martial Soul still looks somewhat... unusual, it is clearly the Golden Sacred Dragon Prototype recorded in our clan's ancient texts! It is absolutely evolving toward the Golden Sacred Dragon!"

Yu Yuanzhen seemed not to hear the praise and admiration around him.

He stared fixedly at the adorable Young Dragon behind Yu Xiaoheng, which nevertheless radiated an endless sacred aura.

After a long silence, his chest heaved violently, and an Unsuppressable roar escaped his throat.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Three consecutive cries of "Good" shook the Entire Venue!

At that moment, his entire body trembled with excitement!

It was not merely because the sect's honor had been preserved. Nine and a half levels of Innate Soul Power! This was no longer simply a matter of saving face—it was a tremendous glory!

Looking across the continent, such talent among the current generation had already surpassed Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect, second only to the astonishingly gifted Tang Hao!

More importantly...

His Xiaoheng, his son, could finally hold his head high. He would no longer have to endure the hostility and scorn of the entire sect!

As a father, relief and pride instantly filled his chest.

Yet Yu Yuanzhen's joy did not last long.

His gaze drifted inadvertently to the other side of the Martial Arts Arena.

Yu Xiaogang.

He stood there blankly, staring at the dazzling light on the Crystal Ball, then at the Martial Soul behind Yu Xiaoheng—a creature that appeared young and immature, yet radiated a bright and holy aura.

He was completely stunned.

Yu Yuanzhen's heart suddenly sank, aching sharply.

The overwhelming joy from moments before was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing more than half of it.

His lips moved, and he let out a complicated sigh before calling softly:

"Xiao Gang..."

But in the end, he could not move.

He was the Sect Master. Before the great figures of the world, he could not even step down from the platform at this moment to comfort his other severely devastated son.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's lost and broken appearance, Yu Yuanzhen felt as though his heart were bleeding.

On the Martial Arts Platform, the cries surged like Mountain Calls and Sea Roars.

Yu Yuanzhen's complicated call of "Xiao Gang..." was instantly swallowed by the frenzied roar of the crowd.

In the Martial Arts Arena, who would care about a loser?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yu Xiaoheng, as if they were worshipping a rising god.

Yu Xiaogang, once hailed as heaven's favored child, now resembled an abandoned child whom no one cared for, utterly forgotten in a corner.

A clear voice pierced through the clamor—and pierced Yu Xiaogang's eardrums.

"Just as I thought, Brother Xiaoheng is the best!"

Liu Erlong tilted up her Small Face and looked at Yu Xiaoheng's back, her eyes brimming with undisguised admiration and joy.

Then, as if recalling something, she abruptly turned around and glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, her gaze carrying a childishly hostile edge.

"You still wanted to take me away and stop me from following Brother Xiaoheng? Keep dreaming!"

"You're a bad person, and your Martial Soul is a pig!"

Children spoke without restraint, and their words hurt the most.

Those words were like poisoned blades, plunging viciously into Yu Xiaogang's already crumbling heart.

"Puh—"

A mouthful of blood burst from his mouth, splattering onto the ground in a shocking sight.

Yu Xiaogang's vision went dark. His body swayed, but he still used every ounce of strength to howl madly:

"Impossible! Fake! It's all fake!"

"This is a scam! Yu Xiaoheng must have used some trick to deceive everyone! You've all been fooled by him!"

He looked utterly deranged, completely losing control.

But this time, no one would indulge him any longer.

"Shut up!"

Several Blue Lightning Sect clan members surrounded him with dark expressions without even needing an order.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang still struggling desperately, one of them showed no mercy and raised his hand, delivering a resounding slap across his face.