Does This Young Master of the Blue Lightning Clan Really Have to Fight His Way Up in the Soul Arena?

The three Elders looked at one another.

In the end, they chose to obey.

"Boom—!"

The three Soul Douluo unleashed the Lightning Power within their bodies. It converged in the center of the courtyard, instantly weaving into an impenetrable net of lightning that fell over Yu Xiaoheng's head!

"Crackle—!"

The piercing explosions rang through the night sky, and the stone tiles in the courtyard were instantly reduced to dust.

The violent lightning completely swallowed Yu Xiaoheng's figure.

The three Elders' hearts rose into their throats once more. Their Soul Power tensed as they prepared to intervene at any moment.

Yet within the lightning, that figure stood as steady as a mountain.

Countless fine blue lightning snakes frantically burrowed into Yu Xiaoheng's body, ravaging his meridians and bones.

Excruciating pain swept over him like a tidal wave.

Yu Xiaoheng clenched his teeth, veins bulging across his forehead, yet he did not let out a single muffled groan.

He could clearly sense the External Soul Bone on his chest, the "Heart Protecting Dragon Ribs," operating frantically and releasing a warm current.

That current was like a furnace.

All the violent lightning flooding into his body was broken down, purified, and transformed within that furnace.

In the end, it became strands of incomparably pure Dragon Lightning Power that fused into his limbs and bones, tempering his dragon body.

His skin, muscles, bones, and even his internal organs underwent earth-shaking transformations amid the ultimate agony and rebirth.

Time passed, second by second.

The three Elders gradually went from shock and concern to numbness.

They had already expended no small amount of Soul Power to condense such pure thunderclap, yet the Young Master before them was like a bottomless Black Hole, still madly devouring their lightning.

The pale gold dragon scales on his skin grew