Nine Dragons Shake the Heavens! How Will Si Kong Zhen Respond?

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The system prompt rang clearly in his mind, while Hua Mulan and Li Yuanfang beside him remained utterly stunned, unable to recover for a long while.

The Venerable One, who had always disliked trouble and stood above worldly affairs, who might not even spare a second glance for the many Titled Douluo seeking to pledge themselves to him, had actually made such an exception so easily today and accepted disciples?

And they were two little girls of unknown origin and meager strength?

Lin Jiang shook his head helplessly. If not for breaking through that damned bottleneck and successfully ascending to Godhood,

he truly had no desire to take on the toil and concern of teaching others out of nowhere.

However, since he had accepted disciples, he had to take responsibility.

Thus, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong settled down in King's Hall.

To make future instruction more convenient, Lin Jiang had no choice but to arrange for them to stay in side rooms within the same small courtyard where he lived.

On the arena, another sudden change occurred!

Just as Si Kong Zhen was fending off Yu Yuanzhen's furious strike, the other eight Soul Douluo Elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan attacked fiercely from different directions at once!

Lightning flashed wildly, dragon roars rang out one after another, and eight berserk attacks formed a net that instantly sealed off every possible route of retreat!

"Seeking death!" Lightning blazed from Si Kong Zhen's eyes as his fury was completely ignited.

"Second Soul Skill: Thunderbolt Dash!"

Crack—! Deafening thunder exploded!

Everyone felt their vision blur as Si Kong Zhen's figure suddenly became indistinct where he stood, transforming into a genuine bolt of lightning moving at unimaginable speed!

The combined strike the eight Elders had been certain would hit landed entirely on empty air, not even brushing the corner of his robes!

And without the slightest pause, that bolt of lightning surged forward at a speed beyond thought,

instantly piercing through the gaps in the attacks and shooting straight toward Yu Yuanzhen, who had only just steadied himself!

"What?!" Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted sharply. He had not even had time to see the lightning's trajectory clearly!

"Bang—!!!"

A muffled boom so heavy it nearly stopped everyone's hearts erupted!

Si Kong Zhen's fist, wreathed in destructive lightning, had already slammed solidly into Yu Yuanzhen's chest!

Berserk lightning force instantly penetrated his body!

"Puh—!"

The lightning protecting Yu Yuanzhen's body shattered at once, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut,

the blood spraying from his mouth drawing a glaring arc through the air before he crashed heavily into the distant ground, carving out a long trench!

"Sect Master!!"

The Elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan turned pale in horror, nearly frightened out of their wits,

and leaped into the air one after another, rushing toward where Yu Yuanzhen had fallen.

Yu Luomian's eyes nearly split apart as he helped Yu Yuanzhen up, his chest scorched black. Turning around, he roared, "Form the formation!"

The eight Soul Douluo Elders led by him roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. "Sect Master, we are here to aid you!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Nine terrifying dragon auras soared into the sky in succession!

Yu Yuanzhen forcibly gathered a breath of Soul Power and, together with the other eight Elders, unleashed the supreme secret of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—the True Body of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!

In an instant, nine enormous Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons, formed entirely from berserk lightning, roared as they spiraled into the sky!

Their bodies stretched dozens of meters long, their scales distinct, lightning coiling around them, while destructive thunder flickered within their dragon eyes!

The Nine Dragons danced together, blotting out the sky as terrifying dragon might intertwined with lightning power,

turning the entire sky into an ocean of thunderstorms. The sight was magnificent beyond measure—and perilous beyond measure!

Inside the VIP room, Xue Qinghe stared intently at the nine roaring lightning dragons in the sky, her breathing slightly hurried.

"Nine Dragon True Body... The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is staking everything on this!"

"Let us see how this King of Thunder handles this killing formation..."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and sighed, sympathy on his face.

"With all Nine Dragons emerging together, their power is overwhelming enough to crush an ordinary Peak Douluo."

"Si Kong Zhen may be strong, but one man cannot hold up a collapsing building. I fear he will find it difficult to withstand this!"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's expression was incomparably grave as he said in a low voice,

"If I were trapped in this formation, my only option would be to tear through space at any cost and find a way to escape. Avoiding its edge would be the wisest course."

A profound gleam flashed through Xue Qinghe's eyes.

"Perhaps this killing move that has driven him into a corner will force King's Hall to reveal more of its hidden strength, allowing us to see just how deep its foundations truly are."

The atmosphere in the Spirit Hall VIP room, however, was completely different.

Yue Guan raised his orchid fingers, his shrill voice carrying a trace of schadenfreude.

"Tsk, tsk, that old dragon has dragged out even the power he kept hidden at the bottom of the chest! He really has been driven to desperation!"

A calculating smile appeared on Hu Liena's beautiful face as her red lips parted slightly.

"For Spirit Hall, this is exactly the outcome we want."

"No matter which side loses, one powerful enemy will be weakened, and we can reap the rewards as the third party. If both sides suffer... then Heaven truly favors Spirit Hall!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo bowed at the side, his tone flattering.

"Your Excellency is far-sighted indeed! Exactly so! It would be best if they fought each other to the death!"

Everyone's gaze focused on the lightning-clad figure at the center of the arena, standing tall like a pine even within the Thunderstorm Domain surrounded by the Nine Dragons.

Not only did Si Kong Zhen fail to retreat, an even more berserk lightning aura erupted around him!

Then, a Soul Ring configuration that once more plunged the entire venue into dead silence appeared fiercely beneath his feet, ring after ring:

Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red!

The first two rings were both thousand-year rings! The following six were all ten-thousand-year rings!

And the final ring was once again a dazzling blood-red 100,000-Year Soul Ring, representing the ultimate dream of every Soul Master!

"Another 100,000-Year Soul Ring?!"

"My heavens! Does every Titled Douluo in King's Hall have a 100,000-Year Soul Ring?!"

"What kind of divine place is this?!"

Before the cries of shock could subside, an even more astounding sight appeared!

Five phantom war drums engraved with ancient, mysterious lightning patterns emerged behind Si Kong Zhen with a thunderous crash, arranged in a semicircle!

Lightning flowed across the war drums. Without anyone striking them, they released deep and majestic "Boom! Boom! Boom!" sounds on their own,

each beat seeming to strike directly against everyone's hearts, stirring the lightning elements of heaven and earth into a frenzied dance!

This was Si Kong Zhen's Martial Soul—the Five Thunder War Drum!

Inside the VIP room, a terrified gleam suddenly burst from Bone Douluo Gu Rong's cloudy eyes.

He stared fixedly at the Soul Power fluctuations around Si Kong Zhen, which had nearly condensed into substance, his voice dry with disbelief.

"No... This man's Soul Power fluctuations are as vast as an abyss and as condensed as steel. They are even several times stronger than what I sensed from that fellow Chen Xin..."

He abruptly turned toward Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe, speaking each word distinctly.

"This man is likely no ordinary Titled Douluo. His Soul Power Level may very well have reached Level 97!"

"What? A Level 97 Peak Douluo?!"

Xue Qinghe cried out in alarm, no longer able to maintain her outward calm.

Level 97! What kind of concept was that?

On the entire continent, only a handful of Peak experts had reached that level openly, and every one of them was a giant whose name shook a region!

Si Kong Zhen was not even the Hall Master, yet he possessed such terrifying strength?!

She drew a deep breath and suppressed the stormy waves in her heart.

"King's Hall... truly is unfathomable!"

On the arena, the nine Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons formed entirely of lightning coiled across the heavens, their roars deafening.

Berserk lightning dyed the entire sky into a destructive azure sea of thunder, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Faced with such overwhelming might, there was not the slightest fear in Si Kong Zhen's eyes.

Instead, blazing battle intent ignited within them like raging fire, carrying even a touch of madness. His wild laughter overwhelmed the dragon roars.

"Good! Mere mudfish dare play with lightning before the God of Thunder? Today, this old man shall fight to his heart's content!"

"Arrogant fool! Die!"

With Yu Yuanzhen's furious roar, his Soul Power completely resonated with that of the other eight Elders!

The nine thunder dragons opened their enormous jaws, each large enough to swallow mountains. Destructive azure lightning poured forth like nine bursting heavenly rivers,

instantly weaving into a deathly lightning net that covered the entire arena, completely engulfing and annihilating the space where Si Kong Zhen stood!