The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is Expelled! Yang Yuhuan's Healing Abilities!

The terrifying aftermath of the final collision swept outward like a tangible tsunami, sparing not even the VIP section!

In the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's VIP room, Bone Douluo Gu Rong reacted with remarkable speed. He snorted coldly.

The Power of Space rippled around him, instantly laying several layers of invisible Space Barriers before Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe, distorting and deflecting the surging energy impact in full.

Inside Spirit Hall's VIP room, Yue Guan and Gui Mei acted at the same time. Petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum swirled into a Flower Wall, while eerie Ghost Shadows formed a barrier, firmly protecting Hu Liena.

Even so, the tremors transmitted through the defenses still made Hu Liena's face turn slightly pale.

The spectator stands on the outskirts suffered far more miserably. Many Soul Masters whose cultivation was merely at the Soul Elder or Soul Ancestor level did not even have time to react.

They were directly blasted away by the destructive shockwave, with countless suffering broken tendons and shattered bones.

Cries and wails instantly replaced the earlier exclamations, plunging the scene into complete chaos.

Yet every shockwave that hurtled toward the towering walls of King's Hall was, about thirty feet before reaching them, silently absorbed and dissipated by an invisible barrier flowing with profound runes. Not even a ripple appeared, as though that world-destroying explosion had been nothing more than a breeze.

Even more eye-catching were the two figures who had appeared soundlessly atop the lofty city walls at some unknown time.

One was a youth with an elegant and tranquil bearing, dressed in robes patterned with star charts.

He stood quietly in the wind, his sleeves fluttering as though he had merged with the rhythm of heaven and earth itself. It was none other than Yi Xing.

Watching the thunderstorm below gradually subside, he murmured softly, his voice carrying the calm detachment of one who understood the world:

"Do not greedily pursue victory, but neither can victory be forsaken."

He then turned toward the peerless woman at his side, who held a White Jade Pipa in her arms and possessed an incomparably beautiful, noble presence.

"Sister Yuhuan, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again shortly."

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Yang Yuhuan's fingers lightly brushed the strings of the pipa in her arms, producing a clear, resonant hum. She smiled faintly, her voice as heavenly as music itself.

"Xing'er is always so meticulous in his calculations. You even considered what would happen after Lord Sikong exhausted his strength."

"However,"

Her eyes shifted as she gazed toward the distant lightning, which was gradually dimming yet still retained terrifying power.

"To witness Lord Sikong fighting with such all-out force and summoning divine thunder from heaven and earth is indeed a rare blessing."

"After all," her lips curled slightly, carrying a hint of languid charm, "opponents capable of letting Lord Sikong fight to his heart's content and forcing out his Ninth Soul Skill are truly rare."

In the arena, the smoke and dust finally began to disperse.

A massive, scorched crater still smoking was left at the center of the platform.

Yu Yuanzhen and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's eight Elders lay scattered at the bottom and around the crater, their clothes torn to shreds and their bodies charred black.

Si Kong Zhen's voice, like a divine decree from the God of Thunder, once again rang through the valley, carrying unquestionable authority and an icy warning:

"Let the world bear witness to what happened today! Should anyone dare offend the heavenly might of King's Hall again—regardless of who they are or what sect they belong to—this will be their fate!"

Having said that, he did not spare those defeated men another glance. The lightning around him receded, and he turned into a streak of electricity that flew back to the city walls.

Seeing this, Yi Xing stepped forward to support him, only for Si Kong Zhen to gently wave him away.

Though his posture remained upright and his steps steady, a closer look revealed that his breathing had become uneven, while his face bore a trace of exhaustion-induced pallor.

Clearly, the earth-shattering Ninth Soul Skill just now had consumed an enormous amount of his strength as well.

The three did not linger and turned to enter the towering Main Hall atop the city walls.

Yang Yuhuan lightly plucked the strings, and the pipa in her arms poured forth clear, ethereal music, as though its melody contained the very source of life.

Strange Soul Power fluctuations spread with the music, enveloping Si Kong Zhen.

As the melody echoed on, the berserk and chaotic lightning aura around him, originally thrown into disorder by excessive depletion, gradually became calm and stable.

The faint charred wounds on his body visibly faded and healed.

Even his nearly depleted sea of Soul Power began to slowly regain vitality, as though nourished by spring rain.

"The spring river, flowers, and moonlight illuminate life's endless flow; as the strings turn, mountains and rivers enter dreams."

Melodies flowed beneath Yang Yuhuan's fingertips. She lifted her eyes with a faint smile and looked toward Yi Xing beside her.

"Xing'er, what do you think of your sister's tune?"

Yi Xing stood quietly at the side like an elegant gentleman observing a game of chess, his eyes holding a faint smile and quiet understanding.

"In the music, one hears no movement of pieces falling for a long while. Yet in such a moment and scene, being able to hear Sister Yuhuan play this instrument and this tune is already a blessing—and the source of happiness."

Outside the city, the valley sank into an even deeper silence after the silence.

There was no longer any suspense as to the victor of this pinnacle clash between thunder and thunder.

Those soul ring configurations that repeatedly overturned all common sense, that absolute suppression, that terrifying strength almost akin to a miracle—

It made everyone who had witnessed it firsthand understand one fact from the depths of their souls.

The Heavenly Ranking's rankings were by no means empty words!

And King's Hall, which stood at the very top of the ranking, was so mysterious that the depth of its foundation and the extent of its strength had already surpassed the limits of their imagination!

Even more chilling was the fact that amid the ruins of the arena, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Sect Master and eight core Elders had completely lost all signs of life after enduring such a devastating blow!

Several silent Red Minions appeared once more, efficiently and coldly clearing the battlefield.

They stripped the soul bones from Yu Yuanzhen and the others one by one, while collecting every valuable Soul Tool and precious item. Their practiced movements made one's skin crawl.

The spectators were all struck dumb with horror, a chill shooting from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps!

"The Upper Three Sects... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects... their top combat forces were just... completely wiped out?!"

"Nine powerful figures from one sect, including Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen... Th-this is practically the direct removal of a top-tier sect from existence!"

"The continent... is about to change completely!"

Yet Xue Qinghe calculated rapidly in her heart. "The destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is undoubtedly the removal of a major thorn in Spirit Hall's side, clearing away a massive obstacle from the path ahead!"

"But..." Her gaze fell upon the silent city once more, filled with unprecedented gravity and wariness.

"King's Hall acts with such dominance and decisiveness, while its true strength is unfathomable. What exactly is their stance?"

"Enemy or ally? As things stand, they are far more troublesome than the Upper Three Sects combined!"

Ning Fengzhi let out a deep sigh, his face filled with the sorrow of one mourning his own kind and profound concern for the future.

"The might of thunder has reached such heights... Now, the continent's balance of power will truly undergo a colossal change unseen in thousands of years!"

Inside Spirit Hall's VIP room, after a brief period of shock, Hu Liena quickly calmed down, determination flashing through her eyes.

"This matter is of utmost importance. We must report it to Pope Your Excellency immediately!"

"Ghost Leopard Douluo, please depart at once and return to Spirit City by the fastest route."

"Report everything you saw and heard today to Your Excellency exactly as it happened—especially the destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the true strength displayed by King's Hall!"