The Fu Family's Five Great Elders Descend

He opened his mouth, and an earth-shattering dragon roar burst out from the depths of his throat!

The sound was wrapped in the power of violent thunder and lightning, turned into a substantial sound wave impact, and crashed towards Fu Zhi!

Wherever the sound wave passed, the air was distorted and deformed, and the stone slabs on the ground were lifted up and turned into powder in the air!

Fu Zhi gritted his teeth, and Spirit Ring lit up one after another under his body.

"Fifth Spirit Skill--Flower Dance Thousand Blades!"

The shadow of Rose Flower behind her solidified instantly, and countless petals fell off from the buds, turning into sharp blades all over the sky, heading towards the sonic impact!

Each petal is as sharp as a knife, and its edges glow with blood-red light, reflecting a strange luster in the sunlight.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The petals collided with the sound waves and exploded continuously, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Those fragments scattered in the air and turned into new petals, rushing towards the sonic impact one after another.

However, the power of the sonic shock was too terrifying.

The defense lines of the petals were torn apart layer by layer, and finally - the sound wave continued unabated and hit Fu Zhi hard!

"Pfft--!"

Fu Zhi spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and slid several feet away on the ground.

She struggled to get up, her face was frighteningly white, and the blood from the corner of her mouth dripped down her chin, staining the skirt of her clothes red.

Her Martial Soul was dimmed, and not much of her Soul Power was left, but she still stood up straight and stared at the Yu Yuanzhen in the sky.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at her, with a trace of imperceptible surprise in his eyes.

This little girl can actually take two of his moves?

That Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring is indeed not simple.

But that's all.

He took a deep breath, and the power of thunder and lightning surged around him crazily, concentrating to the extreme.

The blue electric light has turned into incandescence, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

His whole body was like a thunderball about to explode, suspended in the air, looking down at the crumbling Fu Zhi.

"The third move."

His voice was like judgment, speaking from above:

"If you can accept it, this matter will be wiped out."

Seventh Soul Ring, that circle of black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, suddenly lights up!

"Seventh Spirit Skill--Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon True Body!"

Yu Yuanzhen's figure expanded rapidly in the air. Dense blue scales appeared on the surface of his skin, his hands turned into ferocious dragon claws, and a thick dragon tail protruded from behind. His entire figure was a whole circle larger than before, as if he had turned into a humanoid Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

The violent power of the dragon made onlookers feel palpitations even from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, Eighth Soul Ring lights up!

"Eighth Soul Skill--Thunder Moves Nine Heavens!"

The sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds rolled, and countless thick thunder and lightning fell from the clouds, converging on Yu Yuanzhen.

His whole body turned into a beam of incandescent lightning and crashed down towards Fu Zhi!

Wherever the lightning passed, the air was ionized, making a harsh explosion. The stone slabs on the ground were blown away and melted by the high temperature in the air!

Fu Zhi gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up straight. Her Martial Soul had faded, and there was not much Soul Power left.

She couldn't handle this move.

But she won't quit.

Ninth Spirit Ring--The blood-red circle of Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring suddenly lights up!

"Ninth Soul Skill--Hundred Flowers Burial!"

The phantom of the Rose Flower behind her suddenly exploded and turned into petals all over the sky.

Those petals were no longer blood red, but turned into pure gold, each one emitting dazzling light, like countless little suns.

They rotated and flew in the air, forming a golden vortex, heading towards the thunderous light that crashed down!

In the distance, Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank slightly.

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill... Is this the power of Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?

Yue Guan's lips curved into a meaningful smile.

Interesting, really interesting.

"Boom--!!!"

The golden petals collided with the incandescent lightning, causing a loud bang that destroyed the world!

The light was so dazzling that people couldn't look straight at it, and the violent shock wave spread in all directions, turning over the ground within a hundred feet!

Fu Zhi screamed, his whole body was blown away by the terrifying shock wave, and he hit the ground hard, blood spurting out from his mouth.

Her Martial Soul completely collapsed, her face was as pale as paper, she struggled a few times, but couldn't get up again.

And Yu Yuanzhen was still suspended in the air. The golden petals left several deep wounds on his body, and blood seeped out from the wounds and dripped to the ground. But his figure was still upright and his eyes were still cold.

He looked down at Fu Zhi struggling on the ground and said in a calm voice:

"Three moves have been made. This matter can be written off with one stroke."

Fu Zhi was lying on the ground, panting, and didn't reply.

Just then--

An angry shout, like a thunderous explosion, came from the depths of the Academy.

"Presumptuous--!!!"

The sound was accompanied by extremely terrifying Soul Power fluctuations, which shocked the eardrums of everyone present. Immediately afterwards--

Five figures, like five meteors, shot out from the depths of the Academy!

They appeared above the battlefield almost instantly, each showing Martial Soul.

Five majestic Soul Power blasted towards Yu Yuanzhen at the same time!

"Boom--!!!"

The power was so terrifying that it directly shattered Yu Yuanzhen's thunderous strike into pieces.

The remaining power continued unabated, and it hit Yu Yuanzhen hard.

Yu Yuanzhen's face changed drastically, and it was too late to dodge.

Those five Soul Power were like five mountains, hitting him hard and sending him flying away.

"Bang--!!!"

He hit the ground hard and plowed a deep trench dozens of meters long.

The Dragon Transformation state on his body was abruptly shattered by this blow, and he returned to his human form. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he clutched his chest and couldn't stand up for a long time.

The smoke and dust dispersed.

Five figures were suspended in front of Fu Zhi, like an insurmountable barrier.

There was one person at the front, with a slender figure and a stern face, holding a long knife that was completely black and burning with pale flames.

The flame had no warmth at all, but instead exuded a chill that made people's souls tremble.

There were four people behind him, each with his own imposing manner.

One is holding a silver chain, and stars are flowing around him, like Xinghe hanging upside down.

One hand holds a large khaki seal with mountains and rivers engraved on it, as thick as a mountain.

One is holding a blue long spear, the gun body Entanglement is filled with water vapor, as if it can arouse the power of the river and the sea.

The last one, the strongest one, is holding a Entanglement warhammer with purple thunder. The lightning on the warhammer is jumping, which is somewhat similar to Yu Yuanzhen's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

The Spirit Ring on the five people are uniform--

Two yellow, two purple, four black and one red.

Level 95 Titled Douluo.

Five level 95 Titled Douluo!

The man holding the long knife spoke first, with a cold voice:

"Beichen Fu Clan, Enforcement Elder Fu Yuan, title Fentian."

The silver-locked man behind him said calmly:

"Beichen Fu Clan, Enforcement Elder Fu Xing, title Xinghe."

The strong man holding the seal said in a deep voice:

"Beichen Fu Clan, Enforcement Elder Fu Jin, title Houtu."

The man holding the gun said coldly:

"Beichen Fu Clan, Enforcement Elder Fu Yan, title Jingtao."

At the end, the strong man holding the hammer opened his eyes angrily and shouted like a bell:

"Beichen Fu Clan, Enforcement Elder Fu Lei, title Pili."

The five people shouted in unison, and the voices gathered together, like thunder from the sky, shaking the whole Beichen Academy slightly:

"The person who hit me Fu Family at the Beichen Academy--"

Fu Yuan's eyes were like two sharp blades, piercing straight towards Yu Yuanzhen who was struggling to get up on the ground:

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, do you want to destroy the sect?"

After the words fell, the auras of the five people locked on Yu Yuanzhen at the same time.

That terrifying sense of oppression made the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan feel the threat of death for the first time.

In the distance, there was deathly silence.

Those Soul Master people who were watching from a distance were completely speechless at this moment.

"Five... five level 95 Titled Douluo..."

A Soul Douluo level expert murmured to himself, his voice trembling:

"And the ninth Spirit Ring... are all one hundred thousand years old!"

"Five Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring! This... how is this possible?!"

The person next to him swallowed his saliva and answered with difficulty:

"Beichen Fu Clan... What kind of monster family is this?"

"That's just one Tianqing Douluo, there's Baihua Douluo, and now there are five more Enforcement Elder..."

"And they're all level ninety-five! They're all ninth in a hundred thousand years Spirit Ring!"

"No wonder Tianqing Douluo dares to be so high-profile... With such a background, who in the entire continent would dare to provoke him?"

And the elder Fu Lei, who had the most bad temper, was already impatient.

He held the Thunderbolt War Hammer lightning masterpiece and cursed angrily:

"What are you talking about with him? Since you dare to come here and act arrogantly, then stay here forever!"

He stepped forward and was about to take action.

Yu Yuanzhen struggled to stand up, his face was pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had not dried up.

He looked at the five terrifying beings in front of him, and Jingtao waves surged in his heart.

Five level 95 Titled Douluo.

Five Hundred Thousand Years Ninth Spirit Ring.

With such a background... let alone Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even Spirit Hall, I'm afraid he has to weigh it up.