The entire arena erupted in an instant. They'd opened with a royal flush! A level-ninety-five Super Douluo was facing Tang Zhen, the once-genius old man!
The atmosphere in the Clear Sky Sect's camp had sunk to its lowest point.
"Father, your injuries haven't healed, and your cultivation has fallen. Don't push yourself." Eighteen-year-old Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. Clutching his small Clear Sky Hammer, he was about to charge forward.
"Stand down!" Tang Zhen's face turned ashen. With his remaining left hand, he grabbed Tang Hao and held him back. "The Clear Sky Sect's reputation isn't for a junior Soul King like you to throw away! Even with one arm gone, I'm still the Clear Sky Sect's sect master!"
Tang Zhen gritted his teeth and pushed off with his toes. His figure wavered slightly, but he still landed firmly on the Arena.
The empty sleeve on his right side flapped in the wind. His incomplete aura as an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo seemed utterly fragile before Yu Yuanzhen's overwhelming, level-ninety-five thunderous pressure.
"Tang Zhen, looking at you now, I can't help feeling that beating you would be a hollow victory." Yu Yuanzhen let out a cold laugh. "But when the sect's honor is at stake, Old Dragon will show no mercy! Martial Soul Avatar!"
Boom!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black! All nine Spirit Rings burst into view. Yu Yuanzhen didn't play fair at all—he activated his Martial Soul Avatar from the start. His body swelled in an instant, thick blue dragon scales covering him from head to toe. Both arms transformed into massive dragon claws, and wreathed in thunderous fury that could destroy heaven and earth, he lunged straight for Tang Zhen!
"Great Sumeru Hammer! Ring Detonation!"
Facing an overwhelming gap in power and the pain of