Dark Sacred Dragon vs. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! Does Dugu Yan Admire Him? Is Yu Tianheng Jealous Enough to Spit Blood?!

Huang Yan's expression turned serious as he nodded.

"Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphor Snake poison has been cured, and not only has his strength not declined, it has increased.

With him around, Prince Xue Xing and Xue Beng will have no chance of making a comeback.

However, the dosage on Xue Ye's side must be carefully controlled.

He cannot be allowed to die too quickly. At the very least, wait until you have completely seized Heaven Dou Empire's military and political authority."

A cold glint flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes as she said in a low voice:

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.

Ning Fengzhi still trusts me greatly on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's side.

As long as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stops being an obstacle, the Heaven Dou Empire will sooner or later be ours for the taking."

At this point, Qian Renxue glanced at the sky outside, a teasing curve lifting at the corner of her lips.

"It is about time.

Come on. I will accompany you to the Tiandou Great Soul Arena today.

Let's see how you crush that little thunder dog's pride beneath your feet."

"Gladly."

Huang Yan smiled faintly and walked side by side with Qian Renxue toward the outside of the East Palace.

Night fell, and the Tiandou Great Soul Arena blazed with lights. The clamor outside was deafening.

Inside the VIP box, Yu Tianheng had already been waiting.

When he saw "Xue Qinghe" enter together with Huang Yan, a sinister glint flashed through his eyes before he immediately put on an enthusiastic smile and greeted them.

"Your Highness, I did not expect you to personally come despite your busy schedule.

Brother Huang Yan, I thought you would not be coming tonight."

Qian Renxue smiled slightly and spoke gently.

"Tianheng, Huang Yan is my honored guest. Naturally, I had to come support his spar.

However, this is only a sparring match. Keep it under control, and do not damage the harmony between you."

Yu Tianheng slightly puffed out his chest and smiled confidently.

"Rest assured, Your Highness. I know my limits and certainly will not hurt Brother Huang Yan.

I have already had the Great Soul Arena arrange tonight's one-on-one match. It will take place directly on the Main Soul Fighting Arena. What do you think?"

Dugu Yan walked to Yu Tianheng's side and said softly:

"Tianheng, why not forget it? We are all friends. Why must we settle who is stronger on the stage..."

Yet Yu Tianheng impatiently brushed away her hand and looked at Huang Yan provocatively.

"Yan Yan, exchanges between Soul Masters are perfectly normal.

Since Brother Huang Yan comes from Spirit Hall, he must be a proud man as well. Surely he does not lack even this little bit of courage?"

Huang Yan crossed his arms and gave a half-smile.

"Young Master Yu is right. Among Soul Masters, strength speaks.

But since this is a spar, it would be far too boring without some stakes."

Yu Tianheng burst out laughing, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Stakes?

Haha, interesting!

What would Brother Huang Yan like to bet?

My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is not so poor that we cannot afford to lose."

With a casual wave of his hand, Huang Yan dropped a Spirit Bone onto the table. It emitted a faint gleam and an astonishing fluctuation of Soul Power.

"Simple.

If I lose, this forty-thousand-year right arm Spirit Bone will be yours."

This right arm bone had been taken from the treasury by Azure Luan Douluo and given to Huang Yan before.

He had intended for Huang Yan to refine it and increase his strength.

But Huang Yan had felt at the time that its attributes did not suit him very well, so he had kept it for later.

He had not expected to awaken the memories of his previous life after obtaining his fifth Soul Ring.

Naturally, Huang Yan had no interest in a forty-thousand-year right arm bone.

Using it as bait now could not have been more fitting.

"A Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bone?!"

Yu Tianheng's breathing instantly grew heavy. His eyes locked onto the Spirit Bone, and he could barely suppress the greed surging within him.

He forcefully calmed his excitement and gritted his teeth.

"Fine!

What nerve!

Then if you lose... no, if I lose, what do you want?"

Huang Yan stared at Yu Tianheng, and the smile on his lips gradually turned cold.

"If you lose, I do not want your Spirit Bone.

I only want you to shout three times before every audience member in the Great Soul Arena tonight:

'The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is nothing but a lowly mongrel false dragon!'"

"How dare you!"

Yu Tianheng flew into a rage. Veins bulged on his forehead, and lightning faintly flickered around his body.

"You dare insult the honor of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

You are courting death!"

Qian Renxue watched quietly from the side, lifted her teacup, and took a sip to hide the smile at the corner of her mouth.

Huang Yan remained calm and asked indifferently:

"What is it? One of the Twin Stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon does not even have this much confidence?

Or have you already realized that you will lose?"

"Fine! I'll bet with you!"

Yu Tianheng laughed in fury and pointed at Huang Yan viciously.

"Tonight, I will make you pay for your arrogance!

I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth once you get on that stage!"

With that, Yu Tianheng flicked his sleeve and stormed out of the box, heading off to prepare for the match.

Dugu Yan gave Huang Yan a worried look, sighed, and hurried after him.

The box fell silent once more.

Qian Renxue set down her teacup, looked at the Spirit Bone on the table, and smiled teasingly.

"A forty-thousand-year Spirit Bone. You really are willing to spend heavily.

But with your condition, you are practically stomping the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's face into the mud."

Huang Yan put away the Spirit Bone and gave a cold laugh.

"The mud?

No. I want them to understand just how pathetic it is to live in the hollow glory of the past.

Come on, Sister Xue'er. The show is about to begin."

Qian Renxue summoned a trusted East Palace subordinate standing nearby and gave a calm order.

"Pass on my command. Have the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena build up the spectacle immediately.

Say that tonight, the Main Soul Fighting Arena will host a battle between Yu Tianheng, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's foremost genius, and a mysterious prodigy from Spirit Hall."

"Yes, Your Highness.

This subordinate will handle it at once."

As the Crown Prince's decree spread, the entire Tiandou Great Soul Arena instantly erupted.

News of a clash between geniuses from two top-tier powers, with a forty-thousand-year Spirit Bone as the wager, spread like wildfire and directly set all of Heaven Dou City ablaze.

In less than half an hour, the main soul fighting area was packed to the brim, and the cheers nearly blew the roof off.

Meanwhile, in the backstage preparation area, Yu Tianheng paced back and forth with bloodshot eyes, muttering almost neurotically.

"A forty-thousand-year right arm bone... It is mine!

As long as I cripple that arrogant bastard, that Spirit Bone will be mine!"

Dugu Yan watched his nearly crazed, greedy appearance, her brows tightly furrowed as a powerful sense of discomfort rose in her heart.

"Tianheng, calm down.

Your mind is filled with nothing but that Spirit Bone. Is the clan's honor merely a bargaining chip for obtaining a Spirit Bone in your eyes?"

Yu Tianheng suddenly turned around, gritting his teeth.

"Yan Yan, you do not understand!

That is a forty-thousand-year Spirit Bone!

Once I fuse with it, I will become the clan's undisputed heir!

That Spirit Hall bastard is dead. I will tear apart his arrogance on the stage!"

Looking at the savage-faced man before her, Dugu Yan suddenly found him utterly unfamiliar.

The admiration and affection she had once held for Yu Tianheng began to waver at this moment.

Huang Yan's figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

They were both members of the younger generation, yet Huang Yan remained neither arrogant nor impatient in the face of provocation. Every gesture he made carried the calm confidence of someone in control of the entire situation.

Not to mention that the antidote he had casually provided had completely saved the Dugu family.

In comparison, Yu Tianheng's selfishness and narrow-mindedness seemed utterly laughable.

Just then, Huang Yan entered the preparation area under the guidance of an attendant.

Huang Yan's expression was calm, his black hair stirring slightly in the wind.

That distinctive air of detachment and absolute confidence made Dugu Yan's heart skip a beat.

Dugu Yan could not help stepping forward and speaking softly to Huang Yan.

"Young Master Huang Yan... Tianheng was only impulsive for a moment. Please show mercy when you face him on the stage later."

Huang Yan looked at her and smiled warmly.

"Miss Dugu, rest assured. For Senior Dugu's sake, I will not take his life."

Those words, filled with absolute confidence and generosity, made Dugu Yan's pretty face flush as a brilliant light shone in her eyes.

When Yu Tianheng saw this, jealousy nearly made him spit blood. He pointed at Huang Yan and roared:

"Yan Yan!

Why are you begging him?

He is the one who should be begging for mercy tonight!

Kid, if you have the guts, get on the stage now!"

Huang Yan did not even spare Yu Tianheng another glance. He merely nodded slightly to Dugu Yan before striding toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

I'm the one who should beg for mercy tonight?

Huang Yan sneered inwardly.

Next, I hope your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon can stay tough in front of my Dark Sacred Dragon.