Dark Sacred Dragon VS Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! Dugu Yan's Admiration? Yu Tianheng So Jealous He's About to Vomit Blood?!

Huang Yan straightened his expression and nodded.

"Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphor Snake poison has been neutralized, and his strength has risen rather than fallen.

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

However, regarding Emperor Xue Ye, the dosage must be carefully controlled.

We cannot let him die too quickly; at the very least, we must wait until you have fully seized control of the Heaven Dou Empire's military and political power."

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

"Rest assured, This Lonely One knows what to do.

As for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi still trusts me implicitly.

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

Speaking of this, Qian Renxue glanced at the sky outside, a playful arc curling at the corner of her lips:

"The time is almost upon us.

Let us go; This Lonely One will accompany you to the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou today.

I wish to see how you will thoroughly trample the pride of that 'little thunder-mutt' beneath your feet."

"It would be my pleasure."

Huang Yan smiled slightly, walking side by side with Qian Renxue toward the exit of the East Palace.

As night fell, the area outside the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou was ablaze with lights, the clamor of the crowd deafening.

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

Seeing "Xue Qinghe" and Huang Yan push the door open together, a flash of malice crossed his eyes, though he immediately replaced it with a warm, welcoming smile:

"Your Highness, I never expected that you would find the time in your busy schedule to attend in person.

Brother Huang Yan, I thought you might not show up tonight."

Qian Renxue smiled faintly and said gently:

"Tianheng, Huang Yan is a guest of This Lonely One; naturally, I must come to show my support for his sparring match.

However, since this is merely a friendly exchange, do be sure to hold back—let us not damage our harmony."

Yu Tianheng puffed out his chest slightly and laughed confidently:

"Your Highness, rest assured. I have my own sense of propriety and certainly won't hurt Brother Huang Yan.

I have already arranged for tonight's solo match to take place directly on the Main Soul Fighting Arena. How does that sound?"

Dugu Yan, standing to the side, reached Yu Tianheng's side and whispered:

"Tianheng, why not just let it go? We are all friends; there is no need to determine a winner on the stage..."

Yu Tianheng brushed her hand away with a hint of impatience, looking at Huang Yan with a provocative gaze:

"Yan Yan, communication between soul masters is perfectly normal.

Since Brother Huang Yan comes from the Martial Soul Hall, he must be a proud and arrogant soul master; surely he doesn't lack even this much courage?"

Huang Yan crossed his arms over his chest, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Young Master Yu is right; between soul masters, strength does the talking.

However, since it is a sparring match, it would be rather dull without a wager."

Yu Tianheng burst into laughter upon hearing this, his eyes filled with contempt:

"A wager?

Haha, interesting!

I wonder what Brother Huang Yan wishes to bet?

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

Huang Yan flicked his wrist, and a soul bone emitting a soft, shimmering glow and an astonishing fluctuation of soul power landed on the table:

"Simple.

If I lose, this forty-thousand-year right-arm soul bone belongs to you."

This right-arm bone had been taken from the treasury by Azure Luan Douluo and gifted to Huang Yan previously.

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

But at the time, Huang Yan felt the attributes were not a perfect fit, so he had set it aside.

Unexpectedly, after hunting his fifth soul ring, Huang Yan awakened the memories of his past life.

Naturally, Huang Yan had no use for this forty-thousand-year right-arm bone.

Using it as 'bait' now was perfectly appropriate.

"A ten thousand year soul bone?!"

Yu Tianheng's breathing instantly grew heavy, his eyes locked onto the soul bone as he struggled to suppress the greed surging in his heart.

He suppressed his excitement, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Fine!

What a bold spirit!

Then if you lose... no, if I lose, what is it that you want?"

Huang Yan stared at Yu Tianheng, the smile at the corners of his mouth gradually turning icy:

"If you lose, I don't want your Soul Bone.

I only want you to shout three times in front of every spectator at the Great Soul Arena tonight:

'The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is nothing but a low-class, mixed-blood pseudo-dragon!'"

"Insolent!"

Yu Tianheng flew into a rage, the veins on his forehead bulging as faint lightning flickered across his body:

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

You are courting death!"

Qian Renxue watched quietly from the side, lifting her teacup to take a sip, masking the smile at the corners of her lips.

Huang Yan's expression remained calm, and he asked back indifferently:

"What is it? Does the dignified Twin Star of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lack even this much confidence?

Or is it that you have already foreseen your own defeat?"

"Fine! I bet with you!"

Yu Tianheng laughed out of extreme anger, pointing at Huang Yan as he said viciously:

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

I hope that when we are on the stage later, your bones will be as hard as your mouth!"

Having said that, Yu Tianheng flicked his sleeves and stormed out of the private box in a rage to prepare for the match.

Dugu Yan glanced at Huang Yan with some concern, sighed, and followed him out.

The private box fell silent once more.

Qian Renxue set down her teacup, looked at the Soul Bone on the table, and said with a playful laugh:

"A forty-thousand-year Soul Bone—you really are willing to bet big.

However, your condition is essentially meant to trample the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into the mud."

Huang Yan put away the Soul Bone and let out a cold sneer:

"The mud?

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

Let's go, Sister Xue'er, the show is about to begin."

Qian Renxue summoned her trusted aide from the East Palace who was waiting nearby and commanded indifferently:

"Pass on Our order: have the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena stir up momentum immediately.

Tell them that tonight, the Main Soul Fighting Arena will feature a battle between the top genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng, and a mysterious prodigy from the Martial Soul Hall."

"Yes, Your Highness.

This subordinate will see to it at once."

Following the transmission of the Crown Prince's decree, the entire Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena instantly boiled over.

The news of a duel between geniuses from two top-tier factions, coupled with the prize of a forty-thousand-year Soul Bone, spread like wildfire, directly igniting all of Heaven Dou City.

In less than an hour, the main soul fighting area was packed to capacity, the cheers nearly blowing the roof off.

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

"A 40,000-year right arm bone... that belongs to me!

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

Dugu Yan watched his near-maniacal display of greed, her brows locked in a frown as a wave of intense discomfort surged within her:

"Tianheng, calm down.

Your mind is filled only with that Soul Bone; is the honor of the clan merely a bargaining chip for a Soul Bone in your eyes?"

Yu Tianheng turned his head sharply, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Yan Yan, you don't understand!

That is a 40,000-year Soul Bone!

As long as I fuse with it, I will be the undisputed heir of the clan!

That guy from the Martial Soul Hall is dead; I am going to tear his arrogance to shreds on that stage!"

Dugu Yan looked at the man with the hideous expression before her and suddenly felt he was incredibly like a stranger.

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

The figure of Huang Yan involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Both were of the younger generation, yet when faced with provocation, Huang Yan remained calm and unhurried, his every gesture radiating a nonchalant confidence that suggested he held the entire situation in his grasp.

Not to mention, the detoxification method Huang Yan had casually provided had completely saved her Dugu family.

By comparison, Yu Tianheng's selfishness and narrow-mindedness appeared utterly laughable.

Just then, led by an attendant, Huang Yan walked into the preparation area.

Huang Yan's expression was tranquil, his black hair swaying slightly in the breeze.

That transcendent, composed aura of his caused Dugu Yan's heart to skip a beat involuntarily.

Dugu Yan could not help but step forward and say softly to Huang Yan:

"Young Master Huang Yan... Tianheng was merely acting on impulse. Later on the stage, I ask that you please show mercy."

Huang Yan looked at her and smiled gently:

"Rest assured, Miss Dugu. Out of respect for Senior Dugu, I will not take his life."

This statement, brimming with absolute confidence and magnanimity, caused Dugu Yan's pretty face to flush, her eyes sparkling with brilliance.

Seeing this scene, Yu Tianheng was so jealous he nearly coughed up blood, pointing at Huang Yan and roaring:

"Yan Yan!

What are you begging him for?

The one who should be begging for mercy tonight is him!

Brat, if you've got guts, get on the stage right now!"

Huang Yan did not even spare Yu Tianheng a second glance; he merely nodded slightly to Dugu Yan before striding toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

The one who should be begging for mercy tonight is me?

Huang Yan sneered inwardly.

Next, I hope your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon can hold its own against my Dark Sacred Dragon.