Liu Erlong Plays Favorites, Twisting Right and Wrong? Huang Yan: What Do You Think You Are?!

The Great Soul Arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a tidal wave of cheers.

"He won!

He's actually a Level 65 Soul Emperor!"

"What Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? In front of the Dark Sacred Dragon, it's nothing but a fake dragon!

If you ask me, the Dark Sacred Dragon is the number one Beast Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent!"

"Exactly! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon calls itself the best under heaven? What a disgrace it made of itself today!"

As the jeers and cheers thundered around him, Yu Tianheng, lying beneath the stage, was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"No... That's not how it is... The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon... is the strongest..."

Yu Tianheng stared fixedly at Huang Yan onstage, his lips trembling as he tried to shout his rebuttal.

But with his ribs broken and Soul Power churning inside him, he couldn't make a sound.

Even worse, the overwhelming gap in strength and the pressure of the superior dragon's might had just now

completely shattered Yu Tianheng's pride, leaving him without even the slightest confidence to argue back.

Just then, a fiery figure in the stands finally lost patience,

and plummeted from above in an instant, wrapped in a violent surge of Soul Power, landing beside Yu Tianheng.

It was Liu Erlong.

She had heard the news secretly spread by Qian Renxue's men: Yu Tianheng was going to face off against a genius from Spirit Hall, so she had come specially to watch.

She had never imagined that the nephew she had placed such high hopes in would not only suffer a crushing defeat, but also have his dignity trampled so mercilessly.

Although Liu Erlong had no fondness for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect,

as she looked at