Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? Just a Mixed-Blood Fake Dragon! Yu Xiaoyan Loses It: "You Fallen One!"

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust. She coldly spat out a few words:

"Yu Xiaogang is a hypocritical good-for-nothing. Just hearing his name makes me sick."

She clenched her fists, her voice icy:

"And the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is just as revolting.

They lost face in Spirit City, so they came to Heaven Dou City to step on Spirit Hall and make a name for themselves?

Do they really think there's no one in Spirit Hall?"

Looking at Bibi Dong's deep loathing, Qian Yu nodded slightly, in full agreement.

He let out a cold laugh, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has indeed grown rather arrogant over the years.

They really think that having the title of the world's number-one Beast Martial Soul lets them do whatever they want."

"Besides, the 'world's number-one Beast Martial Soul' that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect takes such pride in doesn't live up to its name.

It's just an inferior dragon Martial Soul.

(Note: In the earlier versions, it was always set as an inferior dragon, but in the end it was changed to a true dragon.)

Before my Dark Sacred Dragon, they're nothing but ants.

And yet they feel no shame—instead, they take pride in it.

Looks like I really need to teach the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect what a true True Dragon Martial Soul is!

That title isn't for some mongrel dragon to claim!"

Qian Yu took Bibi Dong's hand, his voice calm yet brimming with unquestionable authority:

"Since Dong'er can't stand them, let's go in and meet this so-called 'top genius.'

While we're at it, we can teach the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect a thing or two about rules."

Bibi Dong nodded firmly, a trace of coldness appearing on her stunning face:

"Good!

I want to see just how capable this Soul Emperor really is!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two walked straight through the packed crowd and strode into the Great Soul Arena in Heaven Dou City.

The Great Soul Arena was packed with people, and the atmosphere was deafening.

On the Main Soul Arena Platform, the burly Yu Xiaoyan kicked a Spirit Hall Soul Master off the ring and burst into a brash laugh:

"Pathetic!

Are all the Spirit Hall Soul Masters in Heaven Dou City such good-for-nothings?"

He planted his hands on his hips and looked around, his eyes full of contempt:

"Who else dares come up?

If Spirit Hall has no one left, then tell your cowering Holy Son to come out and kneel to my younger brother to apologize!"

The Spirit Hall members below the platform flushed with anger, yet dared not speak up.

Just then, a calm yet penetrating voice drifted through the noisy arena:

"A mongrel-blood lizard with an impure lineage dares to yap here?"

The entire arena fell silent in an instant. Everyone turned toward the entrance.

Yu Xiaoyan whipped around and fixed his gaze on Qian Yu and Bibi Dong as they approached at an unhurried pace. He laughed in fury:

"Kid, who the hell are you?

How dare you insult the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's world's number-one Beast Martial Soul!"

Holding Bibi Dong's hand, Qian Yu walked to the edge of the platform without even giving Yu Xiaoyan a proper look:

"Insult you?

I'm simply stating the facts.

An inferior dragon is still an inferior dragon. You slap on a layer of electric-blue skin and think that makes you a true dragon?"

Yu Xiaoyan's face turned livid, and faint arcs of lightning flickered over his body as he roared:

"You're asking to die!

State your name. I don't kill nameless nobodies!"

Qian Yu let go of Bibi Dong's hand, then flashed onto the platform with effortless grace. He looked at Yu Xiaoyan as if he were an ant:

"Spirit Hall Holy Son, Qian Yu."

At the sound of that name, Yu Xiaoyan's pupils contracted. Then a cruel smile spread across his face:

"So you're that Holy Son who only knows how to hide behind a woman!

Good, very good!

Today, I'll break both your legs and get justice for Xiaogang!"

Qian Yu's lips curved into a mocking smile as he beckoned Yu Xiaoyan with a finger:

"Enough nonsense.

Make your move. Let's see how many attacks a mongrel-blood lizard like you can take."

Below the platform, Bibi Dong crossed her arms and added coldly:

"Brother Yu, don't get your hands dirty. Finish this quickly."

Qian Yu tilted his head slightly and chuckled:

"Don't worry, Dong'er. One move is enough to crush a lizard."

"Utter arrogance!"

Yu Xiaoyan laughed furiously and let out a deafening roar.

Blinding blue-violet lightning erupted from his body, and six optimally matched Soul Rings circled him.

"Today, I'll make you remember the might of the world's number-one Beast Martial Soul with your life!"

Yu Xiaoyan's arms instantly underwent Dragon Transformation. Wreathed in violent lightning, he prepared to lunge at Qian Yu.

Facing this earth-shaking attack, Qian Yu didn't even raise an eyelid.

"World's number one?

A frog at the bottom of a well."

Qian Yu's voice was indifferent as he lightly snapped the middle finger and thumb of his right hand.

"Roar—!"

With a dragon's roar that seemed to come from an ancient abyss, absolute darkness instantly swallowed the entire Main Soul Arena Platform.

A pitch-black Dark Sacred Dragon, radiating an aura of destruction and supreme majesty, slowly materialized behind Qian Yu.

He hadn't released a single Soul Ring or used any Soul Skill.

Just the instant the Dark Sacred Dragon appeared—

A terrifying pressure, born from the depths of one's bloodline and belonging to a true dragon of the highest order, crashed down like a hundred thousand mountains!

"Bang!"

The violent lightning around Yu Xiaoyan instantly went out.

The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon trembled violently against its will. It let out a whimper, then shrank straight back into his body.

"W-what's going on?!"

Yu Xiaoyan's eyes widened, his face filled with terror.

His knees buckled, and an irresistible tremor swept through his entire body.

With a thud, the bloodline pressure pinned him to the ground, forcing him to his knees.

He couldn't even move a finger!

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon... is actually afraid?!"

Yu Xiaoyan struggled to lift his head, his voice full of disbelief, despair, and humiliation:

"You... what kind of Martial Soul is that?!"

Qian Yu looked down at Yu Xiaoyan kneeling on the ground, his gaze like a god's as he surveyed an ant:

"I told you already. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is nothing but a mongrel-blood lizard."

Qian Yu slowly paced over to Yu Xiaoyan, his voice full of mockery:

"Before a true dragon, you don't even have the right to stand and speak to me."

Watching this scene from below, Bibi Dong's stunning face took on a look of satisfaction as she mocked him coldly:

"So this is the so-called top genius?

He can't even withstand Brother Yu's Martial Soul pressure.

The people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect really are just like Yu Xiaogang—good-for-nothings who only know how to bluster."

"Impossible!

This can't be!"

Yu Xiaoyan's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his teeth, unable to believe it:

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the world's number-one Beast Martial Soul!

How could its bloodline be suppressed?

What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

Yu Xiaoyan desperately tried to get back to his feet.

But under the supreme pressure of the Dark Sacred Dragon, his legs seemed rooted to the ground. He couldn't move at all.

Overwhelmed by humiliation,

Yu Xiaoyan felt the intense darkness pressing down on him and suddenly burst into mad laughter, as though he'd found a lifeline:

"Darkness!

Such pure darkness!

Hahahaha, I understand now!"