Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? Just a mixed-blood pseudo-dragon! Yu Xiaoyan's defenses crumbled: You degenerate!

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust as she spat out a few cold words:

"That hypocritical piece of trash, Yu Xiaogang—the mere mention of his name makes me sick."

She clenched her fists, her tone chilling:

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

They lost face in Martial Soul City, so they ran to Heaven Dou City to build their reputation by stepping on our Martial Soul Hall?

Do they really think Martial Soul Hall is empty of talent?"

Qian Yu watched Bibi Dong's expression of deep loathing and nodded slightly, in complete agreement.

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

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has truly become arrogant over these years.

They actually think that by relying on the title of 'Number One Beast Martial Soul under Heaven,' they can do whatever they please."

"Furthermore, the 'Number One Beast Martial Soul under Heaven' that they take such pride in is a title that doesn't live up to reality.

It is merely a sub-dragon martial soul.

(Note: In previous versions, it was always a sub-dragon, but it was changed to a true dragon at the end.)

In the presence of my Dark Sacred Dragon, they are nothing but ants.

Yet they feel no shame, taking pride in it instead.

It seems I really must let the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect know what a true dragon martial soul is!

That title is not something a mongrel dragon can lay claim to!"

Qian Yu gripped Bibi Dong's hand, his tone calm yet permeated with unquestionable dominance:

"Since Dong'er finds them displeasing, let us go in and meet this so-called 'top genius.'

While we're at it, we shall teach the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect what it means to follow the rules."

Bibi Dong nodded heavily, a coldness surfacing on her exquisite face:

"Good!

I want to see exactly how much skill this Soul Emperor possesses!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two walked straight through the crowded throng and strode into the Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou.

Inside the Great Soul Arena, the noise was deafening, the atmosphere rowdy.

On the main soul fighting stage, the burly Yu Xiaoyan kicked a Martial Soul Hall soul master off the ring and laughed arrogantly:

"Pathetic!

Is everyone in the Heaven Dou City branch of Martial Soul Hall this useless?"

He stood with his hands on his hips, scanning his surroundings with extreme contempt:

"Who else dares to come up?

If Martial Soul Hall has no one left, just have your turtle-like Holy Son crawl out and kowtow to my brother to apologize!"

The members of Martial Soul Hall below the stage were flushed with anger, daring not to speak.

Just then, a calm yet piercing voice echoed leisurely throughout the noisy arena:

"A mongrel lizard with impure blood, daring to bark here?"

The entire arena fell into instant silence, everyone's gaze snapping toward the entrance.

Yu Xiaoyan whipped his head around, glaring fixedly at Qian Yu and Bibi Dong as they walked in slowly, laughing in his fury:

"Brat, what are you?

How dare you insult the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's Number One Beast Martial Soul under Heaven!"

Qian Yu held Bibi Dong's hand as he walked to the edge of the ring, not even sparing Yu Xiaoyan a glance:

"Insult?

I am merely stating the facts.

A sub-dragon is a sub-dragon; do you really think that by draping yourself in a layer of electric blue skin, you become a true dragon?"

Yu Xiaoyan's face turned livid, lightning flickering faintly across his body as he roared:

"You're courting death!

State your name; I do not kill nobodies!"

Qian Yu released Bibi Dong's hand, his figure flickering as he landed lightly on the stage, looking at Yu Xiaoyan as if he were an ant:

"Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, Qian Yu."

Upon hearing this name, Yu Xiaoyan's pupils constricted, followed by a cruel smile:

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

Good, very good!"

"Today, I will break your legs and seek justice for Xiaogang!"

Qian Yu's lips curled into a mocking arc as he beckoned to Yu Xiaoyan with his finger.

"So much talk.

Make your move. Let me see how many strikes a mongrel lizard like you can take from me."

Bibi Dong, standing below the stage with her arms crossed, added coldly:

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

Qian Yu turned his head slightly and chuckled:

"Rest assured, Dong'er. To crush a lizard, one strike is enough."

"Utter arrogance!"

Yu Xiaoyan laughed in his fury, throwing his head back and letting out a deafening roar.

Blinding blue-purple lightning erupted from his body as six perfectly configured soul rings swirled around him.

"Today, I will make you pay with your life to remember the majesty of the world's number one beast soul!"

Yu Xiaoyan's arms instantly transformed into dragon claws, and, carrying the violent power of thunder, he prepared to lunge at Qian Yu.

Facing this massive, imposing strike, Qian Yu didn't even lift an eyelid.

"The world's number one?

A frog at the bottom of a well."

Qian Yu's tone was indifferent as he lightly snapped his right thumb and middle finger.

"ROAR—!"

Accompanied by a dragon's roar that seemed to echo from an ancient abyss, absolute darkness instantly enveloped the entire main soul fighting arena.

A pitch-black phantom of a Dark Sacred Dragon, radiating an aura of destruction and supremacy, slowly manifested behind Qian Yu.

He released no soul rings and cast no soul skills.

The very instant the Dark Sacred Dragon appeared, a terrifying pressure—originating from the depths of its bloodline and belonging to a true, superior dragon—descended like the weight of a hundred thousand mountains!

"Bang!"

The violent lightning on Yu Xiaoyan's body was instantly extinguished.

The phantom of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul began to tremble uncontrollably, letting out a whimper before retracting back into his body.

"What... what is happening?!"

Yu Xiaoyan's eyes widened in terror.

He felt his knees go weak as an irresistible tremor coursed through his entire body.

With a heavy thud, he was forced to his knees, pinned firmly to the ground by the sheer weight of that bloodline pressure.

He couldn't even move a single finger!

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

Yu Xiaoyan lifted his head with great difficulty, his voice filled with incredulous despair and humiliation:

"What... what kind of soul is yours?!"

Qian Yu looked down at the kneeling Yu Xiaoyan from above, his eyes like a god gazing upon an ant:

"I told you long ago, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is nothing more than a mongrel lizard."

Qian Yu paced slowly until he stood before Yu Xiaoyan, his tone dripping with mockery:

"In the presence of a true dragon, you don't even have the qualifications to stand while speaking to me."

Bibi Dong, watching from below, felt a surge of satisfaction on her beautiful face and mocked coldly:

"Is this your so-called top-tier genius?

He can't even withstand Brother Yu's soul pressure.

The people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect are just like Yu Xiaogang—nothing but trash who only know how to posture."

"Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaoyan's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth gritted in utter disbelief:

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the world's number one beast soul!

How could it be suppressed by bloodline?

What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

Yu Xiaoyan struggled desperately to stand up.

But under the supreme pressure of the Dark Sacred Dragon, his legs remained rooted to the ground as if nailed there, unable to move an inch.

Under extreme humiliation.

Yu Xiaoyan felt that aura of ultimate darkness, and suddenly, as if clutching at a life-saving straw, he burst into a manic laugh:

"Darkness!

Such a pure aura of darkness!

Hahahaha, I understand now!"