Slander? Yu Xiaoyan Passes Out! Qian Yu: Blue Lightning, Just You Wait! Gu Rong Watching the Fight?

Yu Xiaoyan whipped around and roared at the audience below, his face twisted with mockery and madness:

"Open your eyes and take a good look!

This is Spirit Hall's Holy Son!"

"Spirit Hall waves the banner of justice every day, constantly claiming it wants to drive out evil!

And what do we get?

Your lofty Holy Son actually possesses such an evil Dark Martial Soul!"

"What Holy Son? I say he's nothing but a fallen one!

You people from Spirit Hall are all a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites!"

His words sent the entire Great Soul Arena into an uproar.

The many Soul Masters present, especially those affiliated with Spirit Hall,

were instantly filled with righteous indignation at Yu Xiaoyan's attempt to turn black into white. They cursed him furiously:

"Bullshit!

You can't win, so you smear His Highness the Holy Son? Don't the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect have any shame!"

"Exactly!

Martial Soul attributes are divided into light and dark. Since when were they divided into good and evil?

So having a Dark attribute makes someone fallen?

What utter nonsense!"

"A Soul Emperor, and yet so outmatched that his bloodline suppresses him—that's bad enough. Now he's barking like a mad dog, too.

He's brought nothing but shame on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!"

Hearing the torrent of curses around her, the chill in Bibi Dong's eyes deepened. She sneered,

"Yu Xiaogang is a useless hack who only knows how to plagiarize theories. And you, his older brother, are a foul-mouthed scoundrel.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect really does pass its revolting ways down from one generation to the next."

Watching Yu Xiaoyan rant and rave like a clown, Qian Yu didn't even feel like getting angry. He simply said four words:

"Raging in helpless fury."

Qian Yu slowly crouched down and stared into Yu Xiaoyan's bloodshot eyes, his voice cold and mocking:

"Since you insist on turning black into white and calling my Martial Soul evil..."

The corner of Qian Yu's mouth curled into a dangerous smile.

"Then I'll be merciful and let you experience for yourself what 'evil' really means."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a pure black gleam flashed in Qian Yu's eyes.

A wisp of dense, ink-black darkness flowed from Qian Yu's fingertips

and shot into the space between Yu Xiaoyan's brows.

"Ah—!"

Yu Xiaoyan let out a bloodcurdling scream and convulsed wildly, as if he'd been electrocuted.

Yu Xiaoyan was horrified to discover

that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul he'd always been so proud of was letting out a despairing wail beneath the invasion of that dark aura.

It seemed about to be devoured and torn to pieces!

It was a shuddering, gut-wrenching sense of loss, one that came from the depths of his soul.

"My Martial Soul!

What have you done to my Martial Soul?!"

Tears and snot streamed down Yu Xiaoyan's face. All his arrogance had vanished, leaving nothing but boundless terror. His voice hoarse, he shrieked,

"Stop!

Stop it!

I concede!

I concede!"

Qian Yu slowly rose to his feet and looked down at him, his voice utterly devoid of warmth.

"You know how to beg for mercy now?

Weren't you just so certain that I was a fallen one?

What's the matter? You can't even endure this little bit of 'evil'?"

"N-no... I was blind!

I was talking nonsense!"

Yu Xiaoyan curled up on the ground in agony, drenched in cold sweat. He frantically banged his head against the arena floor.

"Please, Your Highness the Holy Son, have mercy!

I ran my mouth!

Spare me, spare my Martial Soul!"

Qian Yu gave a cold snort, disgust flashing through his eyes.

As if kicking a piece of trash, he drove his foot into Yu Xiaoyan's chest.

"Bang!"

Yu Xiaoyan flew off the arena like a kite with its string cut,

crashing hard onto the floor below.

He spewed a mouthful of blood and passed out completely.

Qian Yu brushed off his clothes and glanced at the few Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples below, who were already scared out of their wits. His voice was indifferent.

"Take these exact words back to Yu Yuanzhen:

The title of strongest Beast Martial Soul in the world is due for a new owner.

From now on, when anyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect sees my Dark Sacred Dragon, they'd better tuck their tails between their legs."

Bibi Dong stepped onto the arena and naturally slipped her arm through Qian Yu's.

Her eyes filled with murderous intent as she shouted at the trembling disciples:

"Take this good-for-nothing and that joke Yu Xiaogang back to your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!

If you dare come to Spirit Hall's territory and stir up trouble again, you'll suffer far more than a few broken bones."

"Get out of here!"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples felt as if they'd been granted a new lease on life. Their faces deathly pale, they scrambled forward,

hoisted the unconscious Yu Xiaoyan onto their shoulders, and fled the Great Soul Arena like beaten dogs.

Watching the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's people flee in disgrace, the Great Soul Arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers.

Spirit Hall's people felt as if they'd finally spat out the pent-up rage in their chests.

Their faces flushed with excitement as they raised their arms and cheered wildly:

"His Highness the Holy Son is mighty!"

"Her Highness the Saintess is mighty!"

"Long live Spirit Hall!"

The rousing shouts surged like a tidal wave, rising and falling throughout the Great Soul Arena.

As Bibi Dong listened to the cheers, her gaze remained fixed on the direction Yu Xiaoyan and the others had gone.

She turned to Qian Yu and asked with a slight frown,

"Brother Yu, are we really going to let this go?

They came all the way to Heaven Dou City to provoke us like that. Letting them leave just like this is far too good for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

Qian Yu gave a soft snort, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

He lifted his hand and affectionately ruffled Bibi Dong's hair, then chuckled.

"Of course we can't let it go."

Qian Yu lowered his hand, his voice frosty.

"They came right onto our turf to stir up trouble.

If we only break one dog's leg, won't it make Spirit Hall look like it doesn't know how to treat its guests?"

"Dong'er, since they like challenging other sects to make a name for themselves, we'll give them a taste of their own medicine!"

"Come on. Let's pay a nice little 'visit' to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's residence in Heaven Dou City!"

Qian Yu was about to turn and leave with Bibi Dong

when his gaze suddenly sharpened, locking onto a corner of the highest tier of the stands.

There wasn't a soul in sight.

Yet Qian Yu's keen senses detected an extremely dense aura of darkness lingering in that area.

What was more, the air there was subtly distorted, rippling with strange waves of spatial energy.

Bibi Dong noticed his reaction and followed his gaze, but saw nothing. Confused, she asked,

"Brother Yu, what's wrong?

Is something off over there?"

Qian Yu looked away, the corner of his mouth curling into an amused smile.

"Nothing. I just noticed a rather unusual 'spectator.'"

"An aura of pure darkness, accompanied by fluctuations of spatial energy...

If I'm not mistaken, the only Martial Soul in this world that possesses both attributes belongs to that person."

Bibi Dong's heart stirred.

"You mean... Gu Rong's Bone Dragon?"

Qian Yu gave a slight nod, his gaze profound.

"Let's go. Since he's only watching, we'll head back first and talk about it later."