Even a Titled Douluo Gets Beaten! Yu Yuanzhen Gets Pummeled, Qian Yu: You Brought This Shame on Yourself, You Half-Blood Mud Loach!

The moment the aura of the Dark Sacred Dragon spread.

Yu Yuanzhen's Thunder Dragon Claw, which had come surging in with tremendous force,

seemed to have encountered its natural enemy. Its violent lightning instantly withered and dimmed.

The enormous Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantom behind him let out a mournful cry and trembled uncontrollably.

Qian Yu stood his ground, not retreating a single step. He merely raised one hand.

Without even using a Soul Skill, he casually caught the Dragon Claw Yu Yuanzhen had struck with.

"So this is the attack of the world's number-one Beast Martial Soul?"

Qian Yu's lips curled in ridicule as he applied a little pressure with his five fingers.

"It's so feeble it couldn't even scratch an itch."

Feeling the submission and fear that welled up from his Martial Soul's very depths, born of bloodline, Yu Yuanzhen's pupils shrank. He cried out in shock:

"How is this possible?!

My Martial Soul... is actually afraid?!"

"What level of dragon bloodline is this?!

My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon can't even unleash half its strength!"

Earlier, Yu Yuanzhen had thought

that Yu Xiaoyan's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline was weak,

which was why it had been suppressed by Qian Yu's Dark Sacred Dragon bloodline.

At first, Yu Yuanzhen had thought

that with the advantage of his cultivation,

even if his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline was inferior to the Dark Sacred Dragon bloodline,

he could still suppress Qian Yu.

He had never expected to be affected this badly!

With a casual wave of his hand, Qian Yu sent Yu Yuanzhen staggering back several steps with a powerful blow. Looking down at him, he sneered:

"I told you long ago: your so-called Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the thing you're so proud of, is nothing more than a half-blood mud loach tainted with a little dragon aura."

"Before a true dragon of the highest order, you don't even have the right to stand up straight!"

"Yu Yuanzhen, if that's the full extent of your strength, you can kneel down and apologize right now."

Yu Yuanzhen steadied himself. His old face flushed red, shock and humiliation mingling in his eyes:

"Don't get carried away!

You're just relying on your Martial Soul's superior quality to suppress me!"

"Today, I'll show you that the absolute Soul Power of a ninety-third-rank Titled Douluo can't be made up for by a mere bloodline suppression!"

Yu Yuanzhen clenched his teeth, and the fifth Soul Ring around him suddenly blazed.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Thunderous Might!"

In an instant,

countless thick bolts of blue lightning wove together overhead, forming an enormous web of thunder.

With an aura of destruction, it swept down over Qian Yu from every direction.

Facing the furious strike of a Titled Douluo, Qian Yu still didn't dodge or retreat. His gaze grew colder:

"Since you won't give up until you hit the Yellow River, I'll crush your laughable pride completely."

"Then you'll see what true power looks like!"

The third black Soul Ring around Qian Yu suddenly lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Dark Dragon Heaven-Breaking Strike!"

As Qian Yu's cold voice rang out,

a black dragon phantom, solid as the real thing, roared forth and soared straight into the sky to meet the web of lightning.

"Rumble—!"

A deafening explosion thundered across the arena.

The seemingly all-destroying Thunderous Might met the dark dragon—

and was instantly torn apart and devoured!

The dark dragon's momentum didn't falter. It slammed into Yu Yuanzhen's chest.

Yu Yuanzhen grunted. His body flew backward like a kite with its strings cut, crashing heavily into the edge of the arena.

The entire arena fell silent.

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Yu Yuanzhen as he struggled to rise. His voice brimmed with mockery:

"So much for your so-called absolute Soul Power.

Before the highest darkness, your thunder is suppressed by bloodline and utterly crushed by attribute.

Pathetic."

Yu Yuanzhen clutched his chest, a thread of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His face was full of disbelief:

"Impossible... How could my thunder be so easily defeated by a mere Soul Skill of yours?!"

Qian Yu sneered and slowly took a step forward:

"It wasn't defeated. It submitted.

Even your Soul Power is bowing to a true higher dragon clan.

Yu Yuanzhen, stop acting like a clown and testing me.

Bring out your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Dragon Transformation secret art. Use your eighth Soul Skill.

Otherwise, this farce ends now."

"You insolent brat, you've gone too far!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes turned bloodshot, and he completely lost himself to madness.

He was the dignified sect master. When had he ever suffered such unbearable humiliation?!

"Since you insist on courting death, I'll show you the true foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

Yu Yuanzhen threw his head back and roared. His clothes shredded to pieces.

His arms, legs, and even chest were instantly covered in fine blue dragon scales, and his aura surged once more.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Wrath of the Thunder God!"

A deep black Soul Ring blazed brightly. Yu Yuanzhen transformed into a raging thunder dragon.

With the might to destroy the heavens and the earth, he charged straight at Qian Yu to tear him apart.

Faced with this devastating attack, Qian Yu showed not the slightest ripple in his eyes. He simply said four words:

"Darkness Domain."

In an instant, absolute darkness erupted around Qian Yu, swallowing the entire arena.

"What's happening?!

My Soul Power... my speed..."

Yu Yuanzhen's horrified roar rang out from the darkness.

"Within my domain, that pitiful half-blood thunder of yours doesn't even have the right to flicker."

Qian Yu's cold voice echoed from every direction.

Then, a dull crash boomed from the darkness.

"Bang—!"

The darkness scattered.

The audience drew in a sharp breath.

Yu Yuanzhen's proud Dragon Transformation scales were shattered for the most part, and he was kneeling before Qian Yu like a dead dog.

He panted heavily, unable to move a muscle.

Qian Yu's breathing hadn't even quickened. Looking down at Yu Yuanzhen, he spoke as calmly as if stating a fact:

"You lost."

Yu Yuanzhen trembled all over, his teeth clenched tight. His eyes were full of humiliation and despair.

Qian Yu bent down slightly, patted Yu Yuanzhen on the cheek, and said coldly:

"Now, honor your wager, Sect Master Yu.

Tell everyone in Heaven Dou City, loud and clear,

what your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons really are!"

Yu Yuanzhen's fists dug into the arena's stone slabs, his nails drawing blood.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.

"What?

A dignified Titled Douluo is going to break his word in public?"

Qian Yu's gaze turned icy, and an even more terrifying pressure from a true dragon crashed down.

"Crack—"

Yu Yuanzhen's kneecaps let out a brittle snap under the unbearable strain.

Crushed by absolute superiority in both power and bloodline, Yu Yuanzhen finally broke.

Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down his old face. In a hoarse voice, he shouted:

"I... I admit it!

My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon... is, is a half-blood false dragon!

From now on, the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will... bow their heads and take the long way around whenever they see you, Qian Yu!"

Those words set the entire arena ablaze with commotion.

The sect master of the world's number-one Beast Martial Soul had actually admitted in public that his Martial Soul was a half-blood false dragon!

Qian Yu straightened up and gave a disdainful snort:

"You should've admitted it sooner instead of bringing this shame on yourself.

Get lost. Don't let me see any more of you half-blood mud loaches."