Yu Yuanzhen knelt on the shattered stone slabs, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He was seething with humiliation.
He was a dignified ninety-third-level Titled Douluo and the sect master of a great sect.
And he had actually lost to an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo?!
Even though Qian Yu possessed an astonishing hundred-thousand-year eighth Soul Ring, even though he had a rare domain.
Yu Yuanzhen still refused to accept it!
Forced to admit in front of the city's Soul Masters that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was a mongrel false dragon...
He could imagine it perfectly.
From this day forward, Douluo Continent's publicly acknowledged number-one Beast Martial Soul would become Qian Yu's Dark Sacred Dragon!
And he, along with the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, would become a laughingstock across the land, mocked over meals and tea!
Watching Qian Yu turn away with contempt.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes gradually reddened, and his breathing grew as rough as an ox's.
"I haven't lost... How could I possibly lose to a mere brat like you!"
Yu Yuanzhen ground his teeth and snarled, the humiliation in his heart twisting into madness.
"I didn't even use my Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!
I didn't even use my strongest ninth Soul Skill!
I was holding back, and you dare humiliate me like this!"
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling and crazed he became.
Yu Yuanzhen suddenly raised his head, a terrifying killing intent erupting in his eyes.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
With a ferocious roar, Yu Yuanzhen suddenly sprang into action without warning.
In an instant, he transformed into the massive true form of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, dozens of meters long.
Carrying several times the thunderous power of before, he lunged straight at Qian Yu from behind!
"Qian Yu!
Go to hell!
I haven't lost!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared, his enormous dragon claw bearing down on Qian Yu's back.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically. She cried out in anger and shock:
"Yu Yuanzhen!
You're the dignified master of a sect, and you launch a sneak attack from behind!
Have you no shame!"
Faced with the devastating ambush behind him, Qian Yu didn't show the slightest panic.
He slowly turned around and looked at the savage Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Avatar.
The last trace of amusement in his eyes turned to bone-chilling cold:
"Can't accept losing, so you resort to a sneak attack?"
"Is this the backbone of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
The eighth, hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring on Qian Yu's body suddenly erupted in dazzling crimson light.
"Yu Yuanzhen, I'd planned to spare your miserable life.
Since you insist on courting death, then take your pitiful pride with you to hell!"
As Qian Yu spoke, his voice icy cold.
The hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring suddenly lit up, bathing the entire Soul Fighting Arena in blood-red light.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Dark Dragon Annihilation Kill!"
A beam of pure, absolute darkness.
Pierced straight through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Avatar.
"Gahhh—!"
A scream of utter agony rang through the heavens.
Yu Yuanzhen's prized Martial Soul Avatar shattered piece by piece like fragile glass.
"Bang—!"
Yu Yuanzhen slammed down in the middle of the arena, drenched in blood, his Dragon Transformation features completely gone.
His aura had dwindled to its weakest point.
Qian Yu walked over and looked down at him, his tone utterly calm:
"Martial Soul Avatar?
Is that the trump card you thought could make you beat me?"
"Yu Yuanzhen, don't you think a little too highly of yourself?
Even with every trump card laid bare, you're still nothing but a slightly larger ant in my eyes."
Yu Yuanzhen stared at Qian Yu, unable to hide his terror and disbelief.
He'd activated his Martial Soul Avatar and launched a full-force sneak attack... and still lost?!
And Qian Yu had handled it with such ease, as though he'd merely swatted away a fly!
An overwhelming sense of humiliation and helplessness washed over him.
Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes in despair, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Bibi Dong walked onto the Soul Fighting Arena and looked at Yu Yuanzhen's miserable state, mocking him without mercy:
"The dignified master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect couldn't accept losing, so he attacked from behind—and still got beaten like a dead dog!
You've completely disgraced the number-one Beast Martial Soul in the world today!"
Her words triggered a deafening wave of cheers and laughter from the stands.
Bibi Dong snorted and turned to Qian Yu with a suggestion:
"Brother Yu, keeping a treacherous wretch like this around will only cause trouble. Let's just kill him and be done with it!"
Qian Yu gently shook his head, a cruel smile curling his lips:
"Kill him?
That would be no fun.
Death would be a release for him.
It would be better to cripple his cultivation and turn him into a complete waste.
Let him spend the rest of his life tasting the pain of falling into the mire.
Wouldn't it be more entertaining to make him watch his clan become a laughingstock across the land?"
As he spoke, Qian Yu slowly raised his right hand. Dark Soul Power surged in his palm as he struck without mercy toward Yu Yuanzhen's dantian.
At that very moment.
"Stop!"
A deep, bell-like voice suddenly boomed from the VIP box at the highest point of the Soul Fighting Arena.
The next instant, an immensely powerful pressure swept across the entire arena.
A burly middle-aged man, his aura as profound as an abyss, leapt down from the box.
He landed steadily on the platform.
The newcomer was none other than the son of Tang Chen, the current master of the Clear Sky Sect, and the sect's young master.
He was also Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's biological father.
The ninety-fifth-level Super Douluo, Tang Tian!
From the box, Tang Tian had just watched Yu Yuanzhen get beaten down one-sidedly by Qian Yu.
He was equally shaken to the core and found it hard to believe.
But there was no way he could stand by and watch Yu Yuanzhen get his cultivation crippled.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was an important ally the Clear Sky Sect relied on to keep the Spirit Hall in check.
If Yu Yuanzhen were crippled, the alliance of the Upper Three Sects would suffer a tremendous blow!
Tang Tian stepped in front of Yu Yuanzhen, looked gravely at Qian Yu, and said in a deep voice:
"Holy Son Qian Yu, please show mercy.
Sect Master Yu has already lost and paid a terrible price.
If you cripple his cultivation as well, wouldn't that be going too far?"
Qian Yu raised an eyebrow, looked at Tang Tian standing in his way, and let out a contemptuous scoff:
"Show mercy?
Young Master Tang, did watching from up there make you go blind?
Don't you know that Yu Yuanzhen was the one who provoked me today?"
Qian Yu pointed at Yu Yuanzhen, who was half-dead on the ground, his eyes cold:
"Besides, that old dog just tried to kill me with a sneak attack from behind.
If I hadn't been strong enough and quick to react, I'd be the corpse lying on the ground now!
What?
He's allowed to kill me, but I'm not allowed to cripple him?"
Bibi Dong was just as indignant. She immediately stepped forward and rebuked him without backing down:
"Exactly!
Have you people from the Clear Sky Sect no shame?
Is this what you mean by the Upper Three Sects standing together—joining forces to protect a shameless sneak attacker?
Brother Yu won fair and square. Why shouldn't he cripple him!"
Just then, two more sharp sounds of rushing air rang out.
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