Bibi Dong Tyrannizes Yu Xiaogang! Yu Yuanzhen Intervenes!

Yu Xiaogang daring to slander Lin Qiu in public had touched her reverse scale.

That severed arm was a price well paid.

Let this be the final lesson for a man so full of his own self-importance.

High upon the platform, Lin Qiu stood with his hands behind his back as always.

Stepping upon a golden lotus, his white robes whiter than snow, he did not even furrow his brow in the face of the bloody scene before him.

Such indifference was not feigned; it was a detachment that stemmed from the very marrow of his bones.

It was as if, in his eyes, whether it was the armless Yu Xiaogang or the gathered Title Douluo, they were all merely ants among the common masses.

The guests surrounding them only now recovered from their shock, their whispers spreading like a rising tide.

"That is Hu Liena..."

Someone lowered their voice, their gaze lingering on the enchanting young woman. "The leader of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall, a Spirit King powerhouse at barely twenty years old—she is a true darling of the heavens!"

"Indeed, for such a brilliant and talented figure to be willing to act as an executioner for that Holy Son?"

"Look at her respectful attitude just now; she is acting entirely like a maidservant!"

"This is too terrifying... Just how strong is this newly appointed Holy Son to make Hu Liena so devoted?"

The way the crowd looked at Lin Qiu had changed.

It was no longer mere scrutiny, but now carried a deep sense of wariness and awe.

Just then.

From the seats of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a violent aura surged into the sky.

Crackling!

Blue-purple lightning exploded in the air, resembling silver snakes dancing in a frenzy.

Yu Yuanzhen slowly stood up.

The patriarch of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had a face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

He stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes, though it was quickly eclipsed by rage.

Even if Yu Xiaogang was a waste, and even if he had been expelled from the clan, the blood flowing through his veins was, after all, that of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

To beat a dog, one must consider its master.

For Martial Soul Hall to sever Yu Xiaogang's arm in front of the world's heroes was not just a slap to Yu Xiaogang's face, but a heavy strike against the face of the entire Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

"Martial Soul Hall, you are being far too overbearing."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was low, laced with the rumble of thunder, causing the eardrums of those with weak spirit power to ache.

"No matter how many faults Xiaogang may have, it is not for a junior to dispose of him at will."

He took a step forward, and the stone tiles beneath his feet shattered instantly.

A terrifying pressure of spirit power swept across the arena like a tsunami as nine spirit rings rose slowly beneath him—two yellow, two purple, and five black. The radiance of the optimal spirit ring configuration stung the eyes of everyone present.

"If you do not provide an explanation today, what face will my Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have to stand in the spirit master world in the future?"

Yu Yuanzhen held a breath of stifled rage in his heart.

Martial Soul Hall was powerful now, and their actions were becoming increasingly unscrupulous.

If they dared to sever Yu Xiaogang's arm today, would they dare to wipe out his entire clan tomorrow?

He had to establish his authority!

He had to let the world know that the Upper Three Sects stood together, and even when facing Martial Soul Hall, they were not soft persimmons to be kneaded at will!

Before his words had even faded, Yu Yuanzhen's figure erupted into motion.

"Since the Pope is unwilling to discipline him, then this old man shall discipline this arrogant junior who knows not the immensity of heaven and earth for you!"

Boom!

A massive claw of lightning condensed out of thin air, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth as it lunged straight for Lin Qiu on the high platform.

The strike was as fast as lightning.

Although he had not used his full strength, it was still an enraged blow from a level 95 Super Douluo; even an ordinary Spirit Douluo would be severely wounded by this claw.

The entire arena was in an uproar.

No one had expected that Yu Yuanzhen would actually dare to strike in front of the Pope Palace!

And to strike the newly appointed Holy Son, no less!

Yet, no one dared to speak out to stop him; they didn't even dare to breathe.

This was a clash at the level of a Title Douluo; even the slightest ripple of its aftermath could leave them without a place to be buried.

Lying on the ground, Yu Xiaogang's previously gray and defeated eyes suddenly erupted with a light of wild joy.

His father had made a move!

Even though his father had expelled him from the clan, at this critical moment, he was still protecting him!

"Hahaha..."

He laughed maniacally in his heart, his venomous gaze locked onto Lin Qiu.

You little beast, you're finished!

This is a Title Douluo!

So what if you are the Holy Son? In the face of absolute power, your petty cleverness is nothing worth looking at!

I want to watch you be torn apart by thunder!

I want to watch you lose your arm too, crawling on the ground like a dog and begging for mercy!

However.

Facing the thunderous dragon claw capable of shattering mountains, Lin Qiu remained standing in place.

He did not even lift an eyelid; instead, a playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if what stood before him was not a lethal attack, but a clumsy magic trick.

Just as the thunderous dragon claw was about to touch the hem of Lin Qiu's robe.

A palm, white as jade, abruptly appeared in the void.

There was no brilliant light of soul skills.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

It was merely a light wave.

"Disperse."

A cold, clear voice rang out.

That aggressive thunderous dragon claw, like snow under a scorching sun, instantly dissolved and disintegrated, turning into specks of blue light that vanished into the air.

Bibi Dong's figure had appeared before Lin Qiu at some unknown moment.

She held her scepter, her long purple dress dancing in the wind, and her entire being radiated the aura of an empress looking down upon the world.

"Yu Yuanzhen."

Bibi Dong's eyelids drooped slightly, her tone so indifferent that neither joy nor anger could be detected. "You dare to strike at This Seat's Holy Son in front of This Seat? Do you wish to die?"

Those final four words were spoken lightly, yet they struck Yu Yuanzhen's heart like a heavy hammer.

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils shrank.

Although that strike just now was merely a probe, he was a level 95 power-attack Title Douluo, and his offensive power was considered top-tier among his peers.

How could it be neutralized by Bibi Dong so easily?

"Hmph!"

Yu Yuanzhen felt fear in his heart, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.

With so many people watching, if he were scared off by a single sentence from Bibi Dong, where would he put his old face?

"This old man would like to experience the high-level techniques of Your Excellency the Pope!"

ROAR—!!!

A passionate dragon roar resounded through the heavens.

Yu Yuanzhen held nothing back, his seventh soul ring suddenly shining bright.

Avatar of the Martial Soul!

His body instantly expanded, transforming into a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon over a hundred meters long. Surrounded by lightning and radiating immense dragon might, the entire Pope Palace plaza was illuminated in shades of blue and purple.

"Thunderbolt Strike!"

Transformed into a giant dragon, Yu Yuanzhen roared as countless bolts of lightning, each as thick as a water barrel, descended from the sky like the arrival of the apocalypse, raining down indiscriminately upon the position where Bibi Dong stood.

Facing this world-destroying offensive, Bibi Dong merely offered a cold smile.

"A firefly daring to compete with the moon."

She tapped her scepter lightly against the ground.

Hum!

A ring of dark purple light centered on her instantly expanded outward.

The originally violent lightning, the moment it touched this purple light, eerily ground to a halt.