The Tyrannical Yu Tianheng! The Nine-Nether Ao!

"Tell that Yu Tianheng fellow to hurry up and get over here."

"Let's finish this quickly; I still need to go back and sleep."

The atmosphere in the plaza was somewhat peculiar.

Bibi Dong's originally majestic expression softened instantly as she looked at Lin Qiu. She reached out, naturally smoothing a stray lock of hair at his temple that wasn't even out of place, and said softly:

"Very well, since Qiu'er is sleepy, let's make this quick."

She turned around, her gaze passing over the kneeling Yu Yuanzhen and landing on the seats of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, her tone instantly reverting to the indifference befitting a Pope.

"Where is Yu Tianheng? Since your grandfather wishes for you to experience the Holy Son's brilliant techniques, why haven't you rolled up here yet?"

As her voice fell, a slender youth stepped out from the seating area.

He wore a blue-purple martial outfit, his face handsome, with an innate arrogance between his brows. Although he was not yet twenty, his every gesture already carried the air of a powerhouse.

This was Yu Tianheng, known as the "Heavenly Pride" of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Tianheng walked quickly onto the high platform, first bowing to the Pope before turning to face Lin Qiu.

There was no resentment in his eyes like there had been in Yu Yuanzhen's; instead, there was a sense of eagerness.

In his view, although Lin Qiu was the noble Holy Son, he was still just a child.

Twelve years old—even if he had started cultivating from the womb, how high could his soul power possibly be?

Thirty at most.

And he, Yu Tianheng, had long since broken through to level thirty-five, and he possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, hailed as the strongest beast martial soul!

In this battle, the advantage was his.

"Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng."

Yu Tianheng cupped his hands slightly toward Lin Qiu, his manners impeccable, yet unable to hide the disdain in the depths of his eyes. "Level thirty-five assault-type battle soul elder, please enlighten me, Your Highness the Holy Son."

He deliberately emphasized the words "level thirty-five."

It was a show of force, as well as a psychological tactic.

However, Lin Qiu merely let out a lazy yawn, not even taking his hands from behind his back.

"Lin Qiu."

Two simple words served as his response.

That nonchalant attitude made the corner of Yu Tianheng's eye twitch slightly.

Just then, that mechanical voice rang out in Lin Qiu's mind without warning.

[Ding! Detected that the host is being provoked by a descendant of the 'Primordial Thunder Dragon Imperial Clan'!]

[Triggered emergency mission: Challenge of the Imperial Clan Prodigy.]

[Mission Description: This place is a border wasteland of the Shrouding Heavens World, where the ancient myriad races stand. Although the 'Primordial Thunder Dragon Imperial Clan' cub before you has thin bloodlines, he possesses a fraction of the True Dragon's might. Please proceed with caution, host.]

[Mission Requirements: Suppress the opponent using only your physical body and Dao techniques!]

[Mission Rewards: Source Heaven Book (fragment), ten jin of Divine Source.]

Listening to the system's prompt, the corners of Lin Qiu's mouth curled up slightly.

Primordial Thunder Dragon Imperial Clan?

This broken system really knew how to overthink things as always.

It was nothing more than a lizard with a bit of electricity, yet it was being hyped up as an ancient imperial clan.

If the Title Douluo present heard this, they would likely be so angry they'd vomit three liters of blood.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, please reveal your martial soul."

Yu Tianheng didn't rush to attack, instead striking a graceful pose. "Lest others say I am bullying the young."

Lin Qiu looked at him as if watching a clown performing with all his might.

"To deal with you, there is no need to use my martial soul."

Lin Qiu spoke indifferently.

He didn't deliberately raise his volume, but in the silent plaza, the words reached everyone's ears clearly.

The entire crowd was in an uproar.

"Arrogant!"

The elders of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were so angry their beards trembled.

Even the usually composed Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but frown at this moment.

Not using his martial soul?

This wasn't just looking down on Yu Tianheng; it was a blatant disregard for the ironclad rules of the entire soul master world!

Without the support of a martial soul and soul rings, a soul master's strength would be greatly diminished, perhaps unable to exert even one-tenth of their true power.

This Holy Son was being far too conceited.

"Good! Very good!"

Yu Tianheng laughed in extreme anger, blue-purple lightning erupting suddenly from his body.

"Since His Highness the Holy Son is so confident, then do not blame Tianheng for being merciless!"

BOOM!

Two yellow and one purple, the three optimal soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

A tyrannical wave of soul power swept outward; Yu Tianheng's right arm instantly underwent dragonization, thick dragon scales covering it as a ferocious Thunder Dragon Claw took shape.

"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Without any probing, Yu Tianheng unleashed his full strength right from the start.

He wanted to use the most violent method to shatter Lin Qiu's arrogance and make this ignorant Holy Son lose all face!

Zzzzt--!

Lightning flashed, and Yu Tianheng's figure moved like a bolt of blue lightning, reaching Lin Qiu in the blink of an eye.

That Thunder Dragon Claw carried a piercing whistle as it tore through the air, heading straight for Lin Qiu's chest.

The scent of burning ozone permeated the air.

The momentum of this strike was enough to severely injure an ordinary level 40 Soul Ancestor!

Bibi Dong stood not far away, her fingers tightening slightly around her scepter. Although she knew Lin Qiu's strength was unfathomable, she had never seen him truly take action, and she could not help but feel a trace of nervousness.

However.

Facing this heavy and powerful strike, Lin Qiu still made no move to dodge.

He merely raised his right hand slowly.

The movement was shockingly slow.

It was just like an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park during his morning exercise—soft, gentle, and devoid of any aggressive aura.

But the moment Lin Qiu raised his hand, an ancient, vast, and heavy aura suddenly erupted from within his body.

That was not soul power.

It was a force purer and more domineering than soul power, as if it stood above the heavens and the earth!

That was the "Life Blood" belonging to the Shrouding Heavens World!

Rumble!

The blood within Lin Qiu's body began to surge, the sound it emitted like a bursting river, deafening to the ears.

A pale golden light erupted from his pores, setting him off as if he were a War God cast from divine gold who had descended to the mortal realm.

"What is this power?!"

The Title Douluo present saw their pupils shrink to pinpricks.

They had never seen this kind of energy fluctuation before; there was no glow of soul rings, no phantom of a Martial Soul, just the pure sublimation of physical strength!

Lin Qiu's palm appeared slow, but in reality, it was fast to the extreme, pressing with absolute precision against that Thunder Dragon Claw.

There were no flashy techniques.

One force breaks ten thousand spells!

BANG!

The golden palm and the blue-purple dragon claw collided violently in mid-air.

There was no stalemate as people had expected, nor was there an earth-shattering explosion.

There was only a one-sided crushing.

CRACK!

A crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out.

Yu Tianheng's prideful dragonized arm, the moment it touched the golden palm, shattered inch by inch as if it were a brittle biscuit!

That violent lightning power, upon encountering the golden Life Blood, was instantly evaporated into nothingness, like snow meeting magma.