Last of the Upper Three Sects

Last of the Upper Three Sects

Rumble—

The once bright, sunny sky turned overcast. Black light surged from the black vortex as thunder raged. Bolts of purplish-black electricity fell from the air onto the arena, cracking it apart. Deafening booms rang out continuously with every clash between the two men.

"Is this a Titled Douluo battle? It's utterly terrifying! Forget getting close—even if a single bolt from the aftershocks of Your Eminence Thunder and Your Eminence Heaven-Shaking's fight struck me, I wouldn't be able to withstand it!"

The Soul Masters present exclaimed in awe, their eyes filled with yearning for the immense power and realm of Titled Douluo-level experts.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon possessed its own Dragonification ability. With every ten levels of breakthrough, one part of the body would transform into a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon limb, causing one's strength to soar. After breaking through Rank 70, the entire body would transform into a dragon. Whether in defense, attack power, strength, or even speed, it was maxed out.

Otherwise, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul could never have fought its way through the many Beast Martial Soul clans and sects with powerful inherited martial souls to become the universally acknowledged number one Beast Martial Soul in the Soul Master world.

"That old dragon Yu Yuanzhen really is strong. If I fought him, the outcome would still be uncertain."

Over at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo stood with his hands behind his back and sighed as he watched the battle.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul is indeed powerful, but the Clear Sky Hammer seems to be even stronger. Yu Yuanzhen's attacks are no longer as fierce as before," Bone Douluo said. Though he did not state the outcome of the match outright, his words already foretold Yu Yuanzhen's defeat.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Dragon Soaring Sky Thunder Explosion!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eighth soul ring lit up beneath his feet. Dragon Soaring Sky Thunder Explosion condensed a vast blue-black thundercloud above him, which unleashed countless dragon-shaped lightning bolts toward Tang Zhen.

"Wild Cloak!"

Facing the countless bolts of lightning that struck one after another under Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power, Tang Zhen unleashed the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. The enormous Clear Sky Hammer continuously swung in his hands. With every rotation, the black light on the hammer grew larger, while the surrounding airflow became increasingly violent.

Tang Zhen swung six hammers in succession. The gigantic Clear Sky Hammer smashed toward the thundercloud, destroying it before pressing down upon Yu Yuanzhen beneath the lightning.

Rumble!

Another thunderous boom rang out. Yu Yuanzhen spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky. Even his Martial Soul Avatar state had been forced away!

"The Sect Master is mighty!"

The Clear Sky Sect was greatly encouraged. Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Yuehua were especially thrilled.

Tang Zhen stood imposingly in midair, looking down at Yu Yuanzhen. The seventh soul ring beneath his feet, which had remained lit, dimmed as the Clear Sky Hammer, once the size of a small hill, returned to the size of a water vat.

"Yu Yuanzhen, admit defeat. There is no shame in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon losing to the Clear Sky Hammer. Your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is still the number one Beast Martial Soul in the world, and your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is still one of the Upper Three Sects."

"In your dreams!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes had turned red. He seemed to be supporting his body through sheer will alone. His dragon wings beat as he flew back into the sky. He could not surrender—absolutely could not. If he lost, not only would the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan fail to secure the position of the number one sect in the world, it might not even hold onto second place among the Upper Three Sects and would become the last of them. He would have no face to meet his father!

"Ninth Soul Skill!"

Yu Yuanzhen let out an Earth-Shaking dragon roar. Even the Soul Douluo-level spectators below covered their ears in pain.

Vast amounts of purplish-black lightning burst from Yu Yuanzhen's body, forming nine black dragons. All nine dragons stared at Tang Zhen and let out dragon roars.

"When the true dragon rages, its roar shakes the nine heavens!"

Tang Zhen showed no fear. The ninth soul ring beneath his feet lit up, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand became incomparably huge once more. "Ninth Soul Skill, Earth-Shaking!"

Rumble!

A black and a blue force collided in the sky, but the black light quickly pierced through the blue. The blue light transformed into tiny lightning snakes that scattered around the black radiance, which resembled a small sun.

The formerly clouded sky became bright and sunny once more.

Yu Yuanzhen had been defeated!

"Sect Master! Sect Master!"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members were heartbroken. With their Sect Master defeated, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had no chance of becoming the number one sect in the world, and even its position as the second sect was in grave danger. There was only one hour of rest before the next match, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's healing-type martial souls were simply not enough to restore Yu Yuanzhen to peak condition in that time.

While the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was devastated, every member of the Clear Sky Sect was as delighted as if it were New Year's. Healing Soul Masters hurried over to restore Tang Zhen. No matter how long the battle between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lasted, Tang Zhen would have two hours to recover.

Qian Xunji had anticipated Yu Yuanzhen's defeat just one minute after the battle began. Trying to take the Clear Sky Hammer head-on—forget Yu Yuanzhen, even if he went personally, he would end up flat on the ground.

Yu Luomian cupped his hands and requested, "Your Holiness the Pope, could you ask the healing Soul Masters of your hall to treat our Sect Master?"

With ninety percent of the Soul Masters across the continent gathered here, Qian Xunji naturally could not refuse Yu Luomian's request for the sake of Spirit Hall's reputation. He dispatched two healing Soul Masters.

If not for appearances, he would have wanted to charge them.

Bone Douluo said, "Old bastard, are you going first next round, or am I?"

"You go first."

Bone Douluo raised a brow. "Oh? Old bastard, you're being this agreeable?"

Sword Douluo's voice was exceedingly calm, as though it were only natural. "Of course. Without saying anything else, the stronger one should always appear later. If you lose, this old man will still be here to clean up your mess."

"You bastard, not only are you a bastard at heart, even your mouth is filthy?"

Bone Douluo's eyes widened. His withered face looked especially terrifying, yet Sword Douluo glared back without the slightest fear.

Ning Fengzhi gave a light cough. "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, mind your image. Many people are watching."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo swept out with their Spiritual Power and discovered numerous astonished gazes directed their way. Those Soul Masters had never expected the lofty, transcendent Sword Bone Douluo to be like this in private.

Ning Fengzhi suggested, "Uncle Bone, why don't you go first? If you defeat Yu Yuanzhen and then Tang Zhen as well, Uncle Sword won't need to take the field."

"Good idea!"

Delight appeared on Bone Douluo's face. "Bastard, just watch the show. You won't have a chance to take the field at this Seven Great Sects Re-selection Conference."

Sword Douluo snorted. "Watch that the wind doesn't make your tongue stumble. If you cannot even defeat Yu Yuanzhen when he cannot fight at full strength, you'll be utterly disgraced."

One hour quickly passed. Even with the treatment of several healing Soul Masters, Yu Yuanzhen's strength had recovered to less than fifty percent.

Facing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo at peak condition, Yu Yuanzhen knew he might lose. However, he still did not shrink from battle and fought Bone Douluo. In the end, his Soul Power was completely exhausted, and Bone Douluo defeated him.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan became the last of the Upper Three Sects.