"Hmph, arrogant!"
Upon hearing Murong Huai's words, Yu Yuanzhen was instantly enraged. He immediately activated his fifth soul skill. "Fifth Soul Skill, Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Transformation!!"
In an instant, Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power surged explosively. With an angry roar, his dragon claw carried raging lightning as it charged toward Murong Huai. "Thunder Dragon Claw, Myriad Thunderbolts!!!"
Murong Huai still stood with his hands behind his back, the scabbard of the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword reflecting a gentle jade-like sheen beneath the lightning. Just as the dragon claw came within three feet of him, he flicked the scabbard with his fingertip, and an invisible sword intent abruptly burst forth. Deep and immovable as an abyss and mountain, the sword intent instantly formed a translucent sword wall before him. Yu Yuanzhen's dragon claw slammed into it, producing a sharp metallic clang.
"Hm?" Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted sharply. He felt a vast sword intent flowing backward through his dragon claw, and the surging Soul Power within him seemed like a frozen stream, slowing in an instant.
He roared as he forcefully unleashed his Soul Power. The lightning around him swelled severalfold, transforming into a Thunder Dragon that sought to break free of the sword intent's restraints. Yet the sword intent layered over itself like a spiderweb, firmly binding every one of the Thunder Dragon's struggles.
Murong Huai shifted slightly, the scabbard turning gently at his waist as the sword intent suddenly intensified. Yu Yuanzhen felt as though his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer. He staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Lowering his gaze to his dragon claw, he saw several fine sword marks upon it—traces left behind by sword intent piercing through his Martial Soul's defenses.
Seeing that several of his attacks had