Yu Xiaogang VS Bibi Dong

Its head had begun to take on a draconic shape, with a pair of short, powerful horns crowning its brow. Its fangs were interlocked, radiating a chilling, lethal glint.

A pair of broad, fleshy wings unfurled from its back, and with a gentle flap, they whipped up gusts of gale-force wind. Its four limbs were thick and sturdy, ending in razor-sharp claws that left deep gouges in the ground with every slight movement.

It looked like an earth dragon, yet it was far more imposing and ferocious than any ordinary beast of its kind.

Most striking of all were its eyes—a pair of blood-red vertical pupils, brimming with a violent, bloodthirsty light, as if an ancient beast had just awakened from a long slumber.

"ROAR—!!!"

Golden Luo Sanpao tilted its head back and unleashed a deafening roar! The sound exploded like a thunderclap, carrying a terrifying pressure that rippled outward in every direction.

Tang Tian, bearing the brunt of the assault, felt an invisible force slam into him. He let out a muffled grunt as his body slid backward uncontrollably, his feet carving two long furrows into the arena floor before he could barely steady himself.

His face turned pale in an instant.

A single roar had forced him back several meters. Was this the strength of a Spirit King? Was this the power of the True Dragon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

The entire arena fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Then, it erupted into even more fervent cheers!

"Too strong! Is this the true power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's dragon?"

"A single roar pushed back a core disciple of the Clear Sky Sect! How is anyone supposed to fight that?"

"True Dragon! True Dragon! True Dragon!"

In the spectator stands, countless people waved their fists, shouting Yu Xiaogang's name. The disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were so excited their faces turned crimson, as if they shared in the glory.

In the Clear Sky Sect's camp, Tang Aotian's expression was rather unsightly.

He had not expected Yu Xiaogang's strength to be this formidable; a mere roar had already put his sect's core disciple on the defensive.

He glanced at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao beside him. Though both men remained calm, a hint of gravity flickered in their eyes.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's camp, Sect Master Ning Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He lingered on Yu Xiaogang for a moment before shaking his head gently, saying nothing. Ning Fengzhi, however, curled his lip and muttered under his breath:

"What's so great about him... Brother Yu Tianlong is definitely better than him..."

In the Martial Soul Hall's VIP box, Qian Xunji remained seated, his expression calm, yet a flicker of imperceptible light flashed through his deep, dark eyes. He stroked the armrest gently and spoke slowly:

"The True Dragon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... interesting."

Bibi Dong, standing beside him, also kept her gaze on Yu Xiaogang, but her cold, indifferent eyes held no ripples, as if she were watching something entirely irrelevant to her.

On the arena, Yu Xiaogang felt the cheers and the weight of every gaze, a sense of unprecedented satisfaction swelling in his heart. He had waited far too long for this day.

From the "trash" everyone mocked to the genius in the spotlight today, only he knew how much effort he had expended and how much pain he had endured.

He looked at Tang Tian across from him, a condescending smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Do you still wish to fight?"

Tang Tian gritted his teeth, gripped his Clear Sky Hammer, and said in a deep voice: "Fight! Even if I can't win, I must experience the power of a Spirit King!"

"You have backbone." Yu Xiaogang chuckled, then waved his hand: "Sanpao, go play with him."

Golden Luo Sanpao let out a low growl and lunged at Tang Tian!

Its speed was immense; its massive body left a golden afterimage in the air as it appeared before Tang Tian in an instant. A giant claw covered in golden scales, imbued with crushing force, slammed down!

Tang Tian's expression shifted wildly, and he hurriedly raised his Clear Sky Hammer to block!

"CLANG—!!!"

A sound like metal striking metal rang out! Tang Tian felt an irresistible force surge from the hammer; his arms went numb instantly, the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers split, and blood flowed freely!

He was sent flying as if struck by a mountain, crashing into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena along with his hammer. He slid to the ground and struggled a few times, but he could no longer stand.

One move.

A single move was all it took to defeat the once-formidable core disciple of the Clear Sky Sect.

The cheers of the crowd reached a fever pitch.

Yu Xiaogang stood on the arena, bathed in the light of everyone's attention, the smile on his lips growing wider. He looked up toward his father, Yu Yuanzhen, on the high platform.

Yu Yuanzhen was watching him, his eyes filled with pride and triumph. This was a day they had both waited a lifetime for.

From this day on, the entire continent would know that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had produced a True Dragon—he, Yu Xiaogang!

However, in a corner unseen by them, a youth wearing a bronze mask watched it all quietly. His gaze was as calm as water, even carrying a faint trace of mockery.

"A five-ring Spirit King, Golden Luo Sanpao... it is indeed much stronger than it was five years ago." Yu Tianlong thought to himself, "But it is not enough."

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at the two small beasts perched on his shoulders.

Little Gold and Little Silver were also watching the posturing Golden Luo Sanpao on the stage, their eyes filled with an expression that was... how to put it, as if they were watching a clown.

"Don't be impatient." Yu Tianlong patted their heads gently, a cold arc forming on his lips, "It will be our turn soon enough."

After defeating the Clear Sky Sect disciple Tang Tian, Yu Xiaogang did not leave the stage immediately. He stood in the center, scanning the crowd with an air of lingering intensity.

Defeating a core disciple of the Clear Sky Sect was not enough for him; he needed a stronger opponent to prove his worth.

Just then, from the Martial Soul Hall's VIP box, Qian Xunji spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the entire arena: "Bibi Dong, since you are here, go up and have some fun."

Every eye in the arena focused on the girl in the white dress. Bibi Dong nodded expressionlessly, stood up, and stepped toward the arena.

Her steps were light and steady, her white dress fluttering gently in the wind like an ice lotus blooming in isolation from the world.

Her expression was as cold as ice, her gaze as calm as water, as if the high-profile duel awaiting her were nothing more than an inconsequential stroll.

"Martial Soul Hall Saintess, Bibi Dong, level forty-four Control-type Battle Soul Ancestor, please offer your guidance." Her voice was cold and clear, devoid of any emotional color, as if she were stating a matter that had nothing to do with her.

A level forty-four Soul Ancestor facing a five-ring Spirit King, yet no one present showed a hint of contempt.

Because they all knew that this young girl was the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, a genius with Twin Martial Souls, whose true combat strength could never be measured simply by her level.