The Glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Ends Here!

Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth as his third Soul Ring suddenly lit up, erupting in purple light.

"Thunder Fury!"

Blue-violet lightning burst from his body.

The power of his lightning doubled, and the intensity of his Soul Power surged.

His entire body was shrouded in lightning. The muscles in his Dragon-Transformed right arm swelled further, while the arcs beneath his scales became as dense as a net.

"I'm not done yet!"

With a low roar, he lunged forward again. The lightning gathered around his dragon claw had turned into an almost white, blazing radiance.

At that moment, Ye Qing's second Soul Ring lit up.

"Green Lotus Body Protection."

The phantom of the Chaos Green Lotus bloomed behind him. Fifty-four lotus petals spun at high speed, forming a flawless protective halo around him.

Every petal glowed with a gentle green light. They looked as fragile as paper, yet they were indestructible.

Yu Tianheng's dragon claw slammed viciously into the protective halo.

"Crack—"

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

Several lotus petals shattered in response, turning into specks of green light that scattered through the air.

But the dragon claw's attack was completely absorbed, failing to harm Ye Qing in the slightest.

Before Yu Tianheng could withdraw his attack, he saw three streams of green light fly from the shattered petals and drift lightly onto his chest.

He wanted to dodge,

but those three streams of light seemed to have eyes,

accurately sticking to his chest and forming several incomplete Green Lotus Seals.

"What is this?"

He lowered his head to stare at the three marks, alarm bells blaring in his heart.

Ye Qing raised one finger and gave it a gentle curl.

"Explode."

Several Green Lotus Seals detonated at once.

The dual forces of extreme cold and extreme heat exploded across Yu Tianheng's chest.

Frost froze his dragon scales, while flames scorched them black and curled them up.

The two utterly opposing powers intertwined and tore at him, producing injuries ten times more agonizing than being burned or frozen alone.

"Urgh!"

Yu Tianheng let out a muffled groan. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he dropped to one knee.

A palm-sized patch of his dragon scales on his chest had been blasted black.

The edges still bore bizarre traces of frost and lingering flames interwoven together.

Yu Tianheng braced himself against the cracked ground and slowly rose to his feet, the blood at the corner of his mouth not yet dry.

More than half the Soul Power in his body had already been consumed by Thunder Fury.

But the light in his eyes had not gone out.

He raised his head and stared fixedly at Ye Qing.

"It's not... over..."

Ye Qing looked at him for three seconds.

Then his third Soul Ring lit up.

"Green Lotus Sword Song!"

All fifty-four petals of the Chaos Green Lotus trembled at once. Ten of them detached from the lotus platform and transformed into ten green longswords in midair.

Each sword was as translucent as green crystal.

Both frigid frost and blazing green flames burned across their blades.

The two powers intertwined upon the swords, forming chaotic patterns.

The ten Green Lotus Swords hovered around Ye Qing, their points aimed at Yu Tianheng.

"Go."

At Ye Qing's gesture,

all ten swords shot forth at once.

They did not stab directly at Yu Tianheng.

Instead, they scattered through the air and circled around him along some profound trajectory.

The Chaos Green Flame shone from every blade as the powers of extreme cold and extreme heat intertwined in the air, forming an airtight killing net.

Green Lotus Sword Formation!

"What makes you think you can stop me?!"

Yu Tianheng swung his dragon claw, trying to smash one of the swords.

But the sword seemed to possess a will of its own, lightly evading his claw strike.

The blade turned, and its flat struck his wrist.

At the same time,

another sword attacked from behind him.

Its tip stopped three inches from the back of his neck.

It did not pierce him.

But the frigid force emanating from it had already condensed a thin layer of ice over the back of his neck.

Two more swords sealed off every possible route of escape to his left and right.

The Chaos Green Flame on their blades dragged two green trails of fire through the air, compressing his range of movement to less than three paces.

The remaining six swords hovered above his head.

Their points faced downward like an inverted sword cage.

All ten swords hummed at once.

The extreme cold and extreme heat of the Chaos Green Flame surged back and forth within the sword formation.

Yu Tianheng was trapped in the center of the formation.

His Dragon-Transformed right arm was already covered in fine sword wounds.

The blackened wound on his chest was still bleeding, and the lightning around him flickered erratically.

"You lost."

"The glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon ends here."

Ye Qing stood outside the sword formation.

Every word was as clear as if it had struck directly against Yu Tianheng's heart.

Yu Tianheng stood in the middle of the formation, his fists clenched tightly.

He wanted to refute him, to roar, to say, "I can still fight."

But he could no longer raise his dragon claw.

His Soul Power was already exhausted.

Every wound on his body reminded him through pain of one cruel fact.

This person had never been serious from beginning to end!

Yu Tianheng closed his eyes unwillingly.

"I... surrender."

The words "I surrender" were forced out through clenched teeth.

They were as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as a collapsing mountain.

Ye Qing raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The ten Green Lotus Swords transformed into ten streaks of green light and flew back, merging once more into the phantom of the Chaos Green Lotus.

The sword formation dissipated.

The auras of extreme cold and extreme heat slowly faded.

Only crisscrossing sword marks remained all over the ground.

"Thank you for letting me win."

Ye Qing cupped his hands, then turned and walked toward Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan watched the black-haired youth walking toward her, countless emotions churning within her emerald eyes.

Pride, relief, delight, and a hint of sweetness only she herself understood.

She could not help recalling that morning several months ago when she had awakened in the hotel.

That pretty boy who had shamelessly insisted she take responsibility for him.

Now, he was steadily becoming someone everyone looked up to.

"Not bad."

That was what she said, but she could not suppress the curve of her lips no matter how hard she tried.

Ye Qing raised an eyebrow. "Just not bad?"

"I crushed your captain, didn't I? At least give me an admiring look or something."

"In your dreams."

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him,

but she reached out and straightened the collar that the wind had mussed up, her movements as natural as though she had done it countless times before.

Ye Lingling watched their interaction, and a faint smile appeared on her lips before quickly fading away.

The phantom of her Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul appeared in her palm. Gentle white light enveloped Ye Qing.

Dugu Yan introduced her, "This is Lingling, my good friend."

"Her Martial Soul is the Nine-Heart Begonia. She can heal people and treat injuries."

Ye Lingling glanced at Ye Qing in surprise. "You aren't injured at all."

She withdrew her Martial Soul.

Her blue eyes lingered on Ye Qing for a moment, a complicated emotion flashing through their depths.

This man was powerful, humorous, and endlessly gentle toward Yanzi.

She was happy for her best friend.

At the center of the training ground.

Yu Tianheng supported himself with his battered dragon arm and slowly straightened his body.

The blackened wound on his chest still gave off wisps of green smoke, while the blood at the corner of his mouth had already dried.

He was at a complete loss.

The pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had been trampled to pieces.

At that moment, his worldview and values were undergoing a shattered reconstruction.

Everyone's gazes refocused on him.

Yu Feng subconsciously took half a step back. "That look on Captain's face... why does it feel even scarier than before?"

Yu Tianheng did not look at anyone.

He turned around blankly, presenting his back to everyone as he walked step by step toward the edge of the training ground.

Yu Feng finally closed his mouth and nudged Osler with his elbow. "Old Osler, who do you think will call the shots on our team from now on?"

Osler fell silent for a moment, then expressionlessly spat out two words. "No idea."

The brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo nodded at the same time, then added in unison, "Yanzi calls the shots."

High above.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back.

His emerald eyes had watched the entire battle from beginning to end.

He had said he did not intend to back Ye Qing up.

But knowing that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was not easy to deal with, he had come anyway.

With his own eyes, he watched the person who had not even been a Soul Master four months ago crush the direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

With only three Soul Rings, Ye Qing had pinned Yu Tianheng to the ground and rubbed his face in the dirt from beginning to end.

The corners of Old Poison's mouth rose uncontrollably.

Then he forcibly suppressed them with a cold snort.

"That little bastard... isn't bad."

He had originally planned to leave right away.

But after hesitating for a moment, he decided to go down and show his face.

"Since this kid made me look so good, I'm in a good mood today. I won't hold those previous matters against him."

But just then,

he saw Dugu Yan raise her hand to straighten Ye Qing's collar.

Her movements were so natural, her gaze so gentle, and her smile so sweet.

It was a smile she had shown only to him, her grandfather, ever since she was little.

And now, that smile belonged to another man.

Dugu Bo's raised foot froze in midair.

The smile on his face vanished at a visible speed.

His mood went from This kid is pretty promising to I want to twist this kid's head off and kick it around like a ball in the time it took Dugu Yan to make one gesture.

Old Poison snorted.

He turned into a streak of green and swept over the outer wall of the training ground, vanishing without a trace.