A Pond of Goldfish? Those Were True Dragons! The Entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Knelt!

As the voice fell silent.

Deep within the Primordial Immortal Court, a Golden Light Avenue unfurled, stretching straight to Zhu Zhuqing's feet!

Though no one had appeared, that lofty air of looking down on all living beings as if they were ants instantly left everyone across the Douluo Continent feeling suffocated!

Dai Mubai's cursing abruptly cut off. His mouth hung open as he stared at the Golden Light Avenue, and at the figure walking step by step into the clouds, growing farther and farther away from him.

An unprecedented sense of insignificance and helplessness welled up inside him.

He finally realized that the gulf between him and the mysterious Immortal Lord was not merely a world apart. It was a chasm between heaven and earth!

The Golden Light Avenue stretched across the void.

Zhu Zhuqing walked barefoot upon the golden light. With every step, ripples of the Great Dao spread beneath her feet.

She felt as though she were ascending to heaven.

The concentration of Spiritual Energy around her had reached a staggering level. With every breath, thunder seemed to rumble in her lungs. High-purity energy was washing through her body.

Level 43, level 44, level 45...

Simply walking along this path, her Soul Power continued to rise slowly, all on its own!

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Sky Screen, the audience across the Douluo Continent were scared witless by the sights on either side of the Golden Light Avenue.

Beneath the Golden Light Avenue lay seas of clouds.

Now and then, a corner of something awe-inspiring showed through the clouds.

A colossal Kun, ten thousand li long, rolled through the sea of clouds, its splashes turning into stars that filled the sky.

A scarlet Divine Bird, its whole body burning with Divine Fire, circled above the Nine Heavens. One cry shattered several desolate meteorites.

"Is that the legendary Fenghuang?!"

Ma Hongjun trembled all over as he stared at the Divine Bird.

His pride and joy, the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, was trembling inside him. It was as if it had encountered the ancestor at the source of its bloodline; it was so terrified that it didn't dare let out a single spark.

"So those are the creatures of the legendary High-Dimensional World..."

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists, only to find his palms slick with sweat.

Yet the most terrifying sight was still to come.

As Zhu Zhuqing reached the end of the Golden Light Avenue, about to enter the outer grounds of the Primordial Divine Hall,

she passed by a vast lotus pond.

The water was emerald green, and immortal aura curled above it.

Several golden carp swam playfully among the lotus leaves.

"What beautiful fish..."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced over without thinking.

Just then, one of the golden carp seemed to sense the presence of a stranger and suddenly leaped out of the water!

"Roar!!"

A dragon's roar rang out—and it was the purest, most ancient dragon's roar!

The roar shook heaven and earth. The palm-sized goldfish surged in size as soon as it left the water, transforming into the phantom of a golden dragon a thousand zhang long!

Its scales were cast from gold, each one etched with intricate Dao patterns.

It gazed coldly at Zhu Zhuqing, as if inspecting an ant.

That terrifying dragon might came streaming through the Sky Screen broadcast, descending upon the Douluo Continent in an instant!

"Rumble!"

At the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold in the Heaven Dou Empire,

the clan's patriarch, Yu Yuanzhen, was discussing matters in the great hall alongside thousands of direct clan disciples. In that instant, their Martial Souls—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, hailed as the greatest Beast Martial Soul in the world—manifested uncontrollably.

Then—

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of kneecaps breaking.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Like dumplings dropping into a pot, everyone from the patriarch, Yu Yuanzhen, to the six-year-old children who had just awakened their Martial Souls

throughout the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, thousands of people from top to bottom, dropped to their knees in perfect unison the moment that dragon's roar reached them!

Even Yu Yuanzhen, a level 95 Titled Douluo, was deathly pale and drenched in cold sweat. His body was pressed flat against the ground, and he couldn't even lift his head!

It was bloodline suppression from the depths of the soul—and the absolute dominion of a True Dragon over a lizard!

"A... a True Dragon?!"

Yu Yuanzhen stammered, tears and snot streaming down his face:

"Our clan's vaunted Dragon Transformation is a joke. Compared to that fish, we're no better than loaches!"

"That is a True Dragon, a genuine Divine Beast!"

"And in that Immortal Court, they actually keep True Dragons in a pond as ornamental fish?!"

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang was utterly dumbfounded. His clan, the place he had dreamed of returning to so he could prove himself, had just been frightened into kneeling by an ornamental fish from that Immortal Court?

"No, this can't be real."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself like a madman, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse.

And on the Golden Light Avenue,

the phantom of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon had appeared for only an instant before turning back into a palm-sized goldfish. With a splash, it fell into the pond, blew a bubble, and went on swimming merrily.

Zhu Zhuqing was pale. She had to grip the railing to keep from collapsing to her knees.

"Stop staring. That's a young Primordial Heavenly Dragon. The Immortal Lord caught it from the Dragon Nest a few years ago and keeps it for amusement."

"If you keep looking at it, it might eat you."

A voice sounded in her ear. Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly looked away and lowered her head, not daring to glance around again.

Even the ornamental fish were Primordial Heavenly Dragons...

Just who was that Immortal Lord?!

After passing the lotus pond, Zhu Zhuqing finally arrived at a side hall of the Primordial Divine Hall: the Sword Concealment Pavilion.

This was where she would be working from now on.

"Your task is to clean this sword."

She did not meet the legendary Immortal Lord. Instead, a distant, ethereal voice drifted from deep within the divine hall, sounding lazy and casual.

Then—

"Clang!"

A streak of light flew out from deep within the divine hall and landed in the sword stand before Zhu Zhuqing.

What kind of sword was it!

The blade was pitch-black, as if forged from ancient black gold. It had no ornate patterns; only the edge glimmered with a chilling light that made one's heart shudder.

A scrap of cloth was carelessly wrapped around its hilt.

Though Jiang Chen had completely suppressed it, the moment the sword appeared, the entire image on the Sky Screen began to warp and blur!

It was as if the sword's very existence violated the laws of space and time!

Even through the screen, every weapon-wielding Soul Master across the Douluo Continent felt their Martial Souls grow scorching hot, as if they were about to melt!

"What... what terrifying sword intent!"

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin did not kneel this time, but he had completely lost himself to madness.

He stared fixedly at the sword, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, yet he couldn't bear to blink.

"What kind of sword is that!"

"If my Seven Kill Sword so much as touched it, it would probably shatter on the spot!"

The one who took the hardest blow, however, was Tang San.

As the wielder of Twin Martial Souls, he had always regarded his Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, as his ultimate trump card: the greatest weapon Martial Soul in the world, a symbol of power and dominance.

But as he watched the black sword planted in the sword stand on the Sky Screen, Tang San instinctively summoned the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand.

Yet beside that black sword, the Clear Sky Hammer—normally dark, glossy, and heavy with power—looked crude, almost ridiculous!

It was like setting a rusty lump of scrap iron beside a fine work of art!

"Are these the weapons of that world?" Tang San's hands trembled.

His vaunted Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, his vaunted Tang Sect Forging Technique—beside that sword, they were little more than children's games!

On the screen, Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and walked up to the sword stand.

"Clean the sword..."