In midair, the clash between Liu Erlong and Yu Zhentian continued.
The more Yu Zhentian fought, the more alarmed he became. He shook his numb dragon claws, and when he looked at Liu Erlong again, his eyes finally held the gravity reserved for an opponent of equal rank.
"No wonder you dared to be so presumptuous!"
Yu Zhentian's voice boomed like thunder.
"I never expected you to possess the strength of an eight-ringed Soul Douluo. It seems you haven't been slacking off all these years outside!"
He had already believed Chu Men's earlier bullshit.
From his more than seventy years of experience, only a Soul Sage close to level eighty, combined with a Martial Soul Avatar, could unleash such overwhelming power.
As for the Fire Dragon Battle Armor on Liu Erlong, he had merely glanced at it before dismissing it from his mind.
In the eyes of an old-school soul master like him, external objects such as armor and weapons were ultimately nothing more than side paths.
They were fine for low-level soul masters and ordinary soldiers, but they could never grace the halls of elegance.
Otherwise, he would not have been the only elder to come to Blue Tyrant Academy today!
"But what if you really have reached level seventy-nine?"
Yu Zhentian's tone became arrogant once more.
"Between a Soul Sage and a Soul Douluo lies an insurmountable chasm. Today, this old man will show you what a true gap in strength looks like!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he launched another attack, going all out!
His enormous dragon body lunged straight at Liu Erlong, carrying an unstoppable, terrifying momentum!
At the same time, he opened his massive jaws and spewed a thick blast of purple-black lightning dragon breath directly at Liu Erlong.
Liu Erlong beat her dragon