One Spear Suppresses Blue Lightning! (Please Keep Reading~)

Yu Yuanzhen looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

In midair, the young man simply stood in the void, standing there as if nothing mattered. His golden hair fluttered lightly in the wind. There was no killing intent in his violet eyes, only a calmness that sent chills down one's spine.

Ye Xunfeng looked down at Yu Yuanzhen's charging figure as though he were looking at a toy.

The instant the Atlas Spear formed in his hand, the world seemed to fall silent for a second.

Then, nine Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet in succession.

Black, black, red, red, red, red, red, orange, orange.

Nine rays of light spread through the air like nine ripples, expanding in circles over the gates of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, over every building in the valley, and over every heart.

Yu Yuanzhen's charging body abruptly froze.

He was not frightened. In that instant, his Soul Power circulation had suddenly become sluggish, as though something were pressing down on his meridians.

Sky Prohibition Domain.

Ye Xunfeng had not even moved his spear. He had merely spread his domain.

That overwhelmingly tyrannical force descended from the heavens, like an invisible hand reaching down from the clouds and covering the entire valley where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantom behind Yu Yuanzhen let out a mournful cry, as though its throat had been seized. His body began to fall uncontrollably. He desperately circulated his Soul Power to steady himself, but the force was too overwhelming, crushing him until even breathing became difficult.

"Y-you... what the hell is this?!"

Gritting his teeth, Yu Yuanzhen's seventh Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Avatar!

His body instantly began to transform into a dragon. Fine dragon scales emerged across his skin, his hands turned into dragon claws, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantom behind him fully merged into his body. His size more than doubled, lightning crackling around him with terrifying force.

But it was useless.

The Sky Prohibition Domain still pressed down on him like a mountain.

After transforming into a dragon, his power was enough to contend head-on with a level ninety-five Titled Douluo. Yet before this force, he felt like an ant being held beneath water, unable to rise no matter how hard he struggled.

Ye Xunfeng watched him without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

"Is that all?"

He spoke those two words softly, then moved.

He used no Soul Skill, gathered no strength, and did not even properly grip his spear.

He merely casually pressed the Atlas Spear downward.

The spear tip did not touch Yu Yuanzhen, nor did it stir much wind. Yet in that instant, the pressure of the Sky Prohibition Domain increased tenfold.

Yu Yuanzhen crashed toward the ground like a meteor.

Boom!

He smashed into the plaza at the center of the valley. The bluestone slabs exploded, rubble scattering everywhere as a deep pit more than ten meters wide was blasted into the ground. Yu Yuanzhen lay at the bottom, more than a dozen cracks splitting his dragon scales. Blood seeped from the gaps, staining the shattered stones dark red.

He struggled to get up, bracing his arms against the ground. But just as he raised half his body, that pressure descended again.

Bang.

He was slammed back into the bottom of the pit, his face pressed against the rubble, unable to move.

"Sect Master!"

Three figures rushed out from the depths of the sect.

Yu Luomian led the charge. Releasing his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, eight Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet. A Thunder Dragon Claw condensed and viciously clawed toward Ye Xunfeng.

The other two Soul Douluo followed close behind. One released the Thunder Dragon Aura Body to protect himself, while the other directly activated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Avatar, roaring as he charged into the air after transforming into a dragon.

The three joined forces with overwhelming momentum.

Ye Xunfeng did not even look at them.

He swept the Atlas Spear to his side.

First Soul Skill, Sweeping Thousand Armies.

The spear edge enlarged several times over. White spear radiance descended from midair like a crescent moon, sweeping across the bodies of the three Soul Douluo.

There was no collision, no explosion, no scream.

Just a single sweep.

Yu Luomian's Thunder Dragon Claw shattered. The spear radiance struck his chest, instantly caving in his breastbone. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, smashing into a side hall. The wall collapsed with a roar, burying him beneath the rubble.

The second Soul Douluo's Thunder Dragon Aura Body was torn apart as if it were paper. The spear radiance swept across his shoulder, sending his entire right arm flying away. Before he could even scream, he fainted and fell from the sky.

The third Soul Douluo suffered the worst fate. His dragon form was the largest, and the spear radiance struck his waist. His dragon scales exploded, his spine cracked sharply, and his body flew sideways like a kite with its string cut. He smashed through a massive boulder at the edge of the valley, embedding himself in the mountainside without moving.

One spear strike.

Three Soul Douluo, utterly crippled.

Ye Xunfeng withdrew the Atlas Spear. Not even a drop of blood stained its shaft.

He looked down at Yu Yuanzhen in the pit, his tone as calm as though he were commenting on the weather. "Sect Master Yu, I just heard you say that Spirit Hall bullies people too much. So didn't I come here to make that accusation a reality?"

Yu Yuanzhen's face was pressed against the rubble, the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth already staining the stones red. He desperately tried to lift his head, but the Sky Prohibition Domain pressed him down so hard that he could not even turn his neck.

"Y-you... what exactly do you want..." His voice was forced from deep in his throat, hoarse and nearly inaudible.

Ye Xunfeng did not answer him.

He raised his head and looked around the valley.

"Angel Legion."

The four words were neither loud nor soft.

The next moment, white figures appeared one after another along the ridgelines surrounding the valley.

They stood atop the ridges, pairs of pristine Angel wings spreading from their backs. The wings gleamed with a gentle radiance beneath the sunlight. One, ten, one hundred, five hundred—countless figures surrounded the entire valley without leaving a single gap.

Every one of their Martial Souls was an Angel.

Not Six-Winged Angels, but Four-Winged Angels and Two-Winged Angels—the branch bloodlines produced through the Angel Family's propagation over countless generations.

Yet when more than five hundred Angel Martial Souls were released at once, the holy oppressive force was enough to fill anyone's heart with despair.

More than five hundred pairs of white wings flapped at the same time.

More than five hundred streams of Soul Power converged in the air, forming an enormous golden light formation. The formation slowly rotated as it descended over the valley like an inverted bowl, enveloping the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Around the valley, disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who had not yet managed to rush out were forced to their knees by the pressure. Some desperately tried to stand, but the moment their knees left the ground, they were pressed back down, their foreheads striking the stone slabs hard enough to draw blood.

No one could stand.

Not a single one.

Ye Xunfeng stood at the very center of the light formation, the Atlas Spear slanting toward the ground. The aura around him merged with the golden formation overhead. Lowering his head, he looked at Yu Yuanzhen in the pit and asked again, "Sect Master Yu, surrender or death?"

Yu Yuanzhen's body trembled.

Not from fear, but humiliation.

He was the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a level ninety-three Titled Douluo, the owner of the world's number one beast Martial Soul. Yet now he was pinned to the ground, unable even to raise his head. His entire sect had been surrounded like an iron barrel, and every disciple was kneeling on the ground.

And he did not even have a chance to fight back.

"Y-you... what do you want..."