Tang Yuehua: Teacher, Don't Stop...

Thunder cracked and exploded, and the giant lightning dragon shattered as if it were made of paper.

Yu Qizhen plummeted from mid-air, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

Liu Erlong flipped in the air, stomping her foot onto his chest and driving him from the sky into the ground.

BOOM!

A crater dozens of meters deep erupted in the ground. Yu Bazhen was embedded at the bottom, covered in blood, his limbs twitching.

Liu Erlong stood on Yu Qizhen's chest, looking down at him.

"Avatar of the Martial Soul? In front of me, that's just a pile of trash."

She kicked Yu Qizhen out of the crater, sending him rolling into the pile of other elders.

BOOM!

Yu Zongzhen launched a sneak attack from the side, unleashing his sixth Soul Skill with all his might—Thunder Purgatory!

The sky full of thunder transformed into a web of lightning, descending to envelop Liu Erlong.

Liu Erlong didn't even turn her head; her figure flickered and vanished from where she stood.

The lightning web slammed into the ground, pulverizing the bluestone slabs into dust.

Liu Erlong's voice rang out from behind him.

"A sneak attack? Do you think you're fast?"

Yu Zongzhen's pupils constricted sharply as he turned around.

A golden fist was already pressed against his face.

"Do you fucking think I can't hit you?"

With a punch to the head, Yu Zongzhen was sent flying horizontally. He bounced three times on the ground, rolling over a hundred meters away.

Sparks and lightning trailed behind him.

Liu Erlong chased after him and stomped on his leg; the crisp sound of shattering bone was clearly audible.

"Law Enforcement Elder? What kind of law are you enforcing? Bullshit law!"

She slammed another punch into his back—crack—his shoulder blades shattered.

He let out a sudden, miserable shriek.

"Aren't you here to enforce the law? Get up! Enforce it!"

Yu Zongzhen lay on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, unable to utter a single word.

Liu Erlong kicked him away and turned to face the remaining people.

Ten high-level Soul Sages were still circling the perimeter, trying to find an opening.

Seeing all three elders beaten to the ground, their faces turned deathly pale, and their legs went weak.

"Attack together! Don't be afraid! There's no way she can—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Erlong had already appeared in front of him.

"No way what?" She slammed a fist into his face, and he flew away like a kite with a broken string.

Liu Erlong's figure wove between the ten Soul Sages, one punch for each, every blow landing with visceral impact.

Golden flames exploded across the plaza, and the Soul Sages were blasted away like punching bags.

In less than ten breaths.

All ten high-level Soul Sages lay on the ground, scattered in disarray, bruised and battered, wailing in agony.

Liu Erlong stood in the center of the plaza, arms crossed, golden flames burning around her body, her golden vertical pupils surveying the entire scene.

"Who's next?!"

The entire place was deathly silent.

The disciples, deacons, and servants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were all in disbelief.

Four elders, all level 82 Soul Douluos, were lying on the ground like dead dogs, beaten by a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

Ten high-level Soul Sages, the backbone of the sect, couldn't even take a single punch from her.

"A Six-Ring Soul Emperor... brutally beating four Soul Douluos and ten Soul Sages..."

"Is she even human?"

"Golden Holy Flame Dragon... our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's Martial Soul can't even stand steady in front of her..."

The watching disciples were all trembling.

How could she be this terrifying?

Is she really a Soul Emperor?

Are you sure she isn't a Title Douluo?

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, the world's number one beast Martial Soul, Today, they were trampled underfoot by a "mixed-blood bastard daughter" they had once spat upon.

Ye Yingling jumped up in excitement behind them, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout, "Senior Sister is so cool!"

The Imperial Auspicious Beast wagged her tail rapidly, her three eyes squinting into crescents as she squatted at Ye Yingling's feet, yapping, "Hit him, hit him! That one trying to crawl up! Yes, yes, that one!"

She even fished a bag of snacks out of the carriage, watching while she ate, shouting indistinctly, "This Auspicious Beast bets on Senior Sister to win! Betting everything!"

Ye Yingling hurriedly covered her mouth, "How are you, an Auspicious Beast, gambling?"

"The Power of Destiny tells me Senior Sister is sure to win! A guaranteed profit!" the Auspicious Beast declared righteously.

Tang Yuehua was not by Ye Yingling's side at this moment; at Jiang Ce's suggestion, she was hiding behind a plaza monument in the distance.

No one would notice her here.

Her head poked out from behind the monument, her hands bound behind her back by tentacles, and Jiang Ce's vibration mode was already active.

The rest of her body was left feeling hollowed out by the Phantom Dragon Impact.

Her legs were weak; had she not been leaning against the stone pillar, she would have slid to the ground long ago.

Teacher... she called out tremblingly in her heart, biting her silver teeth to keep from losing her composure.

Yet her eyes were locked onto the figure of Liu Erlong beating the elders, her gaze shimmering with moisture and intense excitement.

Jiang Ce's voice echoed in her mind, laced with mockery, "How is it? Watching Senior Sister slap those stubborn old fools in the face—isn't it thrilling?"

Tang Yuehua did not answer, for she could no longer speak.

Her body trembled slightly as she fantasized about the same scene playing out at the Clear Sky Sect.

Those elders who looked down on her, those old geezers who said, "What a waste of this bloodline," all being trampled under her feet one by one.

The more she thought, the more excited she became; her breathing grew ragged, and her body twisted slightly.

"Don't... don't stop..."

"Tsk, you little nymphomaniac." Jiang Ce laughed, and the vibration mode intensified.

Tang Yuehua let out a muffled groan, pressing her forehead against the stone pillar as her back arched.

A-Yin stood at the very back, her blue eyes wide.

She watched as Liu Erlong took down a Soul Douluo with every punch, sending them flying like sandbags, and an indescribable shock surged in her heart.

Is this... the power bestowed by Teacher?

She looked down at her own clothes, her heart racing.

In the center of the inner sect plaza, Liu Erlong crossed her arms, sweeping her gaze over the people lying like corpses on the ground.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect? One of the Upper Three Sects? The world's number one beast martial soul?"

She mocked loudly:

"Is that it?"

"I haven't even warmed up yet!"

She raised her foot, stepped on Yu Bazhen's face, and ground it in.

"Didn't you look down on mixed blood? Didn't you say a bastard daughter wasn't worthy of entering the sect genealogy?"

"Didn't you say I would never amount to anything in this life?"

Her voice grew louder, every word piercing the ears of everyone present like a blade.

"What about now? You 'pure-blooded orthodox' ones, beaten to the ground by a 'mixed-blood bastard daughter,' unable to even stand up."

"Who is the mixed blood? Who is the trash?"

No one in the crowd dared to answer.

Just then, Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, who had not moved until now, spoke up.

The aura of a level 92 Title Douluo slowly rose.

Thunder condensed around him into purple, dragon-shaped arcs of electricity.

The phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon roared behind him.

"Erlong," his voice was low.

"You've beaten them up, so you should have vented your anger. After all, you are of the Yu family bloodline, the flesh and blood of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—"

"Flesh and blood?" Liu Erlong interrupted him, her golden vertical pupils staring straight at Yu Yuanzhen. "You're talking to me about flesh and blood?"

Her voice rose sharply.

"Back then, when my mother died of illness in the outer residence, Yu Luomian came to collect the body. You old things, did any of you ever look at her even once?"

"When my martial soul awakened and mutated into a Fire Dragon, you didn't even glance at it before declaring 'mixed blood shall not enter the genealogy'."

"Now you talk to me about flesh and blood? It's too late."

Her gaze swept over Yu Yuanzhen and the "pure-blooded orthodox" members who were struggling to crawl to their feet.

"I didn't come here today to claim kin. I came to tell you all—"

She raised her hand and pointed at Yu Yuanzhen.

"From today on, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will change its surname to Liu. I am the main lineage now!"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is hereby renamed: the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect!"

"In this sect, I have the final say!"

A deathly silence fell over the entire scene.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect looked at Liu Erlong in disbelief.

"She... she said she wants to rename the sect?"

"The Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect... is she insane?"

"She wants to uproot our thousand-year-old sect... all by herself?"

Whispers emerged from the corners, like a group of rats whose tails had been stepped on.

But no one dared to stand up.

Because the four great elders and ten high-level Soul Sages lying on the ground were the best possible answer.

"You...!"

Yu Guanzhen struggled to prop up half his body from the rubble, covered in blood, his finger trembling violently as he pointed at Liu Erlong.

"The thousand-year foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect! How can it be destroyed by a mere yellow-haired girl like you!"

Liu Erlong didn't even spare him a glance.

"A thousand-year foundation? What have you achieved while guarding this foundation? You're at the bottom of the Upper Three Sects, and the world's number one beast spirit is nothing but a joke. You're suppressed and beaten by Spirit Hall, and you don't even dare to let out a fart."

Her golden vertical pupils swept over Yu Guanzhen, the mockery at the corners of her mouth deepening.

"This foundation has long since rotted to the core. Now that I am here, the Golden Holy Flame Dragon is the true number one beast spirit in the world!"

The Golden Holy Flame Dragon on her body soared into the sky with a roar. A terrifying aura vented outward, and everyone was forced back by the sheer pressure!

"You--!" Yu Guanzhen trembled with rage, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the spot.

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Erlong, do you truly intend to go this far?"

"I never say the same thing twice."

Liu Erlong's golden vertical pupils stared straight at Yu Yuanzhen. Golden flames surged over her right fist, and the phantom of the Golden Holy Flame Dragon roared behind her.

"Fine! Truly, heroes emerge from the youth! Since you want to fight, then I shall fight you. If you win, you shall be the Sect Master! Everything in this sect will be decided by you!"

Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes, and the thunder on his body gradually subsided. When he opened them again, the anger was gone, replaced only by a complex light.

"Sect Master, you cannot!"

"How can the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect change its name?"

"The main lineage belongs to our Yu family; the laws of our ancestors cannot be changed!"

The many elders turned pale upon hearing Yu Yuanzhen's words. If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were renamed the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect, what difference would that be from the sect being destroyed? Furthermore, the most common spirit within the sect was still the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, while Liu Erlong was the only one with the Golden Holy Flame Dragon spirit. To let her become the main lineage and allow her mutated spirit to become the symbol of the sect? What kind of joke was this? Wouldn't this make the whole world laugh at them?

"Enough, you old stubborn fools. Do you feel like your bones haven't been broken enough by me yet?"

Liu Erlong stomped her foot. The Golden Holy Flame Dragon behind her let out a fierce roar, and a terrifying pressure surged toward the dozen or so severely injured elders. Feeling that horrific murderous intent, their faces drained of color, and they trembled in terror.

"Enough, Erlong."

The aura of Yu Yuanzhen, a level 92 Title Douluo, exploded outward as his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul coalesced behind him.

"They are shortsighted; speaking with them is merely a waste of breath."

The aura radiating from Yu Yuanzhen surged forth, neutralizing the terrifying pressure emanating from Liu Erlong.

He was naturally aware of these stubborn old fools; changing their minds was an impossibility.

However, in this world, the strong are respected.

When you possess the power to shatter the rules, you become the one who dictates them.

These stubborn old fools still couldn't grasp this; did they truly need Liu Erlong to kill them before they understood?

If Liu Erlong could truly defeat him, what would it matter if he handed the sect over to her?

With such an outstanding descendant, he believed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would only march toward a more powerful future.

The corners of Liu Erlong's mouth curled up, her golden vertical pupils burning with the desire for battle.

"Now this looks like something."

Her figure flickered, and she charged headlong into the sky filled with thunder.

Behind her, the cheers of Ye Yingling and the Imperial Auspicious Beast were deafening.

Tang Yuehua leaned against a stone pillar, her legs weak, yet the excitement in her eyes grew ever more intense.

A-Yin took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

Above the Nine Dragon-Shaped Peaks, dark clouds churned, and lightning flashed amidst the thunder.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"