Tang Yuehua: Teacher, don't stop...

Lightning exploded, and the giant thunder dragon shattered like paper.

Yu Qizhen plummeted from the air, blood spraying from his mouth.

Liu Erlong flipped in midair and planted a foot on his chest, stomping him out of the sky and into the ground.

Boom!

The ground blew open, leaving a pit dozens of meters deep. Yu Bazhen was embedded at the bottom, covered in blood, his limbs twitching.

Liu Erlong stood on Yu Qizhen's chest and looked down at him.

"Martial Soul Avatar? In front of me, you're nothing but a pile of trash."

She kicked Yu Qizhen out of the pit, sending him tumbling into the heap of elders.

Boom!

Yu Zongzhen burst out from the side, launching a sneak attack with his sixth Soul Skill at full force—Thunder Purgatory!

Lightning filled the sky, forming a net that descended on Liu Erlong.

Without even turning her head, Liu Erlong blurred and vanished from where she stood.

The net of lightning slammed into the ground, blasting the flagstones into dust.

Liu Erlong's voice came from behind him.

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

Yu Zongzhen's pupils contracted. He turned around—

A golden fist was already right in his face.

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

The punch smashed into his head, sending him flying sideways. He bounced three times across the ground, then rolled more than a hundred meters.

Sparks flew with the lightning.

Liu Erlong caught up and stomped on his leg. The crisp crack of breaking bones rang out.

"Disciplinary Elder? What law are you enforcing? This law of yours is bullshit!"

Another punch slammed into his back. Crack! His shoulder blade shattered.

A sudden scream tore from him.

"Weren't you going to enforce the law? Get up! Enforce it!"

Yu Zongzhen lay facedown on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. He couldn't get a single word out.

Liu Erlong kicked him away and turned to face the others.

The ten high-ranking Soul Sages were still circling the perimeter, trying to find an opening.

Seeing all three elders beaten down, their faces went deathly pale and their legs turned to jelly.

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

Before he could finish, Liu Erlong was already standing in front of him.

"No way I can what?" Her fist crashed into his face, and he flew away like a kite with its string cut.

Liu Erlong darted among the ten Soul Sages, one punch apiece, each blow landing solidly.

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

In less than ten breaths,

all ten high-ranking Soul Sages lay sprawled on the ground, bruised and swollen, groans filling the air.

Liu Erlong stood in the middle of the plaza, arms folded across her chest. Golden flames burned around her as her golden vertical pupils swept over the entire scene.

"Who's next?!"

The entire plaza fell silent.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's disciples, stewards, and servants were all in disbelief.

Four elders, each an 82nd-rank Soul Douluo, had been beaten down by a girl of twelve or thirteen, left lying on the ground like dead dogs.

Ten high-ranking Soul Sages, the pillars of the clan, couldn't even take a single punch from her.

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

"Is she even fucking human?"

"The Golden Holy Flame Dragon... Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul can't even stand steady in front of hers..."

The onlooking disciples were all trembling.

How could she be this terrifying?

Was this really a Soul Emperor?

Was she sure she wasn't a Titled Douluo?

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, with the best Beast Martial Soul in the world—

today, it had been trampled underfoot by a single person: a "half-blood illegitimate daughter" they had once scorned.

Ye Yingling bounced excitedly in the back, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "Big Sister is so badass!"

The Imperial Auspicious Beast wagged her tail like mad, all three eyes narrowing into crescent moons as she crouched beside Ye Yingling and yelped:

"Beat him! Beat him! The one still trying to get up! Yeah, yeah, that one!"

She even grabbed a bag of snacks from the carriage and watched while eating, shouting through a mouthful, "This Auspicious Beast is betting on Big Sister! All in!"

Ye Yingling hurriedly covered her mouth. "You're an Auspicious Beast. Since when do you gamble?"

"The Power of Destiny tells me Big Sister is guaranteed to win! It's a sure thing!" the Auspicious Beast declared, entirely unashamed.

Tang Yuehua wasn't beside Ye Yingling at that moment. At Jiang Ce's suggestion, she was hiding behind a stone stele in the distant plaza.

No one would notice her here.

At that moment, her head peeked out from behind the stele. Several tentacles bound her hands behind her back, and Jiang Ce's vibration mode was already on.

The other half of her had been left utterly dazed by Phantom Dragon Impact.

Her legs were weak. If she hadn't been leaning against the stone pillar, she would already have slid to the ground.

"Tea... teacher..." she called silently, trembling, gritting her teeth to keep herself composed.

But her eyes stayed fixed on Liu Erlong beating the elders, shimmering with tears and excitement.

Jiang Ce's voice echoed in her mind, tinged with amusement. "So, watching Big Sister slap those stubborn old fools in the face—is it exciting?"

Tang Yuehua didn't answer, because she couldn't speak anymore.

Her body trembled faintly as she imagined the same scene unfolding in the Clear Sky Sect.

The elders who looked down on her, the old fools who said, "What a shame to waste such bloodline"—one by one, trampled beneath her feet.

The more she imagined it, the more excited she became. Her breathing quickened, and her body shifted slightly.

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

"Tsk, you little pervert." Jiang Ce chuckled, increasing the vibration mode a little more.

Tang Yuehua let out a muffled moan, her forehead pressed against the stone pillar and her back arched.

Ah Yin stood at the very back, her blue eyes wide open.

She watched Liu Erlong knock down Soul Douluo one after another, sending them flying like punching bags. A shock beyond words welled up inside her.

"This... is the power the teacher bestowed?"

She lowered her gaze to the clothes she was wearing, her heart beating faster.

In the middle of the inner courtyard plaza, Liu Erlong stood with her arms folded, surveying the people strewn across the ground.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? One of the Upper Three Sects? The world's best Beast Martial Soul?"

She mocked them loudly:

"That's it?"

"I'm not even warmed up yet!"

She lifted her foot, planted it on Yu Bazhen's face, and ground it in.

"Didn't you look down on half-bloods? Didn't you say illegitimate daughters didn't deserve a place in the clan genealogy?

Didn't you say I'd never amount to anything in my life?"

Her voice grew louder and louder, every word like a knife stabbing into the ears of everyone present.

"And now? You 'pure-blooded heirs' have been beaten to the ground by a 'half-blood illegitimate daughter,' and you can't even stand back up."

"Who's the half-blood now? Who's the trash?"

No one in the plaza dared to answer.

Just then,

the clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, who hadn't moved until now, finally spoke.

The aura of a 92nd-rank Titled Douluo slowly rose,

as lightning gathered around him into purple, dragon-shaped arcs,

and the phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon roared behind him.

"Erlong." His voice was low.

"You've beaten them up. You've had your say. You're still of the Yu bloodline, the flesh and blood of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—"

"Flesh and blood?" Liu Erlong cut him off, her golden vertical pupils fixed on Yu Yuanzhen. "You want to talk to me about flesh and blood?"

Her voice suddenly rose.

"When my mother died of illness in the outer residence, Yu Luomian was the one who collected her body. Which one of you old bastards ever came to see her?"

"My Martial Soul Awakening mutated into a Fire Dragon, and you didn't even bother to look before deciding that 'half-bloods weren't allowed in the clan genealogy.'"

"And now you want to talk about flesh and blood? Too late."

Her gaze swept over Yu Yuanzhen, then over the "pure-blooded heirs" struggling to get back up.

"I didn't come here today to acknowledge my family. I came to tell you—"

She raised her hand and pointed at Yu Yuanzhen.

"From today on, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will take the surname Liu. I'm the main line now!"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is changing its name to the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect!"

"This sect answers to me!"

The entire plaza fell deathly silent.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's disciples stared at Liu Erlong in disbelief.

"She... she says she's going to rename the sect?"

"The Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect... has she gone mad?"

"She's going to uproot our thousand-year-old sect all by herself?"

Whispers rose from the corners like a pack of rats with their tails stepped on.

But nobody dared step forward.

The four elders and ten high-ranking Soul Sages lying on the ground were answer enough.

"You...!"

Yu Guanzhen struggled to push himself halfway upright amid the rubble, covered in blood, his finger trembling violently as he pointed at Liu Erlong.

"How can the thousand-year legacy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan be destroyed by a little girl like you!"

Liu Erlong didn't even look at him.

"A thousand-year legacy? What have you accomplished by guarding it all this time?

You're at the bottom of the Upper Three Sects. The world's best Beast Martial Soul is a joke.

Spirit Hall beats you senseless, and you don't even dare fart."

Her golden vertical pupils swept over Yu Guanzhen, and the mockery at the corner of her mouth deepened.

"This legacy has rotted through and through. Now that I'm here, the Golden Holy Flame Dragon is the world's best Beast Martial Soul!"

The Golden Holy Flame Dragon above her suddenly soared skyward and roared,

unleashing a terrifying aura that drove everyone back!

"You—!" Yu Guanzhen shook with rage, spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out on the spot.

Yu Yuanzhen was silent for a long while before finally speaking.

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

"I never repeat myself."

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.

"Good! Heroes have always risen in their youth! Since you want to fight, then I'll fight you.

If you win, you'll become the clan leader! The entire sect will be yours to command!"

Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes, and the lightning around him gradually died down.

When he opened them again, the anger was gone from his eyes, replaced by a trace of complicated emotion.

"Clan Leader, you can't!"

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

"The main line belongs to the Yu family! The laws of our ancestors must not be changed!"

The many elders' faces changed dramatically when they heard Yu Yuanzhen say this.

Changing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's name straight to the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect—

how was that any different from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan being wiped out?

Besides, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was still the most common Martial Soul in the clan.

Right now, Liu Erlong was the only one with the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Martial Soul.

Letting her become the main line and letting her mutated Martial Soul become the sect's emblem?

What kind of joke was that?

Wouldn't the whole world laugh at them?

"Enough, you stubborn old fools. Do you think I haven't broken enough bones yet?"

Liu Erlong stamped her foot.

The Golden Holy Flame Dragon behind her roared, and its terrifying pressure surged toward the dozen or so badly injured elders like a killing blow.

Feeling that dreadful killing intent, they all went pale, their faces filled with terror as they trembled.

"Enough, Erlong."

The aura of a 92nd-rank Titled Douluo burst from Yu Yuanzhen, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul coalesced behind him.

"They're short-sighted. Talking to them is a waste of breath."

The energy around Yu Yuanzhen surged out, counteracting Liu Erlong's terrifying aura.

Naturally, he knew these stubborn old fools. There was no way to make them change their minds.

But in this world, the strong ruled.

Once you had the power to break the rules, you became the one who made them.

Did these stubborn old fools still not understand? Did Liu Erlong really have to kill them before they got it?

If Liu Erlong really could defeat him, so what if he handed the clan over to her?

With such an outstanding junior, he believed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would only grow stronger in the future.

Liu Erlong's lips curled into a smile, golden slit pupils burning with battle intent.

"Now that's more like it."

She flashed forward, charging into the thunder filling the sky.

Behind her, Ye Yingling and the Imperial Auspicious Beast cheered so loudly their voices shook the heavens.

Tang Yuehua leaned against a stone pillar, her legs weak, but the excitement in her eyes growing ever stronger.

Ah Yin took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

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

"Boom, boom, boom!"