Yu Yuanzhen: You Should Have Said You Were This Strong! Liu Erlong: Let's Fight First, No Begging Allowed!

Above the nine dragon-shaped peaks, dark clouds churned with flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

Yu Yuanzhen's nine Soul Rings appeared in unison—two yellow, two purple, and five black.

The nine rings shone brilliantly, the purple gleaming and the black chilling to the bone.

Blue-purple dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin, covering his entire body as lightning danced between the plates.

His arms thickened into dragon claws, his fingers transforming into sharp, hooked talons with high-voltage arcs dancing at every tip.

A pair of blue-purple Dragon Wings unfurled from his back, spanning hundreds of meters and burning with ghostly blue thunder-fire.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, complete form, Avatar of the Martial Soul.

Liu Erlong bent her legs and launched herself upward with a violent spring, shattering the ground into a massive crater as she shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Golden flames condensed into a dragon head on her right fist, slamming head-on into the dragon head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Yu Yuanzhen's dragon claw gathered thunder as his fifth Soul Ring detonated.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Emperor Break!"

A purple pillar of lightning as thick as a water barrel erupted from his claw, accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

Fist and claw collided.

Boom!

The lightning pillar shattered, and golden flames splattered in every direction.

Liu Erlong's fist punched through the fragmented lightning and smashed into the dragon's head.

Dragon scales shattered, purple dragon blood sprayed, and the hundreds-of-meters-long Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was forcibly knocked off course, sliding dozens of meters through the air.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

"The Sect Master... was sent flying by a single punch?"

Yu Yuanzhen steadied his form, his dragon eyes filled with disbelief.

His fifth Soul Skill as a ninety-second-level Title Douluo had been shattered by the punch of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor.

Was this niece of his truly that terrifying?

Was she really just a Six-Ring Soul Emperor?

From the start, he had seen Liu Erlong suppress a Soul Douluo with ease; even he could not have performed those movements with such effortless grace.

He had already overestimated her, yet he had still underestimated this niece.

Liu Erlong landed on her feet and launched herself again.

In an instant, the ground collapsed into a terrifying crater, accompanied by a series of sonic boom clouds.

As her figure flashed, she threw one punch, two punches, three punches—each landing solidly, her speed incredibly fast.

The body of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was pummeled like a punching bag as she leaped and struck.

Sonic boom clouds continued to detonate across the sky.

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth and activated all nine of his Soul Rings simultaneously.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Technique—Activate!"

His aura climbed from level ninety-two to the peak of level ninety-three.

The disciples in the square cheered and jumped for joy.

"The Sect Master has activated the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique!"

"This time, he will surely take down that arrogant girl!"

"The Sect Master is a ninety-second-level Title Douluo! With the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique fully unleashed, his strength will skyrocket; how could a mere Six-Ring Soul Emperor possibly hold him off?"

The cheers echoed across the square, and everyone believed the tide was about to turn.

Liu Erlong looked up at the black thunder dragon that blotted out the sky, the corners of her mouth slowly curling upward.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Technique? You think you're the only one who can use it?"

The third Soul Ring beneath her feet detonated.

"Third Soul Skill—Holy Flame Blood Burning!"

All attributes increased by two times, accompanied by a Super Armor effect.

The Holy Flame on her body carried a sacred burn; all fire attacks gained an additional instance of sacred burning, lasting for four hours.

Her original first and second Soul Skills, combined with Jiang Ce's five-fold independent multiplier, had already brought her total attributes to fifteen times their base.

Now, with her third Soul Skill doubling them again—

The values were calculated once more.

Basic all-attribute stats increased by 400%, changing the value from 1 to 6, then multiplied by Jiang Ce's 5x multiplier zone, bringing the total attribute boost to 30 times.

Right-hand attack power and strength were increased by an additional 15 times on top of that 30x base.

A mere doubling of a single attribute could increase a Soul Master's combat power by a significant margin, let alone an increase to all attributes.

In an instant, Liu Erlong's aura surged dozens of times over.

Everyone in the arena was stunned.

"Are... are you kidding me?!"

"When the Sect Master uses the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique, his aura only surges a few times over. She uses a third Soul Skill, and her aura surges dozens of times?!"

"Whose third Soul Skill is this terrifying?!"

"What kind of skill is that exactly? Is it also a secret technique on the level of the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique?"

Several elders turned pale, their lips trembling.

Yu Yuanzhen's dragon eyes widened into perfect circles.

He had thought that by activating the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique, he could at least contend with Liu Erlong.

But now, he felt that overwhelming aura crushing down from across from him.

The boost from the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique wasn't even fit to carry the shoes of her third Soul Skill.

Liu Erlong bent her legs and launched herself upward with a violent spring.

She smashed a fist into the black dragon head.

BOOM!

Ink-black scales shattered, purple dragon blood splattered, and the entire Black Dragon was knocked out of the air by her punch.

One punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, five punches.

Liu Erlong straddled the dragon head, raining punches down onto the dragon's face.

Every punch connected, every punch shattered scales.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Technique! A level 92 Title Douluo! Is that supposed to be impressive?"

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

Dragon scales shattered, dragon blood sprayed.

Yu Yuanzhen was beaten into a state where he had no power to fight back.

Liu Erlong landed on her feet and looked up at the fallen Black Dragon.

She couldn't fly; every attack was launched by springing upward.

Yu Yuanzhen struggled to crawl up, his Black Dragon torso covered in golden fist marks.

Several disciples suddenly screamed.

"She can't fly! Sect Master, she can't fly! She can't hit you at all while you're in the sky!"

"That's right! Sect Master, fly up into the sky! She can't jump that high!"

"Wear her out! She can't fly!"

More and more voices echoed from every corner of the plaza.

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth, spread his dragon wings, and his massive black dragon body soared into the air, flying higher and higher until he hovered high above.

Liu Erlong looked up at the Black Dragon in the sky, but she didn't jump.

She simply stood there, the corners of her mouth curled up, watching the Black Dragon shivering in the sky.

Fly?

Did he think he was safe just by flying into the sky?

"Heh heh."

Her shoulder blades suddenly bulged, and the sound of bones stretching and rearranging was clearly audible.

A pair of massive Golden Holy Flame Dragon Wings tore out from her back, with a wingspan exceeding ten meters. They were covered in golden dragon scales, their edges sharp as blades, and every scale burned with golden holy flames.

External Soul Bone: Golden Holy Flame Dragon Wing.

All attributes increased by three times, with added Holy Lava Penetration, flight speed increased by three times, lasting for six hours.

Basic all-attribute stats increased by 700%, changing the value from 1 to 8, then multiplied by Jiang Ce's 5x independent multiplier zone, bringing the total attribute boost to 40 times.

Right-hand attack power and strength were increased by an additional 15 times on top of that.

Liu Erlong's aura surged dozens of times over once again.

Dragon Might crushed down, covering everything. The air solidified, the earth trembled, and the entire inner sect plaza shivered under the weight of that Dragon Might.

Every elder, disciple, and deacon present was forced to their knees by this terrifying aura, unable to even lift their heads.

Yu Yuanzhen's Black Dragon True Form trembled violently high in the sky.

That wave of Dragon Might crushed down, and his dragon body felt as if it were pinned by a massive mountain, unable to even maintain its hover.

Boom!

The black dragon body plummeted from the heights, slamming into the ground and sending a sky full of rubble flying.

Everyone in the arena froze.

A ninety-second-level Title Douluo, the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, had been forced out of the sky by nothing but someone's aura.

Yu Yuanzhen's dragon face twisted, his eyes filled with disbelief.

She had already been suppressing him even before she revealed those Dragon Wings.

Now that her aura had surged once more, how the hell was he supposed to fight this?

With an aura like this, who would dare to challenge her unless they were a Peerless Douluo?

You should have said so earlier!

If you had told me you were this strong, I would have handed the Sect Master position over to you directly!

With such a powerful niece, who would even want to compete with you?

With such a powerful niece around, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would only become the number one sect on the Douluo Continent in the future.

Even Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect could not compare to her.

Although Tang Chen was a ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo, that was a level he had reached only after decades of cultivation.

Yet his own niece was only a Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

For a Six-Ring Soul Emperor to possess such outrageous power—once she fully matured, what ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo could stand against her? She would just punch them into mincemeat.

He opened his mouth, just about to concede—

Liu Erlong saw it.

She saw that dragon mouth open, and she saw the intent to surrender in his eyes.

Liu Erlong's figure vanished from where she stood.

Golden lightning streaked across the horizon.

The next second, her fist had already slammed into the dragon's mouth.

Hit the mouth first to prevent him from begging for mercy.

Bang!

With one punch, the mouth Yu Yuanzhen had just opened was forced shut.

Teeth shattered, and dragon blood splattered everywhere.

Before the words could even leave his mouth, the next fist arrived.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Liu Erlong hammered her fists into the dragon's mouth one after another, forcing the dragon head to snap back and sending dragon blood flying.

Every time Yu Yuanzhen tried to speak, her fists smashed the words back down his throat.

"Want to surrender? I haven't had enough yet!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Liu Erlong landed by the dragon's tail, grabbed the thick appendage with both hands, and sank her fingers into the gaps between the scales like iron hooks.

She bent her knees slightly, twisted her waist with a violent force, and the entire hundreds-of-meters-long black dragon was swung into the air.

"Nine-Fold Explosive Slam—first slam!"

Boom!

The black dragon was smashed into the mountain on the left, causing the mountain to explode and rocks to crumble.

"Second slam!"

Boom!

The black dragon was swung around and smashed into the mountain on the right, sending dust and smoke soaring into the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every slam, the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect trembled.

Mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and rubble fell like rain.

All the disciples and elders were jolted into the air by the terrifying vibrations, only to fall back down, be jolted into the air again, and fall once more.

"Ninth slam!"

Liu Erlong swung the Black Dragon over her head, accelerating with a spin, and slammed him fiercely into the foot of the main peak.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

The earth erupted into a thousand-meter-long dragon-shaped crater, sending shattered rocks soaring into the sky as dust and smoke blotted out the sun.

Yu Yuanzhen lay at the bottom of the pit, his Dragon Transformation Secret Technique unable to hold any longer; it burst apart with a boom, dissolving into a sky full of black light particles as he reverted to his human form.

His clothes were tattered, his body bathed in blood, and his mouth was stained crimson; his entire face was so swollen it was unrecognizable.

He had fallen unconscious.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Liu Erlong stood in the distance and exhaled, her golden dragon eyes shining with incomparable brilliance.

Not a single drop of blood stained her dress, and not even a strand of her hair was out of place.

She slowly rose into the air, her Golden Dragon wings unfurling behind her. Enveloped in golden holy light, she looked down from above at the multitude of elders and disciples in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect plaza.

Everyone was dumbfounded, trembling in fear.

"So... so terrifying..."

"A level 92 Title Douluo, being slammed around like a sandbag..."

"Is she even human?"

Liu Erlong's voice rang out across the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

"From this day forth, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect shall be renamed the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect!"

"Those who disagree—step forward!"

Her prestige shook the heavens, rolling across the sky like a thunderclap and echoing through the nine dragon-shaped peaks.

The entire mountain gate trembled under the force of her voice, and everyone's spirit was shaken to the core.

Wherever her gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads, none daring to meet her eyes.

A quick-witted disciple was the first to react, dropping to his knees with a thud.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

This cry seemed to flip a switch, and more disciples dropped to their knees one after another.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Thousands of voices cheered in unison, their shouts piercing the clouds.

Even those who were severely injured roared with all their might, screaming until their throats were raw, terrified that if they were too slow or too quiet, they would be beaten to a pulp again.

With this mother-tyrannosaurus as Sect Master, no one could stop her.

Several elders stood to the side, dumbstruck, their mouths hanging open, unable to speak for a long time.

They watched the disciples scrambling to kneel and looked at the golden figure hovering in the sky, finally hanging their heads in defeat.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was no more, starting today.

Only the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect remained.

What a disaster!