Yu Yuanzhen: You Should've Told Me You Were This Strong! Liu Erlong: Hit His Mouth First, So He Can't Beg for Mercy!

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

"Rumble—"

"Martial Soul Avatar!"

Yu Yuanzhen's nine Soul Rings appeared all at once—two yellow, two purple, and five black.

All nine rings blazed into view, their purple light brilliant and their black light ominous.

Blue-purple dragon scales erupted from beneath his skin, covering his entire body as lightning danced across their surface.

His arms thickened and transformed into dragon claws, his five fingers turning into sharp talons. High-voltage arcs crackled at each fingertip.

A pair of blue-purple Dragon Wings snapped open behind him, spanning hundreds of meters and burning with ghostly blue lightning flames.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's complete Martial Soul Avatar.

Liu Erlong bent her knees and sprang upward. The ground exploded into a massive crater as she shot skyward like a cannonball.

Golden flames gathered around her right fist, forming a dragon's head as she drove it straight at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's head.

Thunder gathered in Yu Yuanzhen's dragon claw. His fifth Soul Ring burst into light.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Emperor Break!"

A purple lightning bolt as thick as a barrel blasted from his claw, carrying the roar of a dragon.

Fist and claw collided.

Boom!

The lightning bolt shattered, and golden flames scattered everywhere.

Liu Erlong's fist pierced through the broken lightning and struck the dragon's head.

Scales shattered, purple dragon blood sprayed, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—hundreds of meters long—was knocked sideways, skidding dozens of meters through the air.

The entire scene fell silent.

"The sect master... was sent flying with one punch?"

Yu Yuanzhen steadied himself, disbelief filling his dragon eyes.

His fifth Soul Skill, unleashed by a Titled Douluo of level 92, had been shattered with a single punch by a Six-Ring Soul Emperor.

Could his niece really be this terrifying?

Was she truly a Six-Ring Soul Emperor?

At first, he had watched Liu Erlong suppress a Soul Douluo with ease, every punch and kick delivered so casually that even he couldn't have matched her nonchalance.

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

Liu Erlong landed, then sprang upward again.

In an instant, the ground caved into a terrifying crater as sonic booms burst around her.

She flashed through the air, throwing one punch, then two, then three, every blow landing solidly, her speed incredible.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's body was a punching bag as she leapt up and pummeled it with one fist after another.

Sonic booms burst across the sky, one after another.

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth and activated all nine Soul Rings at once.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Technique—Activate!"

His aura climbed from level 92 to the peak of level 93.

The disciples erupted in cheers.

"The sect master has activated the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique!"

"Now he'll take down that arrogant girl for sure!"

"The sect master is a level 92 Titled Douluo!

With the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique fully activated, his power will soar. How could a mere Six-Ring Soul Emperor possibly stand against him?"

Cheers rang across the square. Everyone believed the tide was about to turn.

Liu Erlong looked up at the black lightning dragon blotting out the sky, the corners of her mouth slowly curling.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Technique? You think you're the only one who can activate a technique?"

The third Soul Ring beneath her feet burst into light.

"Third Soul Skill—Holy Flame Blood Burning!"

All attributes doubled, with added霸体.

The Holy Flame covering her body carried a divine burn. All fire attacks gained an additional Holy Flame burn that lasted for four hours.

Her first and second Soul Skills, combined with Jiang Ce's fivefold Independent Multiplier, had already raised all her attributes to fifteen times their original level.

Now her third Soul Skill doubled them again—

The numbers recalculated.

A 400% increase to all base attributes raised the value from 1 to 6. Multiplied by Jiang Ce's fivefold multiplier, her total increase to all attributes reached thirty times.

Her right-hand attack power and strength received an additional fifteenfold increase on top of that.

Doubling even one attribute could greatly increase a Soul Master's combat power, let alone every attribute.

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

Everyone present was stunned.

"W-what kind of joke is this?!"

"The sect master activated the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique, and his aura only surged a few times over. She activates a third Soul Skill and hers surges dozens of times?!"

"What kind of third Soul Skill is that terrifying?!"

"What kind of ability is that?

Is it a secret technique on the same level as the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique?"

Several elders turned ashen, their lips trembling.

Yu Yuanzhen's dragon eyes bulged.

He had thought that activating the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique would at least let him fight Liu Erlong to a standstill.

But now, the crushing aura rolling over him from the other side was overwhelming.

Beside her third Soul Skill, the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique wasn't even fit to carry her shoes.

Liu Erlong bent her knees and sprang upward.

Her fist slammed into the black dragon's head.

Boom!

Ink-black scales exploded, and purple dragon blood sprayed everywhere. Her punch sent the entire black dragon plummeting from the sky.

One punch, two, three, four, five.

Liu Erlong straddled the dragon's head and kept punching it in the face.

Every blow landed solidly, every blow shattering scales.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Technique! A level 92 Titled Douluo! You think that makes you impressive?"

Thud, thud, thud, thud—

Scales shattered, and dragon blood sprayed.

Yu Yuanzhen was beaten without the slightest chance to fight back.

Liu Erlong landed and looked up at the black dragon crashing to the ground.

She couldn't fly. Every attack had come from springing herself into the air.

Yu Yuanzhen struggled to his feet. Golden fist marks covered the black dragon's body.

A few disciples suddenly screamed.

"She can't fly! Sect master, she can't fly! She can't reach you up there!"

"That's right! Fly higher, sect master! She can't jump that far!"

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

More and more voices rose from every corner of the square.

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth and spread his Dragon Wings.

His enormous black dragon body rose into the air, climbing higher and higher until he hovered far above them.

Liu Erlong looked up at the black dragon in the sky but didn't jump.

She simply stood there, smiling as she watched the trembling black dragon above.

Flying?

Did he think he'd be safe just because he flew up into the sky?

"Heh."

The bones on either side of her shoulder blades suddenly swelled. The sound of bones stretching and shifting into place rang clear.

A pair of enormous golden Dragon Wings tore out from her back, spanning more than ten meters. Golden dragon scales covered them from tip to tip, their edges sharp as blades, every scale burning with golden Holy Flame.

External Soul Bone: Golden Holy Flame Dragon Wing.

All attributes increased threefold, with added Holy Lava Penetration. Her flying speed increased threefold, and the effect lasted for six hours.

A 700% increase to all base attributes raised the value from 1 to 8. Multiplied by Jiang Ce's fivefold Independent Multiplier, her total increase to all attributes reached forty times.

Her right-hand attack power and strength received an additional fifteenfold increase on top of that.

Liu Erlong's aura surged dozens of times higher again.

Dragon Might crashed down from above. The air froze, the earth shook, and the entire inner sect square trembled beneath it.

Every elder, disciple, and steward present was crushed to their knees by that terrifying aura, unable even to lift their heads.

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

As that Dragon Might bore down on him, his dragon body felt as if a mountain were pressing on it. He couldn't even stay airborne.

Boom!

His black dragon body plunged from the sky and smashed into the ground, sending shattered stone flying everywhere.

Everyone there froze.

The sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a level 92 Titled Douluo, had been forced out of the sky by someone's aura alone.

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

Even before she revealed those Dragon Wings, she had already been beating him down.

Now her aura had surged again. How was he supposed to fight this?

With an aura like that, who would dare face her unless they were a Peerless Douluo?

You should've told me!

You should've told me you were this strong, and I would've handed the sect master's seat right over to you!

With a niece this powerful, who would still fight you for it?

With a niece this powerful, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would become the greatest sect in the world of the Douluo Continent.

Even Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect couldn't match her.

Tang Chen might be a level 99 Peerless Douluo, but it had taken him decades of cultivation to reach that level.

Meanwhile, his niece was only a Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

If a Six-Ring Soul Emperor already had power this absurd, then once she fully matured, she could turn any level 99 Peerless Douluo into minced meat with a single punch.

He opened his mouth, about to concede—

Liu Erlong saw it.

She saw his dragon mouth open. She saw the surrender in his eyes.

Liu Erlong vanished from where she stood.

A bolt of golden lightning streaked across the sky.

In the next instant, her fist smashed into the dragon's mouth.

Hit his mouth first, so he couldn't beg for mercy.

Thud!

Yu Yuanzhen's mouth, just opening, was forcibly punched shut.

His teeth shattered, and dragon blood sprayed everywhere.

Before he could get a word out, her fist came down again.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Liu Erlong kept punching his dragon mouth, knocking his head backward and spraying dragon blood everywhere.

Every time Yu Yuanzhen tried to speak, her fist slammed his mouth shut again.

"Trying to surrender? I'm not done beating you!"

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Liu Erlong landed beside the dragon's tail and seized it with both hands, her fingers digging into the gaps between its scales like iron hooks.

She bent her knees and twisted her waist. The several-hundred-meter-long black dragon swung up into the air.

"Nine-Fold Explosive Slam—First Slam!"

Boom!

She smashed the black dragon into the mountain on the left. The mountainside exploded, and rocks tumbled down.

"Second Slam!"

Boom!

She swung the black dragon into the mountain on the right, sending smoke billowing into the sky.

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

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

Peaks collapsed, the ground cracked, and rocks rained down.

The disciples and elders were shaken into the air by the terrifying tremors, then fell, only to be thrown up again and fall once more.

"Ninth Fall!"

Liu Erlong swung the Black Dragon over her head, spinning faster and faster before slamming him into the foot of the main peak.

Rumble, rumble—

The earth split open, forming a thousand-meter-long, dragon-shaped pit. Broken rocks shot into the sky, and clouds of dust blotted out the sun.

Yu Yuanzhen lay at the bottom of the pit. The Dragon Transformation Secret Technique could no longer hold up; it burst apart with a thunderous crash, dissolving into a sky full of black specks of light as he returned to human form.

His clothes were in tatters, his whole body drenched in blood, and blood covered his mouth. His face was so swollen it was unrecognizable.

He had passed out.

The entire crowd fell deathly silent.

Liu Erlong stood some distance away and let out a breath. Her golden dragon eyes shone brilliantly.

Not a drop of blood had stained her dress. Even her hair was still neat.

She slowly rose into the air, Golden Dragon wings spreading behind her. Golden holy light enveloped her as she looked down from above at the many elders and disciples gathered in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's square.

Everyone stared in stunned disbelief, trembling with fear.

"Th-this is terrifying..."

"A level ninety-two Titled Douluo, tossed around like a punching bag..."

"Is she even human?"

Liu Erlong's voice rang throughout the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"From this day on, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will be renamed the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect!"

"Anyone who objects—step forward!"

Her voice shook the heavens like a thunderclap rolling across the sky, echoing through the Nine Dragon-Shaped Peaks.

The entire mountain stronghold trembled beneath her voice, and everyone felt their souls quake.

Wherever her gaze passed, everyone lowered their heads. Not a single person dared meet her eyes.

One quick-witted disciple reacted first and dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

That shout seemed to flip a switch. More and more disciples dropped to their knees.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

The cries of thousands soared into the clouds, shaking the heavens.

Though badly injured, they still strained to shout with all their might, voices hoarse and ragged. They were afraid that if they spoke too slowly or too softly, they would get another beating.

With this she-dragon as Sect Master, nobody could stand in her way.

Several elders stood to one side, gaping in shock, their mouths hanging open as they struggled to find words.

They watched the disciples scrambling to kneel and bow. They watched the golden figure hovering in the sky. At last, they lowered their heads in dejection.

From this day on, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was no more.

Only the Golden Holy Flame Dragon Sect remained.

What a disaster!