Zi Yan, Did You Use Yu Yuanzhen's Dragon Bone to Pave the Floor Tiles?

He did not reveal his true form, merely maintaining his human shape, yet that terrifying dragon might caused Yu Yuanzhen's Avatar of the Martial Soul to shatter on the spot!

"Pfft!"

Forced out of his Avatar state, Yu Yuanzhen vomited a spray of blood, his entire body collapsing in the void like a dead dog, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the man in black armor.

"Who... who are you?"

"I am the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! I possess the True Dragon bloodline..."

Yu Yuanzhen stammered, attempting to use his bloodline to bargain for a sliver of survival.

"True Dragon bloodline?"

Heiqing, standing to the side, acted as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

He took a single step, appearing before Yu Yuanzhen, and grabbed him by the throat as if he were a mere chick:

"With a trash bloodline so thin it doesn't even compare to a sub-dragon beast, you dare call yourself a True Dragon?"

"Just because you grew a few scales and a horn, you think you're a dragon?"

"I think you're just a mutated big-footed lizard."

As he spoke, Heiqing sniffed the scent on Yu Yuanzhen with visible disgust, his brows furrowing tightly:

"And this lightning-attribute energy is far too impure; it's practically an insult to the power of thunder."

"I was going to eat you, but I feel like you'd just give me a stomachache."

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

At the True Dragon Mountain of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

All the elders and disciples stood as if petrified, staring blankly at the light screen.

The god in their hearts, their invincible patriarch, the man hailed as possessing the world's number one beast martial soul...

Was currently being held like a piece of trash.

What broke them most were the words of that black-armored man.

"Bastard lizard."

"Not even as good as a sub-dragon beast."

"Mutated big-footed lizard."

Every word was like a red-hot dagger, stabbing fiercely into the hearts of everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, then twisting violently!

"No, this isn't real!!"

Finally, an elder could no longer hold back, collapsing to his knees and sobbing uncontrollably:

"We are dragons! We are the noble Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons!!"

"Why is it that in that world, we aren't even worth as much as a sub-dragon?!"

"Our faith, our pride—it's all destroyed!!"

On the other side, at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Dugu Bo watched this scene, the last remnants of his pride as a Titled Douluo vanishing into thin air.

He looked at Heiqing, his voice trembling:

"That black-armored man shattered the old dragon's Avatar of the Martial Soul with just a sliver of pressure released in his human form."

"This is definitely no ordinary powerhouse..."

"That is likely a true dragon from that world, a creature standing at the very pinnacle of that realm!"

"In front of a True Dragon, what we call dragon martial souls on the Douluo Continent are indeed nothing but a joke."

Behind the sky screen, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

Heiqing held Yu Yuanzhen, looking somewhat impatient as he prepared to crush him to death.

But just then, a youthful yet majestic voice drifted out from within the island:

"Uncle Heiqing, wait."

Heiqing paused, a simple, honest smile instantly appearing on his face as he looked respectfully into the depths of the void:

"Young Clan Leader? Why have you come out of seclusion?"

Soon, a little girl with porcelain-like features, purple hair, and purple eyes came skipping out across the void.

She glanced at Yu Yuanzhen, who was being held by Heiqing, a flicker of curiosity appearing in her jewel-like purple eyes:

"Eh? This old man smells very strange."

"Although his bloodline is trash, that bone thing inside him is something I've never seen before."

With that, Zi Yan extended her small hand and made a grabbing motion in the air toward Yu Yuanzhen's arm.

Crack!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!"

Yu Yuanzhen let out a shrill, miserable scream on the spot. His right arm instantly exploded, and a blue-purple dragon-transformed arm bone was forcibly ripped out, flying into Zi Yan's hand.

"Is this an energy crystal that grows inside bones?"

Zi Yan toyed with the spirit bone while pouting.

"Hmm... the energy is just too low-grade, though the hardness is passable."

"Perfect, my palace is missing a few bricks for the floor; this bone will barely suffice."

"Uncle Heiqing, tear out his other bones too, let's make a full set."

"You got it, Young Clan Leader!"

Hearing this, Heiqing grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, white teeth.

"No... don't!"

"Kill me! Just kill me!!"

Yu Yuanzhen wailed in despair.

As the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had spent his entire life striving to collect all six spirit bones to achieve the body of a true dragon.

Yet now, in this terrifying world, the spirit bones he regarded as his life were being taken away to pave a floor!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of shattering bones and Yu Yuanzhen's screams, one spirit bone after another was ruthlessly stripped away.

The people of Douluo Continent watched this scene, feeling a chill run through their entire bodies, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

It was too brutal!

It was too humiliating!

A dignified Titled Douluo, the master of the Upper Three Sects, was not only called a lizard but also had his bones dismantled to pave a floor?

This wasn't just high-dimensional suppression.

This was clearly taking the dignity of Douluo Continent, placing it underfoot, and grinding it repeatedly until it was reduced to dust!

Soon, that once arrogant clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the level 95 Titled Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, lay limp in the void like a dead dog with its tendons pulled out.

He was drenched in blood, his once-strong body twisted and grotesque from the loss of his spirit bone support, his limbs bent at bone-chilling, unnatural angles.

"Aaaah, my spirit bones!"

"Those were the dragon spirit bones I spent my whole life accumulating!!"

Yu Yuanzhen had gone mad. He watched helplessly as the little purple-haired girl picked through his pride-and-joy spirit bones as if she were sorting through rotten cabbage at a market, weighing them with disdain.

"Tsk, only this one has a bit of hardness."

Zi Yan wrinkled her delicate nose, tossed the blue-purple lightning-emitting right arm bone to Heiqing, and pointed to a gap in front of the magnificent palace in the distance.

"Uncle Heiqing, use this one to patch the steps over there. Even if the color is a bit tacky, don't let it go to waste."

"You got it!"

Heiqing gave an honest smile and waved his large hand.

Bang!

Just like that, the 60,000-year spirit bone, which would have triggered a scramble among Titled Douluo powerhouses on Douluo Continent, was slammed into the dirt like a broken brick, becoming a floor tile on East Dragon Island for people to trample on!

"Pav... paving the floor?"

Seeing this, Yu Yuanzhen's consciousness, already blurred by excruciating pain, completely collapsed.

His pride-and-joy true dragon bloodline had been called a lizard.

His life-cherished ancestral spirit bones were being used to pave a floor.

"Pfft!!!"

Overcome by rage and despair, Yu Yuanzhen spat a half-meter-high pillar of blood into the air, his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a dead faint in the cold void.

Though he wasn't dead, for a Titled Douluo who valued honor above all else, this kind of survival was ten thousand times more cruel than being sliced to death!

Meanwhile, on Douluo Continent.

As Yu Yuanzhen lost consciousness, the image on the sky screen slowly froze on the floor tile that was still flickering with faint lightning.

Immediately after, the entire Douluo Continent fell into unprecedented turmoil.

Star Dou Forest, core circle, Lake of Life.

The lake, once rippling with clear water, had been filled with a rich aura of life.

But at this moment, the entire surface of the lake was churning wildly, as if it were boiling.

"ROAR!!"

In the next second, a dragon's roar erupted violently from the bottom of the lake.

A massive black dragon, over a hundred meters in length, shot into the sky. It was none other than Di Tian, the leader of the ten great fierce beasts of the current Douluo Continent and a Beast God with over eight hundred thousand years of cultivation!

Yet, this Beast God, who usually possessed an overwhelming and peerless aura, showed no sign of a powerhouse's demeanor at this moment.

He had only circled in the air for half a turn when he seemed to sense an absolute suppression originating from the depths of his soul. His massive dragon body trembled violently, and finally, he fell uncontrollably from the sky, crashing heavily onto the grass by the lakeside with a thunderous boom.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he pressed all four limbs against the ground, his massive dragon head buried firmly into the earth, performing a standard kowtow toward the sky!

"Is that... the true aura of the Ancestral Dragon..."

Di Tian's voice trembled. The arrogance that had once filled his golden dragon eyes had vanished, replaced by a shuddering instinct rooted in his very bloodline:

"It is too terrifying. Even separated by a plane, even just catching a glimpse through the light screen..."

"The pressure radiating from a single scale on that black dragon claw reaching out from the void is enough to make my soul suffocate!"

"In front of that great being, the dragon bloodline within me, this so-called Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, is as thin as a single drop of blood in a bowl of water!"

Beside Di Tian, the previously calm lake water suddenly parted.

A woman wearing a long silver dress, with purple eyes and silver hair, her beauty so exquisite it could dim the heavens, walked out slowly.

She was the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena!

She was the supreme existence who had inherited half of the Dragon God's power and controlled the laws of elements!

But at this moment, the cold and indifferent expression usually found on the beautiful face of this Master of Soul Beasts had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of gravity and self-doubt.

"That purple-haired girl..."

Gu Yuena's purple eyes stared fixedly at the frozen image. Her slender hands gripped her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white:

"Although she has taken human form, I can clearly perceive the power surging within her. It is a high-dimensional dragon might, purer and more ancient than even the Dragon God!"

"Wait... he is actually using sixty-thousand-year soul bones as floor tiles?!"

Gu Yuena took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, her voice tinged with an unconcealable bitterness:

"In our Douluo Continent, soul bones are the condensation of a soul beast's essence, the trophies humans flaunt after hunting us."

"Yet in that world, in the eyes of those true dragons, such things are merely waste used for paving?"

"What does this mean? It means the energy level of that world is so high it is beyond our imagination!"

"Perhaps in the eyes of that purple-haired girl, even the soul bones left behind by fierce beasts like us, with hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, are nothing more than slightly shiny pebbles."

She had laid dormant for hundreds of thousands of years, hoping that one day she could lead the soul beast race to counterattack the God Realm and restore the glory of the dragon race.

But now, having seen the Void Ancient Dragon clan of that world, she suddenly felt like a local tycoon who had ruled over a village, only to suddenly encounter true royal nobility.

"Di Tian."

Gu Yuena's voice was somewhat ethereal:

"Tell me, if we went to that world... would we also be captured by those powerhouses like Yu Yuanzhen, our bones dismantled to pave the floor?"

Di Tian, kneeling on the ground, shuddered. He buried his massive dragon head even lower, his voice carrying a hint of a sob:

"My Lady, this subordinate does not know."

"But I have an intuition that if I were to manifest the Dragon God Claw in front of that black-armored giant, I would likely be crushed to death instantly."

The Far North, Ice and Snow Temple.

Cold winds howled, and snow drifted through the air.

This was a forbidden zone for humans, the domain of ice and snow.

Inside a palace carved from ten-thousand-year black ice, two beautiful figures stood frozen before the throne.

One of them was tall, with snow-white hair cascading down to her ankles, her temperament cold and noble, like a goddess of ice and snow descended to earth.

She was the leader of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North, the Snow Empress, possessing seven hundred thousand years of cultivation!

Beside her was a petite girl in a vibrant green dress, sporting a pair of lively twin tails.

She was the second of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North, the Ice Empress, with four hundred thousand years of cultivation!

"Sister..."

The Ice Empress's voice trembled. Her green eyes, usually filled with pride and a fiery temper, were now brimming with fear:

"Did you see? That place called the Void Lightning Pool..."

"The space there is shattered, filled everywhere with black rifts capable of tearing apart soul beasts with hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation!"

"Yet that clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and those so-called Void Ancient Dragons, actually survive in such an environment?!"

Ice Empress could not comprehend it.

In the Far North, although the environment was harsh, the space at least remained stable.

Yet that world—even the environment for survival was so terrifying!

Snow Empress's exquisite face was deathly pale at this moment.

She slowly raised her hand to catch a falling snowflake, her eyes unfocused as she murmured, "Bing'er, that is not the most terrifying part."

"The most terrifying thing is that man in black armor."

Snow Empress's voice was cold and clear, yet it carried a chill that seeped into the marrow: "When he crushed Yu Yuanzhen's Avatar of the Martial Soul, he didn't use any skills, nor did he draw upon the power of heaven and earth."

"He simply squeezed his hand with pure force."

"That was the Avatar of a level 95 Titled Douluo, the defense of what is claimed to be the continent's number one beast martial soul!"

"It was crushed by him as easily as if it were a soap bubble!"

"If we were to go there..."

Snow Empress glanced at her own body, the Ice Sky Snow Maiden form she took such pride in, and offered a bitter smile: "I fear we wouldn't even need that man in black armor to act; a single ripple from that Void Lightning Pool would be enough to shatter us into dust."

"With our hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, in that high-dimensional world, we likely wouldn't even qualify to be pets."

"That world is too dangerous."

Upon hearing this, Ice Empress was so frightened that she hugged Snow Empress's thigh, crying out, "Big Sister, I don't want to go to that world! I don't want to be caught and used as floor tiles! Wuwuwu..."

Amidst the wind and snow, the two super-beasts who had reigned supreme in the Far North for hundreds of thousands of years now huddled together like two frightened little quails, shivering uncontrollably.

Clear Sky Sect, Clear Sky Peak.

This precipitous mountain, situated atop the peaks and shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, connected to the outside world only by a few thick iron chains, was currently plunged into a deathly silence.

Inside the main hall of the Clear Sky Sect, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Sect Master Tang Xiao, the level 96 Howling Sky Douluo, stood in the center of the hall, staring fixedly at the light screen. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and the sound of blood dripping onto the cold stone floor echoed with a rhythmic tap-tap.