Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? Just a Blue Bug with a Little Electricity

"The Gold Soul Coins inside are enough to treat your injuries and compensate that stall owner for his losses. Take the money and get out of here."

Ronan's voice was calm, as though he had merely done something insignificant.

The passerby had still been wailing in pain, but when he instinctively opened the money pouch and looked inside, he found it filled with glittering Gold Soul Coins—at least a hundred of them!

He immediately forgot the pain. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed the pouch and bowed deeply to Ronan in profuse thanks.

Then he dragged away the equally dumbfounded stall owner, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Just as Ronan was about to turn around and return to Moonlight Pavilion, a furious roar suddenly exploded from the crowd.

"How dare you! You attacked someone in broad daylight and injured a member of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect! You're courting death!"

Along with that roar, an incomparably powerful wave of Soul Power, brimming with the destructive aura of lightning, surged into the sky like an erupting volcano.

The surrounding spectators screamed and backed away under that terrifying pressure, clearing out a large open space.

A burly middle-aged man in a dark blue fitted outfit strode out from the crowd.

He looked to be in his fifties. His features were rugged, and there was some resemblance between his brows and Yu Xiaogang's, though he carried far more dominance and authority.

At that moment, he glared furiously at Ronan, blue arcs of electricity flickering across his body.

This man was Yu Xiaogang's elder brother, Yu Xiaolie!

Yu Xiaolie had merely been passing through Heaven Dou City today and had decided to visit his disappointing younger brother.

Although Yu Xiaogang had been expelled from the sect and become the disgrace of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect,

as his biological elder brother, Yu Xiaolie still retained some brotherly affection for him.

From afar, he had just seen Yu Xiaogang seemingly arguing with someone outside Moonlight Pavilion and had been about to come over to see what was happening.

Yet in the next instant, his own younger brother had been swatted away like a fly, sent flying dozens of meters, his life or death unknown!

How could Yu Xiaolie tolerate that?

Even when beating a dog, one had to consider its owner. What was more, the one being beaten was Yu Xiaolie's own younger brother—the biological son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's sect master!

This was not merely a slap to Yu Xiaogang's face. It was trampling the dignity of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect beneath his feet!

"You're Ronan?"

Yu Xiaolie strode up before Ronan and looked down at him, undisguised killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"What vicious methods!"

"Even if my brother offended you, you should not have been so ruthless!"

"If you don't give my Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect an explanation today, don't even think about leaving here alive!"

Faced with Yu Xiaolie's aggressive pressure, Ronan merely raised an eyebrow, his gaze still cold as ice.

Naturally, he recognized the man before him.

Back when he had been in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, Yu Xiaolie had often relied on his status as the sect master's eldest son to lord it over collateral descendants and disciples with mutated martial souls like them.

"An explanation?"

"Yu Xiaogang came to my territory barking like a mad dog. The fact that I didn't kill him outright was already me showing mercy."

"What? You, Yu Xiaolie, have a problem with that?"

"You!" Yu Xiaolie choked with fury.

"If you have a problem, then swallow it! If you don't accept it, endure it!"

Ronan cut him off without the slightest courtesy, his tone arrogant to the extreme, completely refusing to take him seriously.

That was when Yu Xiaolie finally exploded.

"You insolent brat!"

"You think that just because your martial soul mutation succeeded, you're invincible?"

"Today, I'll cleanse the sect of you and show you what it means that there are always greater heights and higher skies!"

Boom—!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

A full eight Soul Rings with the optimal configuration rose one after another from beneath Yu Xiaolie's feet, orbiting his body.

The terrifying pressure of a Soul Douluo swept in all directions as if it were tangible, crushing the surrounding air until it let out explosive bursts.

An eighty-third-level assault-type battle Soul Douluo!

Yu Xiaolie was absolutely confident.

As far as he knew, although Ronan had once been exceptionally gifted, he had vanished for so many years. At most, he was now a Soul Saint in his seventies.

Yu Xiaolie was an eighty-third-level Soul Douluo, and he possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the world's strongest assault-type beast martial soul.

Wouldn't dealing with a mere Soul Saint be effortless for him?

"Third Soul Skill, Thunder Fury! Fourth Soul Skill, Thunderbolt!"

Yu Xiaolie held nothing back. Right from the start, he unleashed two powerful enhancement and attack Soul Skills.

His right arm instantly transformed into that of a dragon, covered in blue dragon scales as countless thick bolts of blue lightning gathered in his palm.

They then formed a massive net of lightning, descending toward Ronan with the force to destroy everything!

"Die!"

Yet Ronan did not even bother to dodge that terrifying, certain-kill strike. He did not even fully release his martial soul.

He merely slowly raised his right hand, an incomparably dazzling golden radiance gathering in his palm.

"That's it? And you dare show off in front of me?"

Ronan sneered, curled his palm into a claw, and casually struck toward the sky-filling lightning net.

Rip—!

A scalp-numbing tearing sound rang out.

Under Yu Xiaolie's disbelieving gaze, his Thunderbolt, which he had been so proud of and which could seriously injure Soul Douluo of the same level,

turned as fragile as paper the moment it came into contact with Ronan's golden right hand, instantly shredded into countless scattered sparks of lightning!

"H-How is this possible?!"

Yu Xiaolie's expression changed drastically as an intense sense of foreboding rose within him.

But before he could react, Ronan vanished from the spot like Ghost.

In the next instant, Ronan appeared before Yu Xiaolie.

Slap!

A large hand like an iron pincer clamped tightly around Yu Xiaolie's throat, forcibly lifting his burly body into the air!

Yu Xiaolie struggled desperately, trying to mobilize the Soul Power within him to resist.

But to his horror, under the suppression of Ronan's hand, the Soul Power inside his body was like stagnant water, utterly unable to move.

Suppression!

Absolute suppression!

"So what if you're from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect? Is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul supposed to be strong?"

"In my eyes, that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon you're so proud of is nothing more than a blue bug with a little electricity!"

"A pile of foul-smelling dog shit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan's free left hand suddenly swung up.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Four heavy slaps landed mercilessly across Yu Xiaolie's face in rapid succession.

Every slap was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and teeth falling out.

Yu Xiaolie's once dignified face was instantly split and bruised, swelling into a purplish-red pig's head as blood mixed with shattered teeth continuously poured from his mouth.