I Happened to Have the Right to Be Arrogant! Yu Yuanzhen Is Shocked by the Eighth Spirit Ring!

"Arrogant?" Ronan sneered.

"Arrogance requires capital. And as it happens, I have exactly that."

"Looks like you, the sect master of that Rotten Bug Sect, stopped me in the middle of the night specifically to pick a fight and avenge your two worthless sons."

"But there are too many civilians here. It's not a suitable place to fight."

"If I tear apart those old bones of yours and damage the flowers and grass around here, I'll have to pay for it."

Ronan raised a finger and pointed beyond Heaven Dou City.

"If you've got the nerve, come somewhere else and fight me. Thirty miles outside the city, there's a stretch of wilderness. It'll make the perfect place for your grave!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ronan gave Yu Yuanzhen no chance to retort.

"Buzz—!"

Ronan shot directly into the air!

"What?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils abruptly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

"He can fly?!"

Yu Yuanzhen knew very well that in the world of spirit masters, aside from those born with flying-type Martial Souls,

only Titled Douluo could fly through the air by relying on their immense Soul Power.

Ronan's Martial Soul was a mutated Golden Sacred Dragon. As a dragon, it could fly as well.

But Ronan's Golden Sacred Dragon was a detached Martial Soul. He could only summon it and ride it.

"If it isn't a Martial Soul ability, and he isn't a Titled Douluo..."

"Then there's only one possibility! This brat has an incredibly precious Spirit Bone with a flight skill!"

At that thought, the killing intent in Yu Yuanzhen's heart intensified.

"Ronan, you will not escape today! Your secrets and Spirit Bones will all belong to my Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect!"

"Roar—!"

Yu Yuanzhen threw back his head and released a long howl like a dragon's roar. He stomped hard, transforming into a violent bolt of blue lightning that tore through the night sky as he pursued Ronan toward the outskirts of the city.

Thirty miles outside Heaven Dou City.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of blue-gold light descended from the sky and landed steadily at the center of the wilderness. Ronan stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

Only a few breaths passed.

"Boom!"

A thick bolt of blue lightning fell from the sky and struck the ground a hundred meters in front of Ronan.

As the lightning faded, Yu Yuanzhen's burly figure slowly emerged from the crater.

The nine spirit rings around him pulsed wildly, while violent lightning power formed a terrifying field of electricity around his body.

Of course, it was not truly a domain. It merely looked like one.

"Run, then? Why did you stop running?" Yu Yuanzhen stared at Ronan with sinister eyes, as though looking at a dead man.

Ronan slowly raised his head and sneered.

"Run? I was merely picking out a grave with better feng shui for you!"

"You insolent brat, all you know is how to wag your tongue! Die!"

"Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Roar—!"

A dragon's roar that shook heaven and earth resounded through the skies!

Dazzling golden light gathered wildly before Ronan. In the blink of an eye, a giant dragon over thirty meters long, covered in brilliant scales as though cast from gold, appeared above the wilderness out of thin air!

The dragon's form was perfect beyond compare, and its enormous draconic eyes held the pride of one looking down upon the world!

It floated before Ronan like a loyal summoned beast, radiating a terrifying dragon's might that made all beasts submit.

A detached Martial Soul!

The Golden Sacred Dragon!

Yet what truly made Yu Yuanzhen's scalp tingle was not the detached Golden Sacred Dragon Ronan had summoned, but the spirit rings slowly rising beneath Ronan's feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black... red!

Eight spirit rings in total!

Especially the final spirit ring, which was entirely a strange and dazzling blood-red.

Its red glow flowed like tangible blood, radiating a terrifying pressure powerful enough to make heaven and earth change color.

Under the radiance of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, Yu Yuanzhen's proud nine spirit rings instantly dimmed, like fireflies before the bright moon.

"Eight... eight rings?! A level ninety Quasi-Titled Douluo?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his voice turning shrill and hoarse from overwhelming shock.

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring! How is that possible?! How old are you? What level are you even at? How could you possibly possess a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?!"

Yu Yuanzhen was completely stunned.

He had originally believed Ronan was, at most, a Soul Douluo who dared to act so arrogantly only because of the advantage of his mutated Martial Soul.

But even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that Ronan had already reached the realm of a level ninety Quasi-Titled Douluo.

And his eighth ring was even the legendary Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring that Titled Douluo themselves dreamed of obtaining!

At that moment, the arrogance and confidence in Yu Yuanzhen's heart vanished completely, replaced by wariness and fear.

Though his level was five ranks higher than Ronan's, the attribute boosts and terrifying spirit skills brought by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone were enough to erase that five-level gap.

He no longer dared claim that victory over Ronan was certain.

"Old bastard, now you know fear? Too late!"

Ronan gave Yu Yuanzhen no chance to catch his breath. Killing intent flashed in his eyes as he immediately launched a thunderous attack.

"Eighth Spirit Skill, Gravity Domain!"

The dazzling hundred-thousand-year red spirit ring around Ronan suddenly lit up. In an instant, the space within a thousand-meter radius centered on Ronan abruptly sank.

Yu Yuanzhen felt as if an immense mountain had slammed down upon him. His formerly light body instantly became as heavy as Qian Jun.

Even the circulation of Soul Power within his body became incredibly sluggish.

His floating body fell uncontrollably toward the ground.

"Damn it!" Yu Yuanzhen roared, desperately urging the lightning power within him as he tried to resist the terrifying gravitational suppression.

But Ronan's attack had only just begun.

"Eighth Spirit Skill, Dragon Earth-Shaking Claw!"

The second skill bestowed by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring activated with overwhelming force.

The Golden Sacred Dragon before Ronan roared toward the heavens, and an enormous golden dragon claw condensed into shape in the void.

The dragon claw seemed capable of tearing apart the sky itself. Carrying terrifying power that could destroy heaven and earth, it slammed down viciously toward the falling Yu Yuanzhen.

"Ninth Spirit Skill, True Dragon Thunder Blast!"

At the brink of life and death, Yu Yuanzhen could no longer afford to hold anything back. He immediately unleashed his strongest ninth spirit skill.

The ninth black spirit ring around him shone brilliantly as endless blue lightning gathered before him into an enormous sphere of lightning, which blasted toward the golden dragon claw.

"Boom, boom, boom—!"

The golden dragon claw and the blue lightning sphere collided violently in midair.

In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color, and the sun and moon were left without light.

An incomparably terrifying energy storm spread madly in every direction from the point of impact.

The dirt and rocks of the wilderness were instantly ground into powder by the storm, and an entire layer of earth was forcibly scraped away from the ground.