"Four Sons of the Royal Banner!!! How could this be!" Seeing the Four Sons of the Royal Banner and the Soul Masters he had brought all fallen to Dugu Bo's poison, Thousand-Jun Douluo was overcome with grief.
They had arrived brimming with confidence.
After all, six Title Douluos against one Thunder Douluo—wasn't that a guaranteed victory?
Yet what had happened now filled him with despair.
When had that old poisoner become so terrifying?!
Wasn't he supposed to be the weakest Title Douluo?! He had instantly killed the Four Sons of the Royal Banner! Even Thousand-Jun himself could not have done that!
"Hey! You still have the mood to worry about others? You really don't take this old man seriously!"
Facing Thousand-Jun Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen no longer held anything back. His earthshaking roar rang across the land: "Eighth Soul Skill: Soaring Dragon Heavenly Thunder Explosion!"
BOOM!!!
The sky suddenly darkened as rolling thunderclouds frantically gathered above Yu Yuanzhen's head in an instant. Dense blue-black clouds blotted out the sky, while dull peals of thunder continuously exploded deep within them, making hearts tremble.
Endless lightning power churned and surged within the thunderclouds, compressing and condensing. Terrifying electrical pressure blanketed heaven and earth, filling even the air with violent, numbing currents.
The next second, lightning filled the sky and crashed down!
Thick, savage pillars of lightning tore through the clouds. As they fell, they rapidly took shape, transforming into thousands upon thousands of small, nimble yet immensely powerful blue-black thunder dragons.
Electric light glinted in the thunder dragons' eyes, their claws were razor-sharp, and crackling currents coiled around their bodies. Packed densely enough to cover the heavens, they bore down upon Thousand-Jun Douluo.
Every thunder dragon carried an extreme paralysis effect. Once struck, one's Soul Power would stagnate and their body would stiffen.