Yu Tianheng?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, he ran into it himself."

Dugu Yan smiled and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder. "Come on, my treat tonight. We're celebrating you taking care of that fat grass chicken!"

Ye Feng raised a brow and casually stored his mask in his Soul Tool. "If someone's treating, then I won't hold back."

Shui Bing'er walked beside them, a faint smile appearing in her icy blue eyes. "Perfect. I'm a little hungry too."

The three of them walked out of the Soul Fighting Arena side by side. The night breeze brushed against their faces, carrying Heaven Dou City's distinctive scent of everyday life.

Dugu Yan was eagerly planning which restaurant to visit when she caught sight of someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

The smile on her face instantly froze.

He was a young man of around seventeen or eighteen, tall and upright with handsome features. His short blue hair glimmered faintly beneath the streetlights.

He wore fitted clothes embroidered with the emblem of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His steps were steady, and faint lightning flickered around him.

He was Yu Tianheng, the foremost genius of the younger generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

When Yu Tianheng spotted Dugu Yan from afar, his eyes brightened slightly.

Then, upon seeing Shui Bing'er beside her, his eyes lit up once more.

Who would've thought I'd run into such top-tier beauties on a simple outing?

There was no need to mention Dugu Yan. Her figure was seductive, her looks stunning, and he had long coveted that willow-thin waist of hers.

And this blue-haired girl was no less beautiful than Dugu Yan. Those straight, long legs, paired with that cold yet exquisite face, could stir the urge to conquer in any man!

But when he saw Dugu Yan chatting and laughing with an unfamiliar man, the two of them acting intimately, his gaze turned cold at once.

That brat looks decent enough.

Yu Tianheng narrowed his eyes, sweeping his gaze over Ye Feng's face before pausing briefly on Dugu Yan's hand resting on Ye Feng's shoulder. A cold curve formed at the corner of his lips.

He walked straight toward the three of them and blocked their path.

"Yanyan."

Yu Tianheng spoke with his usual arrogance in his tone. "Out mingling with a man so late at night? That doesn't seem very appropriate, does it?"

Dugu Yan's expression immediately turned cold. She withdrew the hand on Ye Feng's shoulder, her voice colder than an ice cellar. "What does it have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Yu Tianheng sneered and stepped forward, staring directly at Dugu Yan. "You're the woman I, Yu Tianheng, have chosen. You tell me whether it has anything to do with me."

Dugu Yan frowned as though she had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Chosen by you? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Shui Bing'er stood to the side, her brows slightly furrowed, but she did not interrupt.

Ye Feng folded his arms and watched with great interest.

Yu Tianheng ignored Dugu Yan's retort and turned his gaze toward Ye Feng, sizing him up from head to toe.

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

Ye Feng blinked, thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head. "Who are you? Are you famous?"

Yu Tianheng's face darkened. "I am Yu Tianheng of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"Oh!"

Ye Feng drew out the word, looking as though he had suddenly understood. Then he turned to Dugu Yan and asked, "What's the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Are they impressive?"

Suppressing her laughter, Dugu Yan said, "They're alright. Pretty famous. One of the Upper Three Sects. Their martial soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, supposedly the number-one beast martial soul in the world."

"Number one in the world?"

Ye Feng raised a brow and looked at Yu Tianheng again. "Self-proclaimed number one, you mean? Their descendants don't seem all that bright either."

Dugu Yan burst out laughing, while Shui Bing'er pressed her lips together, her shoulders trembling faintly.

Yu Tianheng's face sank. "What the fuck did you say?"

"I said you're not very bright."

Ye Feng spread his hands, his face innocent. "I made myself so clear just now. Couldn't you understand?"

"You!"

Yu Tianheng's Soul Power surged violently. Blue-violet lightning crackled across his body, drawing the attention of passersby.

Dugu Yan immediately stepped in front of Ye Feng and said coldly, "Yu Tianheng, what are you trying to do?"

Seeing Dugu Yan protect Ye Feng like a mother hen, Yu Tianheng's expression grew even gloomier. "Yanyan, move aside. This is between him and me."

"And you, what kind of man hides behind a woman?"

By then, more and more people had gathered to watch, quickly clogging both sides of the street.

"Holy shit, isn't that Yu Tianheng from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"It really is him! A genius from one of the Upper Three Sects. I heard he became a Soul Ancestor at only eighteen!"

"Who's that red-haired kid? He actually dares to challenge Yu Tianheng?"

"Never seen him before, but judging by this, he's probably about to get crushed."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the number-one beast martial soul in the world. That's no joke!"

The crowd's chatter rose and fell. Most of the looks they gave Ye Feng held a mixture of sympathy and schadenfreude.

Listening to the discussion around him, Yu Tianheng's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

He lifted his chin and looked down at Ye Feng.

"Did you hear that? If you know what's good for you, kneel and kowtow three times right now, then get out of Heaven Dou City. I might consider letting you off."

Dugu Yan was about to speak when Ye Feng gently moved her aside and stepped forward.

"Alright, Yanyan. He's called me out by name. If I hide behind you, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

He stepped forward, casually raised his right hand, and a cluster of crimson-gold flames ignited in his palm with a soft puff.

The flame was small, only the size of a fist, yet it was like a miniature sun, instantly lighting the surroundings as brightly as day. A wave of heat rushed outward, forcing the onlookers to take half a step back.

Yu Tianheng's pupils contracted, and he instinctively narrowed his eyes.

He could sense that the temperature of that flame far exceeded the lightning flames of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"Interesting."

Yu Tianheng twisted his lips as blue-violet lightning crackled around him. Two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet.

"Showing off Soul Rings? I can do that too."

Ye Feng chuckled as Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

The first was purple.

The second was purple.

The third was black.

The fourth was black.

For a moment, the entire place fell silent.

The smile on Yu Tianheng's face froze completely. His eyes widened like bells, and his mouth opened and closed, yet not a sound came out.

The crowd erupted as well.

"Holy shit! Am I seeing things? Bl-black?!"

"Two purple and two black? What the fuck kind of setup is that?!"

"A Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring? Who the hell is this guy?"

"Can someone slap me so I can see whether I'm dreaming?"

Yu Tianheng's face turned pale at a visible rate.

He took half a step back. Veins bulged on his arms, and blue-violet lightning leapt wildly across his body, yet he could not gather it into an attacking stance no matter what he did.

His martial soul was trembling.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the number-one beast martial soul in the world, was now instinctively afraid before those four Soul Rings and that cluster of crimson-gold flames.

Ye Feng played with the flame in his palm, his tone casual.

"Yu Tianheng, right? You just said I should kneel, kowtow three times, and then get out of Heaven Dou City?"

Yu Tianheng's Adam's apple bobbed. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.