Overwhelming Victory

Xue Wu reacted the fastest. Her hands formed seals as a pale blue glow spread beneath her feet. "Third Soul Skill—Frost Domain!"

A thin layer of frost spread outward from her.

But before the frost had extended three meters, she heard a soft laugh behind her.

"Not bad, but too slow."

Xue Wu abruptly turned around and saw a crimson-gold blur already less than a meter behind her.

She instinctively tried to unleash a Soul Skill, but Ye Feng had already extended a finger and lightly flicked her forehead.

"Smack."

With a soft sound, Xue Wu felt her mind go blank. Her entire body froze in place, and the circulation of her Soul Power was directly interrupted.

"Second."

Before Ye Feng had even finished speaking, his figure vanished again.

Shui Yue'er and Yu Hairou stood back-to-back, their wary gazes sweeping across their surroundings.

"My sister was right. This guy really is a monster..." Shui Yue'er muttered softly.

Yu Hairou gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as icy blue light gathered around them. "I refuse to believe he can really beat the three of us with one hand!"

As soon as she spoke, Ye Feng's voice came from above them. "Don't believe it? Then watch carefully."

Shui Yue'er and Yu Hairou looked up at the same time and saw Ye Feng floating in midair at some unknown point. His right hand was clenched into a fist, crimson-gold flames gathering over it in a thin layer of light.

Then, he dove down.

"Boom!"

His fist struck the ground, and crimson-gold flames exploded outward, becoming a wave of fire that swept in all directions.

Shui Yue'er and Yu Hairou were sent flying by the fire wave. They flipped several times in midair before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Yu Hairou struggled to get up. Just as she was about to activate a Soul Skill, she saw Ye Feng already standing before her, his index finger pressed against her forehead.

"Don't move. You've already lost."

Yu Hairou opened her mouth, then lowered her head to look at her empty hands. She could only helplessly accept reality.

"Of course."

Ye Feng withdrew his finger and turned toward Shui Yue'er, who was still lying on the ground. "What about you? Still want to fight?"

Shui Yue'er lay sprawled on the ground, raising both hands as she said weakly, "No more, no more! I surrender! Senior, you're way too overpowered!"

"Can't you go a little easier on us?"

"Go easy on you?" Ye Feng raised a brow. "If I go easy on you, how will you improve?"

"But this is too discouraging..."

Shui Yue'er pouted. "Three of us against one of you, and we didn't even touch a hair on your head. This is so humiliating."

"Then what do you want?" Ye Feng tilted his head.

Shui Yue'er's eyes rolled, and she suddenly grinned. "How about this? You treat us to a meal, and we'll forgive you!"

Ye Feng: "???"

"What kind of logic is that?"

Ye Feng looked utterly baffled. "You couldn't beat me, and you still want me to treat you to dinner?"

"Of course!"

Shui Yue'er put her hands on her hips, completely justified. "You bullied us, so naturally you have to treat us to make amends!"

Yu Hairou nodded along. "That's right! Treat us!"

Xue Wu pursed her lips in a smile. She said nothing, but there was a hint of expectation in her eyes as well.

Looking at the three pairs of expectant eyes, Ye Feng sighed helplessly. "Fine, fine. I'll treat you. You pick the place."

Meanwhile, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The night was dark, but the clan's council hall was brightly lit.

Yu Tianheng staggered into the hall, his face bruised and swollen. A scorched black fist mark was stamped on his chest, his robes were torn to shreds, and he carried the smell of burnt fabric.

The moment he crossed the threshold, he saw a burly middle-aged man seated in the center of the hall.

It was Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen's face was ashen. He held a cup of tea in his hand but had not taken a sip for a long time, his cold gaze fixed on the doorway.

The instant Yu Tianheng looked up and met his grandfather's icy eyes, his steps halted, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

"Come in."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was not loud, yet it carried an irresistible authority.

Yu Tianheng swallowed hard and walked in despite himself. He stopped in the center of the hall, lowered his head, and did not dare make a sound.

Yu Yuanzhen set down his teacup, swept his gaze over his grandson, then looked at the scorched black fist mark on his chest. He remained silent for two seconds.

"Who did this?"

"K-Karma Fire Phoenix..."

"Karma Fire Phoenix?" Yu Yuanzhen frowned. "Where did he come from?"

Yu Tianheng recounted what had happened, his voice growing softer and softer. By the end, his head was nearly buried in his chest.

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent for a long time after hearing him out.

The hall was frighteningly quiet, with only the crackling of candle flames breaking the silence.

Suddenly, Yu Yuanzhen slammed his palm against the table.

"Bang!"

The entire rosewood table shattered, and the teacup and teapot crashed to the floor.

"Trash!"

Yu Yuanzhen rose to his feet. Blue-violet lightning crackled around him, and the entire hall trembled.

"You, a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, were knocked down by one punch from some wild brat who appeared out of nowhere! And you still have the nerve to come back?!"

Yu Tianheng trembled all over in fright. He clenched his teeth and did not dare argue.

"You didn't even force him to release a Soul Ring? Just one punch?"

Yu Yuanzhen walked up to him and looked down at the scorched black fist mark on his chest. "You couldn't even take one punch from him? Have all these years of cultivation gone to the dogs?"

"I-I used a Soul Skill..."

"You used one and still got knocked down by a single punch? Then you're even more useless!"

Yu Yuanzhen laughed in fury. "You've thrown away every last shred of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's dignity!"

Yu Tianheng lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he did not dare say a word.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, suppressing his anger before asking coldly, "What is Karma Fire Phoenix's background?"

"I-I don't know..."

"You don't know?"

Yu Yuanzhen narrowed his eyes. "He beat you up, and you don't even know where he came from?"

"I-I sent people to investigate..."

"By the time your information comes back, it'll be too late!"

Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly, turned, and walked to a row of bookshelves on the left side of the hall. He pulled out a letter and tossed it before Yu Tianheng.

"Take a look at this."

Yu Tianheng caught the letter. When he opened it, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The letter detailed Karma Fire Phoenix's fifty consecutive victories at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, his configuration of two purple and two black Soul Rings, and speculation that he was connected to the Poison Douluo.

The signature at the bottom was from the Intelligence Bureau of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

"The Imperial Family has already set its sights on him."

Yu Yuanzhen stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from Yu Tianheng as he spoke in a low voice. "It doesn't matter that you were beaten, but because of this incident, all of Heaven Dou City now knows that a descendant of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is inferior to some wild brat who appeared from nowhere."

"Where do you expect the clan to put its face now?"

Yu Tianheng opened his mouth, only to realize he could not say anything at all.

Yu Yuanzhen turned around, looking coldly at him. "From today onward, get yourself to the Discipline Hall and face the wall for three months. Without my order, you are not to take a single step outside the clan!"

"If, after three months, you still can't defeat that Karma Fire Phoenix, then don't bother coming back!"

Yu Tianheng shuddered all over. Lowering his head, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes... Grandfather."