Dragon Transformation Secret Technique

On the VIP platform, everyone wore different expressions.

Yu Yuanzhen's face had darkened to the extreme. Yu Luomian's expression was no better, the veins on the hand resting on the armrest bulging.

Prince Xue Xing's formerly smiling face had frozen, as though someone had slapped him hard across the face.

Xue Qinghe, meanwhile, openly wore a proud smile.

The smiles of Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye, those two old foxes, remained as warm as ever, revealing nothing of their emotions.

The only ones who had remained silent throughout were Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan, grandfather and granddaughter.

Dugu Yan's eyes were wide as she stared intently at the golden figure on the arena.

Yu Tianheng had not yet gone to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, so he and Dugu Yan did not know each other.

As for whether he would go in the future, given the current rift between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, that was doubtful.

On the arena, Zhang Fei had completely seized the initiative.

After several exchanges, Zhang Fei caught an opening in Yu Tianheng's defense. His right palm, wrapped in the power of a golden dragon claw, struck Yu Tianheng's left shoulder.

"Pfft!"

The sharp dragon claw tore through Yu Tianheng's shoulder garment, carving several deep bloody gashes into his flesh. Dark red blood immediately gushed out and ran down his arm.

Yu Tianheng was sent flying more than five meters by that palm strike. He slid across the black iron rock platform for some distance before barely coming to a stop, his left shoulder a bloody mess and his face deathly pale from the pain.

Zhang Fei pressed his advantage without mercy, beating the dog while it was down. He gave Yu Tianheng no chance to catch his breath, closing in again as his golden dragon claw rose.

Yu Tianheng hastily rolled over and raised a block, but with one arm injured, his movements were noticeably half a beat slower.

Zhang Fei tore through his defense with one claw, then immediately struck him between the chest and abdomen with his palm.

"Bang!"

Yu Tianheng's body flew out once more. This time, he went straight over the edge of the arena and plummeted toward the ground below.

At that very instant, a figure swept down from the VIP platform, moving so quickly that only an afterimage remained.

Yu Yuanzhen appeared beneath the arena and caught the unconscious Yu Tianheng just before he hit the ground, carrying him horizontally in his arms.

This level ninety-five Titled Douluo's expression was terrifyingly grim.

He lowered his head to glance at the severely injured, unconscious Yu Tianheng in his arms, then raised his gaze toward Zhang Fei on the arena. An icy chill radiated from his eyes, as though he wanted to carve Zhang Fei into ten thousand pieces.

The atmosphere in the Great Soul Arena instantly froze.

For a moment, the eighty thousand spectators had no idea what Yu Yuanzhen intended to do, and the entire venue fell abruptly silent.

Standing on the arena, Zhang Fei felt every hair on his back stand on end beneath Yu Yuanzhen's stare.

The killing intent of a Titled Douluo nearly made it impossible for him to breathe.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Fei turned and ran toward Xue Qinghe. In just two or three strides, he leaped onto the VIP platform and hid behind her.

Xue Qinghe had already risen to her feet.

Shielding Zhang Fei behind her, she met Yu Yuanzhen's gaze and challenged him without yielding. "What does Clan Master Yu mean by this? Are you planning to go back on your word and bully a junior in front of eighty thousand spectators?"

The entire venue held its breath.

Eighty thousand pairs of eyes, eager for a spectacle, all turned toward Yu Yuanzhen.

The person in charge of the Great Soul Arena anxiously rubbed his hands beneath the platform, sweat covering his forehead, yet he did not dare step forward. That was a Titled Douluo. A flick of the man's finger could crush him to death.

Yu Yuanzhen fell silent.

He might not care about a crown prince's questioning, but if he went back on his word in public, then the thousand-year reputation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would truly become a joke.

What was more, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo stood behind Xue Qinghe, while Poison Douluo was beside them.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his killing intent. He took out a parchment scroll that gleamed with an ancient light and coldly threw it onto the platform.

Then, carrying the unconscious Yu Tianheng, he strode out of the Great Soul Arena.

Yu Luomian rose as well and followed behind without a word, his figure quickly vanishing into the passageway.

Seeing that Yu Yuanzhen and the others had truly left, Zhang Fei, who had been hiding behind Xue Qinghe, let out a long breath.

He ran back to the center of the arena, bent down to pick up the parchment scroll, and stored it in his storage ring.

Only then did the host dare step forward and loudly announce the result. "The winner of this soul battle is Dragon Travels the World!"

Deafening waves of sound erupted throughout the Great Soul Arena as the cheers and discussions of eighty thousand people intertwined.

After the match, Zhang Fei went to the front desk to collect the arena's share.

To build excitement around this highly anticipated battle, the Great Soul Arena had offered ten percent of the ticket revenue as the winner's prize, a full one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.

Zhang Fei tucked the gleaming Gold Soul Coin card into his robes and followed Xue Qinghe out of the Great Soul Arena through the VIP passage.

By the time they returned to the Crown Prince's Residence, the sun was already leaning westward.

After greeting Xue Qinghe, Zhang Fei plunged straight into his room.

He took the parchment scroll from his storage ring and slowly spread it open on the desk.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Dragon Transformation Secret Technique.

Zhang Fei focused and read carefully, growing more shocked the further he read.

At its core, this secret technique was a form of deep development for one's martial soul. It allowed a soul master to partially or fully transform into a "dragon" in battle, gaining strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

This was the foundation that allowed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to rank among the Upper Three Clans, and the true confidence behind their claim to possess the number one beast martial soul in the world.

The threshold for cultivating this secret technique was extremely high. One's physical strength had to reach the Soul Elder level, and one's martial soul bloodline could not be below the true dragon level.

Thereafter, each time one obtained a soul ring, one's physical strength would rise by a level, allowing one additional body part to undergo "dragon transformation."

This process would continue until level seventy, at which point the soul master could achieve "complete dragon transformation."

After reaching the Titled Douluo level, one might even develop dragon wings and truly soar through the skies.

The enhancement brought by dragon transformation was all-encompassing. The more body parts transformed, the greater the boost, reaching a maximum of one hundred percent. There was no strict time limit either; it merely required a great deal of stamina or Soul Power to maintain.

This was equivalent to having an additional enhancement soul skill of up to one hundred percent beyond that of other soul masters, and its power could stack with any soul skill!

No wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had remained unshakable on the continent.

Zhang Fei closed the scroll. Though his heart surged with excitement, he did not rush to begin cultivating.

He suddenly realized an even more crucial issue: this secret technique required a martial soul bloodline of at least the true dragon level. On the current continent, only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and his own Golden Dragon met that requirement.

That meant the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had monopolized this power. And he had become the only person capable of breaking that monopoly.

At this thought, Zhang Fei could not help feeling a chill run down his spine.

Yu Yuanzhen's killing gaze lingered stubbornly in his mind.

He had taken their secret art, one they never shared with outsiders. How could that old dragon possibly swallow such humiliation?

"From now on, I need to be careful..." Zhang Fei muttered, solemnly returning the scroll to his storage ring.

Over the next five days, Zhang Fei rarely stepped outside the Crown Prince's Residence.

Other than his fixed morning training, he spent all his remaining time shut in his room, either meditating and cultivating or repeatedly studying the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique scroll, firmly memorizing every single word within it.