Dragon Transformation Secret Technique

On the viewing platform, everyone wore different expressions.

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

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

Xue Qinghe, meanwhile, openly raised a proud smile.

The smiles of Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye, those two old foxes, remained as warm as ever, revealing none of their emotions.

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

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

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

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 golden dragon claws, slammed into Yu Tianheng's left shoulder.

"Pfft!"

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

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

Zhang Fei pressed his advantage without mercy, beating a drowning dog. He gave Yu Tianheng no chance to catch his breath as he closed in again, raising his golden dragon claws.

Yu Tianheng hastily rolled over and raised his guard, but with one arm injured, his movements were clearly half a beat too slow.

Zhang Fei's claw ripped through his defense, followed immediately by a palm strike between his chest and abdomen.

"Bang!"

Yu Tianheng's body flew out again. This time, he sailed straight over the edge of the arena and fell toward the ground below.

At that very instant, a figure swept down from the viewing 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, cradling him horizontally in his arms.

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

He lowered his head to look at the severely injured and unconscious Yu Tianheng in his arms, then lifted his gaze toward Zhang Fei on the arena. An icy chill radiated from his eyes, and he wished he could cut Zhang Fei into a thousand pieces.

The atmosphere in the Great Soul Arena instantly froze.

Eighty thousand spectators had no idea what Yu Yuanzhen intended to do, and the entire venue suddenly fell silent.

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

That killing intent from a Titled Douluo nearly suffocated him.

Without hesitation, Zhang Fei turned and ran toward Xue Qinghe. In two or three steps, he sprang onto the viewing platform and hid behind her.

Xue Qinghe had already risen to her feet.

She shielded Zhang Fei behind her and met Yu Yuanzhen's gaze without backing down. "What is the meaning of this, Clan Leader Yu? 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 more drama, turned in unison toward Yu Yuanzhen.

The person in charge of the Great Soul Arena anxiously rubbed his hands beneath the platform, drenched in sweat but too afraid to step forward. That was a Titled Douluo—one flick of his finger could crush him.

Yu Yuanzhen fell silent.

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

Moreover, Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo stood behind Xue Qinghe, while the Poison Douluo was beside her.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his killing intent. He took out a parchment scroll that glowed with an ancient luster 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 without saying a word, his figure quickly disappearing 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 hurried 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!"

A deafening wave of sound erupted from the Great Soul Arena, as the cheers and discussions of eighty thousand people intertwined.

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

To build hype for this headline match, 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 clothes 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 had already begun to set.

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

He took the parchment scroll from his storage ring and slowly spread it out across 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 method for deeply developing one's Martial Soul. It allowed a Soul Master to partially or completely transform into a "dragon" in battle, gaining power far beyond that of ordinary people.

This was the foundation that allowed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to rank among the Upper Three Sects, as well as the true source of their confidence in calling themselves 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 grade.

Afterward, every Soul Ring acquired would raise the body's strength by one level, allowing one additional body part to undergo Dragon Transformation.

This process would continue until level seventy, when the Soul Master could achieve complete Dragon Transformation.

Upon reaching the Titled Douluo level, one could even have a chance to develop dragon wings and truly soar through the skies.

The enhancement brought by Dragon Transformation was comprehensive. The more parts of the body transformed, the greater the boost, reaching a maximum of one hundred percent. There was no strict time limit either; it merely required the expenditure of great amounts of physical strength or Soul Power to maintain.

This was equivalent to having an additional enhancement soul skill that could boost one's strength by up to one hundred percent, and its effects could stack with the power of any soul skill!

No wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had remained standing on the continent for so long.

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 one's Martial Soul bloodline to be at least true dragon grade. On the current continent, only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and his own Golden Dragon met that requirement.

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

At that thought, a chill ran down Zhang Fei's spine.

Yu Yuanzhen's killing gaze lingered in his mind, impossible to dispel.

He had taken their secret art, which was never passed on to outsiders. How could that old dragon possibly swallow such humiliation?

"I'll have to be careful from now on..." Zhang Fei muttered softly, solemnly returning the scroll to his storage ring.

Over the next five days, Zhang Fei rarely took even a single step outside the Crown Prince's Residence.

Aside from his regular morning training, he shut himself in his room for the rest of each day, either meditating or repeatedly studying the Dragon Transformation secret technique until every word was firmly etched into his mind.